klisemfg Chapter 241 Escape from Death
Chapter 241 Escape from Death
Zheng Muyan's car was in decent condition, but a large truck crashing straight into him was bound to cause an accident. Fortunately, Zheng Muyan had been driving for over ten years and was highly skilled.
Although his car was badly dented by the truck, he slammed on the brakes immediately. Due to inertia, the car instinctively slid forward, pulling the truck along with it, and veered to the side before crashing into a tree with a loud bang.
The truck ran over the tree and crashed into the wall.
The hood of the car was smashed open, wisps of white smoke rising from it. The windshield was shattered, resembling a spider web, looking particularly gruesome. Shards of broken glass flew everywhere, heading straight for Zheng Muyan's face.
Zheng Muyan turned around and tightly shielded Siyi in his arms, preventing the shards of glass from splashing onto her.
Siyi was already terrified and didn't know what was going on, just hugging herself and screaming. Zheng Muyan, however, shielded her and groaned softly.
All the airbags in the front of the car deployed, which is why Siyi wasn't seriously injured. Zheng Muyan also blocked all the flying glass shards. However, while Siyi was unharmed, Zheng Muyan was very unfortunate.
He was originally sitting in the driver's seat. At this moment, not only did his face have cuts from glass shards, but his internal organs had also suffered a great impact from the collision. Blood was flowing from his head, and one of his legs was stuck inside the car, causing him to gasp for breath in pain.
Siyi was held protectively in Zheng Muyan's arms. At that moment, she felt a warm, gushing liquid flowing down her neck, finally dripping onto the black leather. Her initial shock was replaced by panic; her heart clenched, and she quickly pushed Zheng Muyan away. Looking up, she saw nothing but terror in his eyes.
"Senior brother... Senior brother, what's wrong?"
His face was covered in blood, and his hands, which had been protecting her, were trembling uncontrollably. One of his legs was still stuck inside, but his trouser leg was also stained bright red. Siyi burst into tears; she had never encountered anything like this before and was completely shocked and at a loss.
"Senior brother... Senior brother, what's wrong? Don't scare me... Senior brother... What should we do? Someone please save us... Senior brother..."
"Don't cry."
Zheng Muyan's hands trembled as he tried to wipe away her tears, but the moment he moved, his whole body ached terribly. Holding his breath, he turned to look at the large truck that he had just slid along with and crashed into the tree.
Because the position was just right, the driver was probably also injured and was currently slumped over the steering wheel, seemingly showing no signs of waking up.
Zheng Muyan took a deep breath and said haltingly, "Siyi, don't be afraid, don't cry, it's okay, believe me, everything will be alright, I will protect you..."
Siyi was too emotional to calm down and think things through.
But Zheng Muyan was a man, and at this moment, the pain actually made him more lucid.
Having worked as a lawyer for so many years, dealing primarily with criminal cases, he naturally possesses extensive knowledge and experience.
The car crash we just witnessed clearly cannot be explained as an accident; it is highly likely to be a murder!
If his car hadn't been good enough today, if his reaction hadn't been quick enough, if he hadn't crashed into that big truck and then into that tree, causing the truck's cab to also crash into the wall beside it.
Then he and Siyi might have lost their lives just now!
"Drive... Siyi, listen to your senior brother, quickly climb over here, let's drive!"
Zheng Muyan held his breath and called out anxiously, only to see that Siyi was still looking like she had lost her soul from fright. He hardened his heart and simply raised his hand to hug her.
"Come here, come here... Siyi, hurry up, you drive!"
His leg was stuck in the car, and even after being pulled out with all his might, it was already a bloody mess, so he couldn't drive anymore. But if the truck driver woke up, he would definitely crash into them again, and then both of them would die. He grabbed Siyi and dragged her towards the driver's seat, "...Hurry up and sit here...It's okay if you sit on me...Drive, Siyi, drive!"
Siyi finally snapped out of her daze. Seeing Zheng Muyan's agitated state, she knew things were definitely not simple. She didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly climbed into the driver's seat. Just as she gripped the handbrake, she saw that the truck driver seemed to react. She couldn't care less about anything else. In extreme panic, she sat on Zheng Muyan's lap, gritted her teeth, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and stepped on the gas.
Fortunately, the car wasn't completely totaled and it's still drivable!
Zheng Muyan watched as Siyi skillfully reversed the car, then turned it around, and finally saw the large truck getting further and further away through the rearview mirror. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, slightly parting his legs to let Siyi sit between them. He panted as he took out his phone, his bloodied fingers dialing a number. Before the call was answered, he gasped and said to Siyi, "Siyi... drive... drive to the hospital."
The call was answered almost immediately. Ye Zhenghao gave a deep "hello" on the other end, and Zheng Muyan coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He didn't bother to wipe it away, and tried his best to speak, but what came out was barely a whisper, "...Zhenghao, something's happened...come...come to the hospital, there's been an accident..."
Ye Zhenghao seemed to be saying something on the other end of the phone, but Zheng Muyan didn't have the strength to speak anymore. The phone slipped from his hand and fell into the crevice of the seat. Siyi clearly felt the man behind her gradually weaken. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she had no choice but to grip the steering wheel and keep pressing the accelerator. The truck seemed to be catching up, but its speed was clearly slower than theirs. She knew she absolutely couldn't let her guard down; she had to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. In crowded places, nothing would happen, but Zheng Muyan…
"Senior brother... Senior brother, please don't get hurt! Senior brother, talk to me, talk to me..."
"I'm fine..." He hadn't completely passed out yet, and he knew he couldn't fall asleep, otherwise he might not wake up. If he didn't wake up, how guilty this girl would feel. He couldn't bear to make her feel guilty. He desperately tried to force a reassuring smile, but with every movement, a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He didn't even have time to wipe it away. "...It's okay...Senior brother...I won't leave you...I won't leave you...Just focus on driving...Siyi, don't be afraid...I'll definitely be alright..."
He was her senior colleague who had been by her side for many years. He always offered her many insights, both at work and in life. Siyi had always considered Zheng Muyan like an older brother, so his words carried considerable weight. His solemn assurance that he would be alright and would never abandon her was incredibly reassuring.
Siyi sniffed hard, then nodded heavily, focusing on driving, muttering to herself, "My senior brother will be alright. I need to get to the hospital right away, get to the hospital right away. Senior brother, hang in there, you have to hang in there. I promise I won't let anything happen to you..."
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This stretch of road was the longest Siyi had ever driven, filled with constant worry and panic as she prayed. Fortunately, the truck didn't pursue them further. She lost count of how many red lights she ran along the way. By the time she reached the hospital, she was completely exhausted, feeling as if her soul had left her body. Doctors and nurses rushed out and deftly carried Zheng Muyan out. Siyi was dazed, only feeling that she was constantly trembling. When she realized someone was helping her, she belatedly understood that she was completely out of danger, but her consciousness was gradually blurring. Everything before her eyes seemed to be in a single focus, suddenly magnified, or as if forcefully straightened. All the people and images spun rapidly before her eyes.
"Miss...Miss, are you alright? Oh my god...Doctor, doctor, come quickly, this lady is bleeding too..."
"Miss...Miss, are you alright?"
"Miss, can you hear me?"
"Is she...is she pregnant? Her blood..."
"Get her in there first, quick! The emergency room..."
Intermittent sounds rang in her ears. Siyi seemed to hear them vaguely, yet it was as if she heard nothing at all. The moment darkness completely engulfed her, she moved her lips as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and fainted...
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Inside the VIP box on the top floor of the Golden Plaza, two men sat at opposite ends of a sofa, each holding a glass of red wine. They smiled at each other and then clinked their glasses together.
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Nie Junwei's cold aura subsided slightly, but just sitting there he exuded an innate kingly presence. He took a small sip of red wine before raising his head and glancing at the man opposite him.
Under the dim light, he could clearly see the man's resolute chin, thin lips, straight nose, and slender, slightly curved eyes—typical peach blossom eyes.
He had heard of Yan Shao from City A before; he was a notorious playboy.
He is indeed exceptionally good-looking, and his sophisticated yet roguish charm is probably not something that an ordinary person could pull off.
Nie Junwei raised his wine glass, raising an eyebrow slightly, "With such a generous offer from Young Master Yan, I will definitely help you find the answer you seek as soon as possible."
"It's just a brake." Jiang Yan smiled faintly, about to say something, when the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and someone rushed in with a panicked expression, "Young Master Yan, something's happened..."