Chapter 18 Male No. 6

Han Zhong groaned in pain, holding the dagger tightly to prevent it from moving forward. At the same time, he looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him with disbelief in his eyes: "...Why?"

Lu Linhe did not answer him, but stared with his eyes wide open and thrust the knife downwards desperately, as if to pierce his body. Blood was still flowing from one of his eyes, which was now wide open, and he looked extremely ferocious.

Han Zhong grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard, then punched him on the temple. Lu Linhe fainted before he could even make a sound.

In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a pungent smell of gasoline in the car. It was obvious that the car's fuel tank was damaged and might explode.

Han Zhong didn't dare to delay any longer. He pressed the wound on his left shoulder with one hand and unlocked the car door with the other hand. He slowly walked out of the car. Such a simple action caused the blood in his body to flow out of the wound continuously.

His eyes went dark and he staggered, but fell on a soft but strong shoulder. Startled, he subconsciously attacked the other person's neck, but the other person held his arm.

In addition to the smell of blood, there is also a faint, refreshing scent mixed with a familiar sweet mint candy...

Wait, mints?

He looked up in disbelief and saw a familiar face. "...Why is it you?!"

Jiang Wu supported his body with difficulty and raised his head slightly, "Why can't it be me?"

Han Zhong was speechless. He really wanted to ask why you were everywhere, but his physical condition was not suitable for asking. He could only say, "I'm injured, send me to the hospital..."

"good."

Jiang Wu nodded and was about to turn around and call the taxi driver for help, but when he turned around, he saw the taxi driving away at a hundred miles per hour.

He looked at Han Zhong and said in embarrassment, "I don't have a car."

“…”

Han Zhong really wanted to grab him and ask him how he got into the entertainment industry when he didn't even have a car. What's more, there was a road under construction nearby, so it was very remote and few cars passed by.

His eyes flashed again, and he fell directly on Jiang Wu, who took two steps back. "Where is your assistant?"

"Not yet..." Han Zhong whispered in his ear, "Leave this place, the car might...explode..."

"oh."

Jiang Wu then avoided the wound on his left shoulder and used his body to support him as he walked to the side with difficulty.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Wu helped the man to a nearby green tree and asked, "Do you want to save the person in the car?"

“…No need.” Han Zhong said.

Although he really wanted to save Lu Linhe's life so that he could find out who wanted to kill him, it was not worth sacrificing another person for this reason.

Jiang Wu only then looked at his wound, "You're bleeding a lot."

"...Yes, are you scared?"

She should be very scared. After all, she is just a small star in the entertainment industry. She would be scared to see such a scene, Han Zhong thought vaguely.

"Let me help you pull out the knife."

“…”

Han Zhong sat up in shock from his dying illness, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, "...Are you serious?"

Jiang Wu nodded.

"...You dare!" Han Zhong held his hand tightly and warned with gritted teeth, "If you dare to pull it out, you will die!"

Jiang Wu looked at him, then pulled his hands apart and pulled the knife out of his left shoulder.

“…”

Han Zhong only felt a sudden tearing pain in his left shoulder. He looked at Jiang Wu in disbelief, and before he could utter a single curse, he closed his eyes and passed out.

After Jiang Wu pressed the man's acupoints to stop the bleeding, he realized that the man had fainted. So he simply pressed the wound that was bleeding. With his other hand, he took out two mints from his pocket, bit open the bag with his teeth, and put them in his mouth and chewed them to pieces to prevent him from falling asleep halfway.

The white palm soaked in blood gradually emitted a golden-red light, and the blood flowing under the palm gradually became smaller. At this time, if someone tore off Han Zhong's clothes, they would find that the wound on his left shoulder, which was almost deep below the clavicle, was healing rapidly from deep inside at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was more than half healed in a short time.

Jiang Wu's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat, his face began to turn pale, his eyes began to lose focus, and finally he fell on Han Zhong with a "bang".

Han Zhong who was in a coma: "..."

In the top floor ward of Hualing Hospital.

When Han Zhong woke up again and saw Yao Ping in front of him, he was still a little confused, "...Where is Jiang Wu?"

"He said he had something urgent to do and has left."

Urgent matter? Maybe he is afraid of causing trouble for him!

"Do you want to see him?"

"Check for me if he and Lu Linhe are in the same group."

Yao Ping was stunned, "Didn't he save you?"

Han Zhongxin said, "Have you ever seen anyone draw their sword to save someone? He was lucky to be alive. If he were caught, he would never let that guy go."

He propped himself up and slowly sat up, but found that the wound was not as painful as he thought. He asked, "How long have I slept?"

"About four hours." Yao Ping said with a lingering fear, "The doctor said it's a good thing the wound wasn't deep, otherwise it would have been troublesome if it had pierced the lungs."

The wound is not deep?

Han Zhong was slightly stunned. He remembered that the knife had penetrated about seven or eight centimeters. It must have been blocked by his clavicle in the end, otherwise it might have pierced his lungs diagonally.

"How deep is the wound?"

"About four centimeters." Yao Ping added, "But the doctor said that the amount of blood loss was too large, so you were unconscious for so long."

Han paused, wondering if he had lost too much blood and had cognitive impairment. Suddenly, his eyes swept across a bloodstained blue-purple jacket in the corner. It was covered in bloodstains, and the back was soaked with blood.

"That was Mr. Jiang's clothes. When the ambulance arrived, he was lying on top of you. There was too much blood on his body. The hospital couldn't tell whether it was his blood or yours, so they examined him. Later, he was in a hurry to leave and left his clothes behind."

Han Zhong looked at the bloodstained clothes and the scene of Jiang Wu struggling to move forward emerged in his mind.

"Is he hurt?"

"No, he just fainted from exhaustion. He woke up half an hour before you woke up."

"Where's Lu Linhe?"

"He climbed out before the car caught fire, but he was also seriously injured and is still unconscious." Yao Ping asked hesitantly, "The person who stabbed you..."

"It's Lu Helin." Han Zhong lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "Go check who he has been in contact with in the past six months, and whether there has been any large amount of money flowing through his bank accounts or the bank accounts of his relatives."

"yes."

Yao Ping was about to leave when he heard someone behind him say, "Check Jiang Wu's as well."

Yao Ping was stunned, turned around and asked, "Do you suspect Mr. Jiang?"

"There's road construction going on nearby, so few people go there. Check his schedule for that day."

There is also the Golden Land Hotel, the Champs Elysées Villa... Three consecutive coincidences made him suspicious.

"But didn't he risk his life to save you--"

"Lu Linhe also saved me."

“…”

Yao Ping was startled, looking at Han Zhong's expressionless profile, and suddenly realized that Lu Linhe had been working for the Lu family since President Han's father's generation, and President Han had always called him Uncle Lu, treating him like a family member.

"yes."