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Xin Yi lifted the injured Lijie and leaned her against himself, checking her gunshot wound. The bullet had entered Lijie's body through a gap between her ribs on the right side of her back. At that moment, blood was gushing out of the gunshot wound, soaking her entire back and quickly flowing down to the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
Seeing this, Xin Yi hurriedly picked up Lijie from the ground and choked out, "It's okay, Xiao Jie. I'll take you to the hospital right away. Just hold on, hold on..."
At that moment, there were many vehicles passing by on the road. Xin Yi carried Lijie directly into the middle of the street, causing several cars to come to a sudden stop. Xin Yi chose one of the spacious cars and shouted at the driver, "Open the door! Take me to the hospital!" The driver, who was quite timid, saw Lijie covered in blood in Xin Yi's arms and quickly jumped out of the car to open the back door for Xin Yi. He helped Xin Yi get Lijie inside, positioning her upper body on his lap to avoid touching her wound. After finishing all this, he realized that the car had not moved yet. Looking up, he saw that the driver was standing there like a fool, staring at them without moving. At that moment, Xin Yi really wanted to kick this wooden-headed guy and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and drive! Are you stupid?"
"Ah!... Oh." The driver finally reacted and quickly got back into the car to start it up. After about half a minute, he suddenly asked, "Where... are you going?"
Damn! He really encountered an idiot; after just telling him they were going to the hospital, he still had to ask such a question. It seemed he was indeed scared out of his wits. So Xin Yi had no choice but to say again, "To the hospital! Hurry up!" This time his tone was not as harsh as before; someone so easily frightened might not even find out which direction the hospital was in if scared again.
"What hospital? There are many hospitals nearby: People's Hospital, Military District Hospital, Tumor Hospital, Psychiatric Hospital, Maternal and Child Health Hospital, and even some small clinics for male and female reproductive issues mentioned in advertisements..." The driver rambled on while driving. However, Xin Yi interrupted him before he could finish listing all those hospitals and said angrily, "The nearest hospital that treats gunshot wounds! Can't you see my wife is bleeding?! Hurry up! Speed up!"
"Oh, a hospital that treats gunshot wounds?" The driver continued speaking: "Then it should be Military District Hospital; yes, it's the best hospital for treating gunshot wounds. Think about it—half of the soldiers are injured by gunfire; when they get hurt, they are generally sent to Military District Hospital for treatment. So their doctors have the most experience. And you might not know this, but Director Xiong from their surgery department is somewhat related to me; he's actually my mother's aunt's son's little uncle's classmate's son's good friend. He should give me some face; after all, arranging a better bed should be something he can help with. But last time when we had dinner together I drank too much and complimented his wife a bit too much; he seemed a little unhappy then—he probably thought I had my eyes on his wife or something. But let me tell you, I really didn't have that kind of intention; my wife..."
"Alright then, let's go to Military District Hospital! Drive faster! My wife is still bleeding; do you know that?" Xin Yi quickly interrupted the driver's chatter again. It seemed this driver was not just timid but also prone to rambling; if allowed to continue talking, he could probably drag in his ancestors' entire lineage.
"Going to Military District Hospital?" The driver said again: "But even though Military District Hospital is the best for treating gunshot wounds, it's quite far from here; it takes about forty minutes by car under normal traffic conditions. And you know how traffic is in Guokan—narrow roads with lots of cars; nobody follows traffic rules. You have to wonder where our taxpayer money is going; just look at Guokan's highways—tch tch tch... it's simply not worth mentioning. Let me tell you—I have a classmate who works in road administration; according to him..."
"Shut up!" Xin Yi shouted: "Go to the nearest hospital that can treat gunshot wounds! Stop babbling and focus on driving!"
"Alright then," the driver replied: "The nearest hospital that can treat gunshot wounds should be People's Hospital." He opened his mouth again: "The doctors at People's Hospital are quite skilled too; many of them are former military doctors. I know one doctor who used to be a military doctor..." Suddenly realizing he might be rambling again since someone just told him not to talk too much, he quickly shut his mouth and focused on driving.
In the back seat, Xin Yi finally relaxed his tightly clenched fists. He had been ready to punch the driver if he continued rambling but now that he was quiet, he breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Lijie was enduring immense pain; waves of excruciating agony shot through her back from her wound. She could only tightly grasp one of Xin Yi's hands to alleviate her suffering while Xin Yi used his free hand to wipe away the sweat from her forehead continuously.
The driver fell silent for a moment, but after the car had traveled some distance, he couldn't help but start rambling again, muttering softly, "When it comes to driving, my skills are not like those half-baked drivers trained in driving schools. Back in the day, I used to drive for the Chief. He praised my driving skills more than once. I'm not bragging, but how many drivers on the street can match my level? Today's drivers are just not up to par; they lack both skill and quality..."
Oh my! Someone save me! Xin Yi could hardly resist the urge to jump out of the car. This kind of person drives for the Chief? Unless the Chief is unable to sleep through the long night, who could possibly endure this? This inexplicable curiosity made Xin Yi blurt out, "Then why didn't you continue driving for the Chief?"
"Alas," the driver sighed deeply, "the Chief just doesn't understand me. He says I talk too much and find me annoying. But I'm only looking out for him! For instance, that year when I took the Chief to a banquet, at the end of it, he came down with a young woman dressed flamboyantly. I took one look at her and knew she was trouble. Just think about it—a woman with a face like a peach blossom and eyes full of springtime allure, exuding an unmistakable charm. I told the Chief right then and there that such a woman should be avoided; she's definitely a beauty that brings disaster!"
The driver continued to ramble on, jumping from talking about the Chief to discussing the entire Guokan and even Taiwan's international situation. He went from that seductive woman to his wife, mother-in-law, distant relatives, and even matriarchal society, spewing words like a fountain. At this point, not only Xin Yi but even Lijie, who was in pain from her injuries, couldn't help but think: if anyone could tolerate this person, it would truly be a miracle. They say Tang Seng is chatty; that's because he hasn't met this guy. If he did, this monk would surely break his vows—why? To commit murder!
Finally, just as the driver's spittle was about to flood the car, they arrived at the hospital. Xin Yi hurriedly carried Lijie into the emergency room. The driver leaned out of the window and called out, "Sir, do you need me to wait here for you?"
Xin Yi shivered slightly and replied without looking back, "No need! Thank you! You can go!"
The driver smacked his lips in disappointment and muttered to himself, "Today's young people—why do they always pull out guns? Look at how bad it is when someone gets hurt! Even if no one gets hurt, it's still bad if pets get hurt..."
Xin Yi rushed into the emergency room with Lijie in his arms. The hospital responded quickly and immediately arranged for a doctor to perform surgery. As Lijie was pushed into the operating room, Xin Yi had just sat down on a bench outside when his phone rang. It turned out that the celebration banquet had ended. Roxy called because she couldn't find him anywhere. Xin Yi briefly explained what had happened and asked Roxy to get Yang Wencai to help investigate this matter. He thought he shouldn't have any enemies in Guokan; why would someone want to target him? Could it be an undercover agent from Taiwan hiding in Guokan? Regardless, since he was unfamiliar with this place, he could only entrust the investigation to Yang Wencai. Xin Yi trusted Yang Wencai because their cooperation only benefited him; if Yang Wencai were to target Xin Yi, it would only prove he wasn't wise. However, based on their interactions so far, Yang Wencai seemed quite insightful.
The surgery lasted over two hours. Fortunately, Lijie's gunshot wound was not life-threatening; the bullet had entered between two ribs on her right side from her back and passed through the edge of her lung before lodging itself in another rib at the front without creating an exit wound. This was both unfortunate and fortunate—the misfortune being that a rib was broken while the fortunate part was that the bullet lodged itself in that rib rather than causing more severe damage. The doctor didn't need to perform open surgery; he simply made a small incision near that rib to remove the bullet.
After surgery, Lijie was sent to a hospital room. Since she hadn't yet regained consciousness due to the anesthesia's effects, Xin Yi sat by her bedside affectionately watching this first significant woman in his life. To be honest, Lijie was beautiful—an ethereal beauty like an ice lotus blooming atop a cliff; she was something one could admire from afar but not dare approach. Yet this cold beauty bloomed solely for Xin Yi, revealing her fiery tenderness just for him. They had shared countless passionate moments together during their time together; however, why did she have to leave him? How could they return to their previous loving relationship? Xin Yi felt troubled.
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