Chapter 83
The street lights stretched the shadows of the sycamore trees onto the asphalt road. Huo Changfeng leaned against the outer wall of the hotel, lowered his eyes, and repeatedly stroked Mu Qingxuan's hair with his thumb.
The dim light from the street lamp made his brows look even colder.
When he looked up, there was still a lingering shadow in his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled twice before he spoke with difficulty: "Lu Zetao is in trouble."
Mu Qingxuan's steps suddenly froze, and the foot she had just taken out hung in mid-air.
The autumn wind ruffled her hair, and her face suddenly turned pale.
"What's going on?"
She frowned and asked in confusion.
Huo Changfeng pursed his lips and tightened his jaw: "After I picked you up yesterday, he was targeted by hooligans."
His voice sounded like sandpaper, and he continued in a low voice: "The car was robbed, and the people were beaten and seriously injured. Now Lu Zetao is still lying in the hospital for emergency treatment."
Mu Qingxuan's eyelashes trembled violently and her whole body shook.
She suddenly realized that if Huo Changfeng hadn't shown up in time last night...
The thought made her feel cold all over and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.
She crossed her arms and buried her chin in the collar of her sweater. Her voice began to tremble. "He...how is he now?"
Huo Changfeng caught a glimpse of her blue fingertips and his heart suddenly tightened.
He tightened the coat he had put on Mu Qingxuan and held her soft hands in his hands.
"I went to see the doctor this afternoon and he said he is out of danger for now."
He reached out and gently pressed the back of her neck, the warmth of his palm coming through her hair: "If you are worried about me, I will go to the hospital with you tomorrow morning."
Mu Qingxuan raised her head, with mist still condensing on her eyelashes.
"good."
She nodded, her voice muffled in her collar, but she quietly reached out and clasped his bony fingers.
The next day.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the noise in the corridor as Mu Qingxuan and Huo Changfeng walked towards the ward side by side.
The morning light shines through the blinds, cutting out alternating stripes of light and dark on the ground.
Huo Changfeng's shadow was cast on the wall, swaying slightly with his steps.
He put his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, and occasionally glanced sideways at Mu Qingxuan beside him.
Seeing that she looked a little worried, his knuckles unconsciously rubbed the corner of his clothes.
Huo Changfeng's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't speak.
The moment I pushed open the ward door, the smell of disinfectant became stronger.
Lu Zetao was lying on the hospital bed, his arm wrapped in white bandages and his face as pale as a piece of paper.
Hearing the noise, his originally scattered gaze suddenly focused. The moment he saw Mu Qingxuan, a tiny light flashed in his eyes and a smile appeared on his cracked lips.
"Teacher Xiao Mu, you...you are here."
He struggled to get up, groaning in pain as his wound moved.
Mu Qingxuan walked over quickly, put the fruit on the bedside table, and said politely: "I heard that you were injured, so I came to see you. How are you recovering?"
Lu Zetao's gaze on Mu Qingxuan was somewhat burning.
"Much better, but still a little painful."
He licked his dry lips, glanced secretly at Huo Changfeng, and quickly turned his gaze back to Mu Qingxuan.
"Can you... help me? Just take my pulse, it'll be quick."
He spoke so urgently that his palms rubbed wrinkles on the sheets.
Mu Qingxuan hesitated and was about to reach out her hand when her wrist suddenly tightened.
Huo Changfeng walked up to her side without her knowing, and clasped her wrist with his bony fingers. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was unquestionable.
He raised his chin towards the door and said in a low voice: "Someone is coming."
There was a knock on the door at the right time, and two policemen stood at the door showing their credentials.
Lu Zetao's smile froze instantly, his eyes shifted panicily between Mu Qingxuan and the police, and he shrank into the quilt.
Huo Changfeng let go of her hand, but unnoticeably pulled Mu Qingxuan behind him, blocking Lu Zetao's sight of her with his shoulder.
The air in the ward seemed to freeze, and the smell of disinfectant became more pungent.
The leading policeman, dressed in a neat uniform, looked around expressionlessly, swept his cold gaze over Lu Zetao lying on the hospital bed, and then opened the notebook in his hand.
His deep voice echoed in the silent ward: "We are here to investigate yesterday's incident."
Lu Zetao seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, tears welled up in his eyes and his voice was filled with tears.
"Comrade police, you have to help me! Those hooligans are too cruel. They attacked without saying a word..."
He was crying and the bandage on his arm was shaking slightly with his excited movements.
That look was extremely pitiful.
However, the two policemen just stared at him coldly, with no emotion on their faces and their eyes full of scrutiny.
Lu Zetao's voice gradually weakened, and he licked his lips nervously, and his originally anxious expression became a little uneasy.
He touched his eyelids.
I don’t know why, but Lu Zetao’s right eyelid has been twitching since early this morning.
It seems like something bad is about to happen.
The leading police officer snorted coldly, turned the notebook towards him, and said in an icy tone: "Stop pretending, Lu Zetao."
"That group of thugs were arrested yesterday. During the interrogation, they confessed that you contacted them in advance and asked them to pretend to rob on that road so that they could help you perform the hero-saving-the-beauty drama."
"But when the time came, you changed your mind and refused to pay, so they got angry and beat you up like this."
These words were like a heavy hammer, making Lu Zetao's face turn as pale as paper in an instant.
His whole body was shaking violently, his lips quivered constantly, and he wanted to explain but no sound came out.
Finally, as if all his strength had been drained away, he slowly shrank into the quilt, leaving only a pair of fear-filled eyes staring at the sheets.
Lu Zetao didn't dare to look up.
Mu Qingxuan stood there in a daze.
She looked at Lu Zetao curled up on the bed in disbelief, her voice trembling: "Why did you do this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered the look in Lu Zetao's eyes that day, and she immediately understood everything.
Her expression changed from surprise to anger, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of rage.
An uncontrollable nausea surged in my chest.
She covered her chest, ran out of the ward quickly, and retched a few times while leaning against the wall.
"If you do too much evil, you will eventually perish."
Huo Changfeng, who was standing aside, crossed his arms, stared at Lu Zetao with cold eyes, a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
Lu Zetao suddenly realized something and looked up abruptly.
His lips trembled: "Did you do this?"
"Didn't you do all this yourself?"
It's a pity that he caught me.
Huo Changfeng just felt that there was something wrong with Lu Zetao's eyes and expression that night, so he subconsciously asked someone to investigate.
Unexpectedly, he actually found it out.
Therefore, when Lu Zetao cried "Catch the thief", he enthusiastically provided the police comrades with the whereabouts of the thugs.
The police were able to capture the man as quickly as possible and find out the truth of the matter through interrogation.
Lu Zetao looked at Huo Changfeng with horror in his eyes and couldn't utter a word.
Huo Changfeng glanced at him coldly: "You should pray that your plan does not succeed."
"otherwise……"
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