Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Even though he didn't have much strength and his body was hard to support, at this moment, he still respectfully avoided her.

She knew he was going to lose it, she could feel it from the weight of his head on her shoulders that was getting heavier and heavier.

"Leng Lintian, the nearest hospital is about 20 minutes' drive away..."

"Go straight ahead and turn left ahead..."

"Leng Lintian, now we are at the intersection, turn left and go straight."

"Can you hold on?"

"Leng Lintian..."

The blood wet her shoulders, sticky and dyed her skirt red, her brows were tightly clenched, and her heart was beating abnormally.

Leng Lintian's arms holding her hands became weaker and weaker, and every time he was about to leave, he held her tightly again.

"The rear wheel of the locomotive fell in love with the front wheel, chasing and walking every inch of land that the front wheel passed by, silently paying attention to and accompanying it..."

The wind at night seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

Leng Lintian's voice became deeper and deeper: "Jing Jiaren, I know you don't have me in your heart."

Jing Jiaren stared at the rapidly passing lights in the night, her eyes were filled with blankness.

"But I'm the only one who's suitable to accompany you on the journey...cough cough..."

Seeing that the hospital was about to arrive, the hands that tightly held Jing Jiaren were slowly slipping.

"Leng Lintian!?"

His body fell to the ground, and the last two words that sounded in her ear were——

"Step on the brake..."

At night, a sharp sound of heavy locomotive brakes suddenly crossed the night sky.

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank. She forgot how she got out of the car, how she ran into the hospital, and how she taught the nurses in charge to carry her out.

Leng Lintian bled a lot, and the white sheets were stained red as soon as he got on the stretcher.

Jing Jiaren was clutching her skirt, and her hands were also stained with blood, wherever it was smeared, it was red.

……

Leng Lintian was pushed into the emergency room, and the lights were turned on.

Jing Jiaren leaned against the wall outside the surgery in a daze, feeling chills all over her body.

Have a good date, why did it end up like this?

The corners of her mouth curled up helplessly, her body leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground, the ostrich protecting her posture.

Fortunately, the operating room opened soon after, and two nurses came out to get blood bags.

Jing Jiaren rushed up to ask about the situation: "Is he all right?"

"There is a ten-centimeter wound on the back of the head, bleeding profusely, and he has been stitched up...not life-threatening..."

The sky gradually began to brighten, and the clouds were rendered fiery sky by the sunrise.

Jing Jiaren was sitting on a chair when she was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. She opened her eyes sleepily and saw the handsome man lying on the bed.

She got up and checked the infusion bag, then sat back down.

Leng Lintian had multiple bruises on his body, but they were all flesh wounds, not serious.

But the wound on the back of his head was actually fatal. If the treatment is not timely, excessive blood loss will be life-threatening.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and flipped through Leng Lintian's case report.

The nurse said that he had a history of surgery before, and he had a long and deep surgical scar on his head. He also had many postoperative scars on his body, although they have all faded away...

However, what shocked Jing Jiaren the most was his right hand.

He never took off his gloves, nor let anyone touch his right hand, because of the metal prosthesis.

There was a trace of trance in Jing Jiaren's newly awake eyes, staring at Leng Lintian's right hand resting on the bed.

He was lying naked on the upper body, bandaged, and his left arm was infused with drips...