The Substitute Bride

At a corner on the road, a black car had been knocked over, and a cloud of smoke was covering it. No one knew who was inside it or if they were even still alive.

Only the hood of the truck that crashed into the car was damaged. A few seconds later, the truck driver pushed open the door and stumbled out.

He was wearing a mask, a pair of black sunglasses, a cap, and a black jacket. He was completely covered with a mask, so his face couldn't be seen.

The man looked around, but no one else was in the area. He then ran toward the car and poked his head inside. He found that the people inside it were badly injured. He couldn't tell if any of them were dead yet.

When he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly heard the sound of a car. He was startled, and the first thing that came to his mind was that he was too late. If he lingered a little longer, he'd be found.

After hesitating for two seconds, the truck driver finally turned around and flipped the fence over so that the truck would fall down the hill.

Shortly after he disappeared, a car passed by. The driver of the car immediately called the police upon seeing the accident that had happened.

In the hospital

People came and went, all with their own intentions and purposes.

The door of the emergency room was closed tightly. The hospital had assigned their best surgeon to the patient.

"The patient is in severe hemorrhage!"

"The patient's heart rate is falling!"

"The patient is dying..."

On the operating table, the doctors exchanged glances. One could easily tell the solemnity of the situation based on this alone.

If they could not save this particular patient, they were going to be fired.

They'd been operating for hours, and they had just left the operating table for ten minutes. However, the director of the hospital then ordered them to go back and start operating on the patient again.

Who exactly was he? Why would the director of the hospital give the order himse

ou're supposed to have the best doctors in the country, and you can't even guarantee me his safety? Safe for now? What the hell am I going to do with that?" Melissa was going crazy. Her eyes were red and swollen.

Watching the gurney that carried Charles being pushed away out of her sight, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mrs. Lu, please calm down. Mr. Lu was seriously injured. He was lucky that he survived."

"Lucky? He almost died!" Melissa's face turned pale.

"Yes, the patient lost too much blood. I'm suspecting that there might be cerebral hemorrhaging or a shock coma or other symptoms."

"Are you saying he might not even wake up at all?" Melissa shouted angrily as she grabbed the doctor by the collar.

The doctor was at a loss. He didn't know if he should tell Melissa everything. Luckily for him, the director of the board came over to relieve him.

"Mrs. Lu, please, calm down. Here's the thing..." he then explained everything to Melissa.

Melissa gradually understood what had happened.

Charles' organs were severely damaged. He had temporarily lost consciousness. He might wake up in three or five days, maybe longer. It all depends on his physical recovery.

Melissa recalled what she had been told at the police station. She asked, "What about the driver? Where is he now?"