Rong Shaoze pulled her body over and rested his head on her shoulder, gently smiling, "I’m fine, just a minor wound."
The two bodyguards in front exchanged a glance, their eyes carrying a strange expression.
A flicker of worry passed through Lin Xinlan’s heart, and she raised her hand to touch his body, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
The man caught her hand, holding it in his palm, and shook his head slightly, "No need to look, it’s nothing serious. I’m just a bit tired, let me lean on you for a while."
Lin Xinlan stopped moving, but her worry persisted.
She remembered that when she fell and the bullet was shooting towards her, Rong Shaoze had hugged her and dodged it. Then he carried her as they fled, not knowing whether his body was hit by any bullets.
Just as she was thinking this, a strong scent of blood wafted to her nose.
Her expression changed slightly, she sniffed, and indeed, there was the smell of blood.
Previously, because she was too anxious, she hadn’t noticed, but now that she had relaxed, she could smell it.
Looking down at Rong Shaoze, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed, Lin Xinlan suddenly felt a bad premonition.
She immediately reached out to touch his back, finding it drenched!
The warm fluid moistened her palm, and she almost dared not lift her hand to look.
Slowly lifting her hand, she saw, her entire palm covered in fresh blood...
"Rong Shaoze?" Lin Xinlan called his name, her eyes flickering.
He lay there with his eyes shut tight, without any reaction.
Lin Xinlan pushed his body urgently, her tone carrying a hint of panic, "Rong Shaoze, wake up, please wake up!"
No matter how she called, he didn’t open his eyes.
She asked the bodyguard in front, alarmed, "Is he dead?"
As soon as she uttered the word ’dead,’ she felt a dull pain in her heart, leaving her breathless.
The bodyguard’s face also changed color, and the man sitting in the passenger seat turned around, leaned over to check his breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief, "No, he is still breathing."
Lin Xinlan nodded stupidly, "Hurry to the hospital!"
"Don’t worry, Young Madam, we are on our way to the hospital."
"Call the hospital, tell them to prepare for surgery in advance!"
"Should we call Tao Hua? Rong Shaoze said he is a skilled doctor, maybe he can come in time to save him!"
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I will call Dr. Tao right away."
Lin Xinlan wanted to say more, but she didn’t know what else to say.
She held onto Rong Shaoze’s body, her mind a blank slate.
For the first time, she felt just how insignificant a person’s strength can be in the face of life and death; one could do nothing but wait, anxiously wait, nervously wait.
The car soon arrived at the hospital, and Rong Shaoze was rushed into the operating room for resuscitation. Lin Xinlan sat outside, unsure of what to do.
Her mind was in turmoil, incapable of any coherent thought, just sitting there blankly, growing colder as time went on, until her hands and feet were icy.
The bodyguard was most concerned about Rong Shaoze’s life or death; Lin Xinlan had simply sprained her ankle, so no one asked her about her own injuries.
Two hours had passed, and Rong Shaoze still hadn’t come out of the operating room when suddenly a series of rapid footsteps sounded.
She looked up to see Tao Hua in surgical attire, rushing over.
He had come by helicopter as soon as he received the news; he had once given a lecture at this hospital, and after hearing his request, the hospital management allowed him to assist in the surgery.
As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he changed clothes without wasting a single minute.