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??Chapter 200: This is not a dream

Chapter 200: This is not a dream

Wen Zhi’s hatred for Mu Yanzhou had almost reached its peak at this mont.

But she was too weak to struggle.

She could only let Shang Hexing take her away from there.

Not far away, Chen Jinhai, who was guarding the car door, saw Shang Hexing carrying Wen Zhi over and imdiately opened the car door. When he noticed that Wen Zhi was covered in blood, he was shocked, “Miss Wen is injured?”

Shang Hexing humd affirmatively, placed the unconscious Wen Zhi in the back seat, then quickly took off his coat to cover her body, leaving only the injured hand exposed.

Her bandaged hand had been soaked in blood due to her fierce struggling just a mont ago.

Shang Hexing turned his head to Chen Jinhai, “Contact the closest hospital from here.”

Chen Jinhai imdiately nodded in agreent.

This place was on the outskirts of Lin City, on a winding, twisting road with almost no traffic, almost deserted, and it took at least thirty minutes to reach the nearest major hospital.

Now, with Wen Zhi’s condition being critical, even contacting the closest hospital would take nearly twenty minutes. After much deliberation, Chen Jinhai still decided to explain the situation truthfully to Shang Hexing.

Shang Hexing’s expression darkened slightly, “Then have the hospital send a dical team over here, and you call old Qin. Let them send a squad of special police to clear the path.”

A flicker of astonishnt passed through Chen Jinhai’s eyes, but he quickly composed himself and agreed, “Yes, I’ll contact the Lin City Public Security Bureau right away.”

When calling Qin Yao, Chen Jinhai couldn’t help but feel sentintal about how important Miss Wen was to Mr. Shang.

To know that, with Mr. Shang’s current position, he seldom used any personal connections, yet this ti he had even involved the Lin City Public Security Bureau, which showed how important Miss Wen was!

The phone connected.

Chen Jinhai cleared his throat, “Hello, Director Qin, I am…”

After a few words, Qin Yao readily agreed to send a squad of special police to clear the way. Chen Jinhai thought to himself, it really was all due to Mr. Shang’s influence; otherwise, who else could receive such treatnt!

After putting away his phone, Chen Jinhai hurriedly slid into the passenger seat, but as soon as the car door closed, it was imdiately pulled open again.

Before Chen Jinhai could react, he was pulled out.

“Hey, who are—?” Chen Jinhai hadn’t seen clearly who pulled him out of the car when he heard that person say, “Drive!”

The driver didn’t dare to move, first turning to see Mr. Shang’s response.

Shang Hexing glanced at Gu Rang, who had taken the passenger seat, and Gu Rang took the initiative to explain, “President Mu is worried, so he asked

to accompany you to the hospital with Wen Zhi.”

Given the circumstances, Shang Hexing indeed couldn’t say much, only reminding the driver, “Drive!”

Zhao Qin, seeing the car about to leave, quickly chased after it, “Mr. Shang, I haven’t gotten in the car yet! I haven’t gotten in the car!”

Chen Jinhai grabbed Zhao Qin, pulling her back, “Why are you shouting? Co with

in another car.”

Zhao Qin sheepishly quieted down, “Is Mada there? Is she over there?”

Chen Jinhai replied with a dark face, “Don’t ask .”

Zhao Qin had a bad feeling, “Can I go see Mada?”

“Whatever.” After dropping this remark, Chen Jinhai turned and got into another car.

Zhao Qin was inwardly pleased at the prospect of soon seeing the Mada, but once she saw Chen Jinhai getting into the car, leaving her alone there, she suddenly panicked.

“Wait for !” Zhao Qin rushed into the car, flustered.

Chen Jinhai asked, “Weren’t you going to see your Mada?”

Zhao Qin bowed her head, not daring to speak any further. The place was deserted, and if she couldn’t find the Mada, she wouldn’t be able to return either. As for the Mada, she thought to herself that a person as fortunate as her surely wouldn’t encounter any mishaps.

anwhile, Chong Wanyin, the person Zhao Qin was so worried about, had already awakened.

The car was filled with a strong sll of blood and the scent of calming incense that had burned out.

It was sowhat unpleasant.

Chong Wanyin furrowed her brows tightly, as her neck pained severely, and she could hardly move her upper body, but the pungent sll uncontrollably triggered her coughing.

“Awake.”

Chong Wanyin, who was coughing, jolted when she heard the voice.

Struggling, she turned her head toward the person, her eyes reddening in an instant. Her pale lips moved as if she wanted to say sothing, but she couldn’t utter a word for a long while.

The man sitting next to Chong Wanyin at this mont was Mu Yanzhou.

It was just the two of them in the car.

Zhan Feng was standing outside the car, at so distance.

Mu Yanzhou stared at Chong Wanyin for a mont and then slowly extended his hand, gently pushing away the hair from her forehead, softly asking her, “Does it hurt?”

Chong Wanyin’s tears started to roll down, and with a trembling voice, she called out, “Yanzhou…”

“Hmm,” Mu Yanzhou replied.

As he was about to withdraw his hand, Chong Wanyin suddenly grabbed it, her eyes filled with excitent, “Yanzhou, is it really you… is it really you who ca, Yanzhou…”

Her repeated calls of Yanzhou were like tenderly calling out to a lover.

Mu Yanzhou let Chong Wanyin hold his hand, no longer trying to withdraw it, and after watching her quietly for a mont, he said, “It’s

who ca.”

The tears at the corner of Chong Wanyin’s eyes fell in large drops.

She gripped Mu Yanzhou’s hand tightly, then slowly leaned on him using it for support until her entire body nestled against Mu Yanzhou’s chest, “Yanzhou, my neck hurts so much.”

On hearing this, Mu Yanzhou raised his other hand and gently placed it on Chong Wanyin’s neck, “The strangulation marks were not treated, I’ll get you so dicine.”

At that mont, Mu Yanzhou was so tender that it made Chong Wanyin think this was just a hallucination before death.

Because in all the years she had known Mu Yanzhou, no matter how proactive she was, no matter what thods she used, she had never received such tenderness from Mu Yanzhou as she did at this mont.

Not even once.

But now, the way he looked at her was as if he was looking at a lover.

So tender that it almost drowned Chong Wanyin; she even thought that if she were to die at this mont, dying in his arms, it would be worth it.

Mu Yanzhou rolled down the car window, speaking to Zhan Feng who was standing not far away, “Bring the dical box.”

Zhan Feng approached imdiately, a worried tone in his voice, “Mr. Mu, are you hurt?”

Mu Yanzhou shook his head, “It’s not .”

He didn’t say who it was, but besides Mu Yanzhou, there was only Chong Wanyin in the car.

Although Zhan Feng didn’t understand why Mr. Mu suddenly cared so much about Chong Wanyin, he still brought the dical box over and asked, “Mr. Mu, do you need my help?”

Mu Yanzhou waved his hand, signaling Zhan Feng to step back.

Zhan Feng didn’t ask any further, furrowing his brows and returning to his original position to stand guard.

Inside the car.

Mu Yanzhou opened the dical box, took out iodine, cotton swabs, and also a syringe with a vial of dicine.

Chong Wanyin gazed dumbly at Mu Yanzhou, with no mind to see what he was holding.

It wasn’t until Mu Yanzhou’s hand reached over, and he gently reminded her, “Lift up your neck.”

Chong Wanyin, dazed and unresponsive, appeared startled and bewildered, never having imagined that one day Mu Yanzhou would treat her so tenderly.

Now, he was even attending to her wound personally.

“What’s wrong, can’t you move your neck because it hurts too much?” Mu Yanzhou asked concernedly.

“No…” Chong Wanyin’s voice caught in her throat, “Yanzhou, you’re treating

too well, so well it feels like a dream, and I’m afraid that upon waking, this tender look of yours will vanish…”

Chong Wanyin’s voice was intermittently trembling, sounding utterly insecure.

Mu Yanzhou chuckled, “This is not a dream.”