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Chapter 173 Overly frightened

Jiang Hong was not surprised at all by Li Wanqing's undisguised disdain and indifference. Instead, he sighed softly, "That's a real pity."

Before he finished speaking, his smile vanished, and his gaze sharpened as he looked directly at Yu Biao, who was poised to strike.

Yu Biao instantly understood his meaning, and his eyes sharpened.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed his gun, the dark muzzle precisely at Li Wanqing.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and a tense and dangerous atmosphere permeated every corner.

Cheng Baichuan's pupils contracted sharply, almost bursting open, and he shouted "Wanqing" at the top of his lungs.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards Li Wanqing without regard for anything else, with only one thought in his mind—to protect her.

Li Wanqing's body stiffened like wood at that moment, but instinctively, her first reaction was to grab Jiang Hong, who was passing by her.

Her only thought was that even in death she would take someone down with her, so that her life wouldn't have been in vain.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out, deafening and echoing in the alley for a long time. Each shot was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Li Wanqing and Jiang Hong fell to the ground together, rolling around in a cloud of dust, their figures looking extremely disheveled.

At the same time, Cheng Baichuan took the opportunity to direct the crowd to surround Yu Biao and his men.

Having lost his bargaining chips, Yu Biao's struggles seemed futile, and he could only surrender in the end.

Cheng Baichuan had no time to think about anything else. He staggered to Li Wanqing's side and called out in a trembling voice, "Wanqing, are you alright?"

The sight before him tore his heart apart—Li Wanqing was covered in blood, her face and clothes stained with shocking, bright red blood.

Cheng Baichuan's mind went blank, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Cheng Chi shoved him hard from the side and roared in a serious tone, "This is not the time to be sad, get him to the hospital right away."

At this time, Jiang Hong was also in extremely poor condition. The bullet pierced through his body and hit Li Wanqing.

Cheng Chi and Secretary-General Wang quickly stayed in Nanxiang to handle the follow-up matters, while Cheng Baichuan, with his men, anxiously took Jiang Hong and Li Wanqing to the Provincial Hospital.

The hospital took this very seriously and immediately arranged for a comprehensive examination.

Jiang Hong's wound was in his abdomen. Although it was not fatal, he lost a lot of blood and appeared extremely weak.

As for Li Wanqing's situation...

"Doctor, please say it again, I didn't hear you clearly." Cheng Baichuan couldn't believe his ears and asked again.

The doctor looked through the medical records and said calmly, "Your husband just has a bullet graze on his left arm. As long as he's careful not to get it wet, he'll recover quickly."

Cheng Baichuan still couldn't accept it, "But with so much blood on her body and face, how could it only be a minor injury?"

The doctor pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know the specifics, but didn't I hear that another person was injured?"

"It's probably because that person absorbed most of the impact; the blood on your lover is mostly from someone else."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Baichuan felt a mix of emotions, including relief and doubt.

"Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Cheng Baichuan's worries hadn't dissipated. It was just a minor injury, how could she have been unconscious for so long?

The doctor patiently explained, "You're probably just scared. You'll be fine after a good rest."

After the doctor finished speaking, he left, leaving only Cheng Baichuan and Li Wanqing in the ward.

Cheng Baichuan gently stroked Li Wanqing's cheek, and only then did the heavy weight in his heart finally lift.

His heart still trembles as he recalls that harrowing moment.

The moment he saw Li Wanqing being shot, his world seemed to collapse, and even breathing became difficult.

When Li Wanqing woke up, there was no one in the ward.

Looking at the cold, white walls, it took her a while to realize that she was in a hospital.

She tried to move her body, but found a sharp pain in her left arm, which instantly reminded her of what had happened earlier.

It seems she made the right gamble. Luckily, she reacted quickly, otherwise the bullet would have hit her heart instead of her left arm.

Even after doing so, she was still injured, which shows how powerful the shot was.

I just wonder how that guy she dragged along as a scapegoat is doing?

The door to the ward was gently pushed open, and Cheng Baichuan walked in carrying a thermos full of hot water, his face showing a mixture of anxiety and relief.

Seeing that Li Wanqing was awake, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He quickly walked to the bedside and asked with concern, "Wanqing, you're finally awake. How are you feeling? Does your wound still hurt?"

As he spoke, he gently placed the thermos on the table beside him, his eyes filled with concern and worry.

Li Wanqing turned to look out the window. The sky was getting dark, and a faint twilight shone through the gap in the curtains into the ward, adding a touch of warmth and tranquility.

She whispered in surprise, "It's so late?"

Cheng Baichuan nodded with a smile, his tone teasing: "Yes, you slept for quite a long time. The doctor said you were too frightened and need to rest well."

Upon hearing this, Li Wanqing's face flashed with embarrassment. She smiled bitterly to herself, realizing that although her mind worked quickly, her body was ultimately honest and she couldn't keep up with that momentum.

Seeing this, Cheng Baichuan quickly handed over a glass of water, saying, "Here, drink some water first to soothe your throat."

The hot water in the cup emitted wisps of steam, warming the entire room.

Li Wanqing gratefully accepted it, took a small sip, and felt her dry throat soothed, which also seemed to improve her mood.

She then realized that she was not only thirsty, but also very hungry.

After drinking the water, Li Wanqing looked around, a sense of concern welling up inside her: "Where's Nuonuo? Was she frightened?"

When her daughter was mentioned, her eyes softened instantly, filled with worry for her child.

Cheng Baichuan took the empty cup she handed back, took out a simple meal from the bag, handed it to her, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, your uncle is taking care of her. The little one doesn't know you're injured yet. We plan to tell her when you're feeling better."

While chewing her food, Li Wanqing asked indistinctly, "Does my uncle know about my injury?"

Cheng Baichuan tore off a piece of paper and gently wiped Li Wanqing's mouth. "Slow down."

“Your uncle is a doctor and has worked at a hospital in the provincial capital. As soon as you were admitted to the hospital, someone notified him.”

"It's just that because Nuonuo is there, he can't come over."

Li Wanqing nodded knowingly, "Actually, it's nothing serious. Let's go back tonight."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and twisted it, causing her face to contort in pain.

Cheng Baichuan quickly stopped her, and after carefully examining the wound again, he told her, "Just behave yourself, rest in the hospital for one night, and go back tomorrow."

Li Wanqing stuck out her tongue slightly. "And you? You must be very busy right now, right?"