A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1513 Saving a Life VS Your Name Tells Me

"Yes." Zhuang Shijue responded patiently, perhaps only when his life was hanging by a thread would he be so patient.

"Then..." Tan Xiao wanted to cry, and asked softly, "Can I not save you? Can I call someone for you?"

She had no money; she couldn't give her money to others. Her mother's medical expenses were already high; where could she possibly give it to someone else?

"Are you just going to stand by and watch someone die?" Zhuang Shijue asked rhetorically, his voice already very weak.

Tan Xiao was a little anxious, and she was extremely unwilling.

But, but can she walk? It seems really wrong to just stand by and watch him die. If we take him to the hospital and call his family, it wouldn't be difficult to handle.

"Alright, then I'll save you." He reluctantly agreed.

She let go of the bicycle and walked towards Zhuang Shijue. The girl was quite stubborn, the kind who was single-minded to the extreme.

Tan Xiao bent over, her eyes wide open, round and dark, quite beautiful.

When Zhuang Shijue opened his eyes, barely clinging to his last vestiges of will, he saw a pair of eyes filled with fear and curiosity. The eyes were beautiful, large and bright like those of a small animal, with eyelashes occasionally fluttering against the lower eyelids, and the face radiating innocence and harmlessness.

"I see you. Are you alright?" Tan Xiao asked softly.

She bent over, bringing her pale face close to her eyes, and swayed it from side to side, but she still couldn't see clearly. For example, she couldn't make out Zhuang Shijue's face at all. The girl stood outside the hedge, not daring to step over, and seemingly not intending to.

"Did you see me?" Tan Xiao asked again when she didn't hear a response.

Little did she know, her every little movement was clearly seen by Zhuang Shijue in the darkness. She was in the light while he was in the dark; moreover, Zhuang Shijue's night vision was already quite good—how could he not see Zhang Ying's fair and jade-like face?

"Hmm, come here and help me up." Zhuang Shijue seemed to have regained some strength, probably because of the pair of dark gem-like eyes in front of him.

Tan Xiao bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward. Following his figure, Tan Xiao finally squatted down in front of Zhuang Shijue. A pretty head leaned closer to him, her little face full of inquiry. It seemed she wanted to confirm whether this person was really as badly injured as he said.

Upon smelling the metallic scent of blood, Tan Xiao wrinkled her nose and instinctively shrank back, quickly speaking out:

"Let's go quickly, it would be terrible if the thugs came back."

Zhuang Shijue nodded, "Good to know."

Zhuang Shijue put his strong arm on Tan Xiao's shoulder. As soon as he put his arm on her shoulder, Tan Xiao felt the strain. She clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound.

Zhuang Shijue seemed to be seriously injured, and he fell down several times after trying to get up. Tan Xiao's forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat. Although Zhuang Shijue was seriously injured, she was too embarrassed to reach out and hug him, so she went around his body and grabbed the side seam of his trousers, which was a good fit for her.

After several attempts, she finally managed to stand up. Only when she stood up did Tan Xiao realize how tall this person was. She felt as if she were completely locked in his arms, like a little chick, the contrast in size was extremely obvious, and even seemed somewhat ridiculous because the contrast was so strong.

Tan Xiao was jolted by Zhuang Shijue's body and barely managed to steady herself. She hurriedly said, "Be careful, stand firm, don't fall down again. It wasn't easy for you to stand up. I'll support you, but you have to try your best too."

"Okay." The voice was calm, weak yet resolute.

Tan Xiao's face flushed red. She gritted her teeth and endured the immense weight on her shoulders, inching her way towards the edge of the hedge. She stumbled and staggered, both of them in pain.

Zhuang Shijue had also been shot in the leg, which explained his difficulty in moving. The intense pain, however, brought him back to his senses, allowing him to walk out of the hedge. An Yiran told him to lean against the railing and pushed her bicycle towards him.

"Can you sit down? Is that okay?" Tan Xiao asked worriedly.

Zhuang Shijue nodded. He could still manage sitting down, but he probably couldn't walk around.

“Can you sit in the back? Sit here…” An Yiran moved the car closer to him.

Zhuang Shijue tried to sit on it, but his legs were too long, so even if he sat on it, he couldn't walk.

Tan Xiao was at a loss. "Then what should we do?"

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Sir, could you sit in the front?" But as soon as he said that, he immediately dismissed the idea: "No, no, if you sit in the front, I won't be able to see the road, how am I supposed to step? Could you curl your legs up a little?"

This is really putting people in a difficult position, considering their size.

Tan Xiao felt helpless. He got on his bike, put one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, looked back at the people, and spoke up as if to discuss something:

"Can't you just pull yourself back a little? Dragging your legs on the ground is really heavy. Are you out of strength? Can you try a little harder?"

Zhuang Shijue cooperated, and in order to reduce his weight, he had to lean against the girl in front of him.

Tan Xiao nearly fell over as the car swerved when the person approached, her face flushing red. The intense heat emanating from Zhuang Shijue's body behind her heightened her sensitivity.

Tan Xiao's body was tense, and she opened her mouth several times, but held back. She felt awkward; even if the person behind her was seriously injured, he was still Zhuang Shijue. She had never held hands with a boy before, and suddenly being pressed so close was really...embarrassing.

It was so heavy that Tan Xiao felt like she was stepping on a thousand-pound cauldron, and she was panting heavily after only a short distance. At first, she could manage to hold it in, but the longer it went on, the less she could. She would inhale deeply into her lungs, then exhale rapidly, repeating this inhalation and exhalation over and over again.

Fortunately, the person behind her was very cooperative and didn't move at all; otherwise, how could she have carried Zhuang Shijue, who weighed seventy or eighty kilograms?

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, trying to hold on.

Upon arriving at the nearest clinic, the doctor was not there; only a clerk was on duty. He glanced at the nearly unconscious person and refused to see her without a word. Tan Xiao pleaded with him, but to no avail. Left with no other option, Tan Xiao tried the next clinic.

Tan Xiao stopped outside the clinic and looked over. Just across the street was the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. So, gritting her teeth, she took the person to the hospital.

The girl meant well, wanting to get the patient to the hospital for safety. But little did she know that this would cause another delay, almost costing the person their life on the way.

Tan Xiao only registered for emergency treatment and didn't pay the medical bills, nor did she have the money to pay. But Zhuang Shijue seemed to have a way; he simply took her phone, dialed a number, and handed the phone to the doctor. Immediately afterward, Tan Xiao saw the person being wheeled into the operating room.

As she entered the operating room, the man grasped her hand and asked, "Tell me your name."

"Tan Xiao." Tan Xiao withdrew her hand almost the instant he shook it.