"This isn’t a bus either." Lin Junyang said through gritted teeth as he slammed on the gas pedal, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
An Ran and Xiao Xiao felt like they were pinned to their seats, the intense back push made Xiao Xiao even more excited.
"Brother Lin, your driving skills are amazing. This is the first time I’ve felt such a strong back push."
The veins on Lin Junyang’s forehead were bulging.
"By the way, Brother Lin, you said the car isn’t a bus, so why does it have special plates? Isn’t it possible for non-buses to have special plates? Do special plate cars have a lot of privileges? This is the first time I’m sitting in a car with special plates..."
Lin Junyang had already floored the gas pedal, achieving his best speed on the not-so-wide road. Someone save him and spare his ears from this torment.
"Brother Lin, I think your skills could totally compete with professional racers."
Xiao Xiao continued to shout excitedly.
Lin Junyang’s face was now completely dark. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes and said in a low, chilly voice, "Get out."
"Wow, we’re here already."
Xiao Xiao looked up and saw that they had arrived at the school gate. "Brother Lin’s driving skills are really something. This took less than ten minutes, right?"
An Ran weakly touched her forehead, looked at Xiao Xiao’s sparkling eyes, picked up her bag, and got out of the car.
"Goodbye, Brother Lin," An Ran said to Lin Junyang after getting out.
Lin Junyang nodded and looked at Xiao Xiao standing next to him, still excitedly squinting her eyes and waving continuously. "Goodbye, Brother Lin. Be careful on the road. Although your driving skills are great, drive slowly..."
Lin Junyang couldn’t take it anymore, started the car, and sped off.
Watching the car disappear at the end of the road, Xiao Xiao hugged An Ran’s arm and sighed, "Men who drive fast cars are really charming."
An Ran looked at Xiao Xiao hugging her arm with a love-struck expression and shivered.
"Xiao Xiao, your spring fever is too intense."
"Huh? What?" Xiao Xiao looked up, puzzled.
"Nevermind, I didn’t say anything." An Ran touched her forehead and waved her hand, walking into the school.
"No wait, Ranran, you said ’spring fever.’ Who has spring fever? Hey... Ranran, don’t walk so fast. Who are you talking about? Explain clearly..."
On the rooftop of the high-end ward of the Imperial Military District General Hospital, the hospital director and a group of medical staff stood neatly, waiting.
Mu Zhenzong and He Yushu stared anxiously in a certain direction in the sky, Mu Wanxin occasionally comforting her mother.
Gu Haoyu and Chen Yankun stood with solemn faces.
Ten minutes ago, they received a call from the south; Mu Xingfeng had been seriously injured during his mission, and the medical conditions in Southern Hospital were limited. It was suggested that he be treated at the Imperial Military District General Hospital, which had the best medical facilities.
After the call ended, they rushed here at top speed, their minds already in turmoil.
’Shot in the chest’ — these four words kept swirling in their minds. Their good brother was currently fighting with death.
Finally, a roaring sound came from the distance, and a medical helicopter flew over, slowly landing on the rooftop.
The door of the helicopter opened, and the waiting medical staff swiftly moved forward. Mu Zhenzong supported his wife’s shoulder as they followed behind, eagerly looking into the cabin.
"Xingfeng, Xingfeng..."
Before seeing him, He Yushu was already sobbing.