PFC Chapter 144 Promise yourself
Chapter 144 Promise yourself
Although Zhang Jing was seriously injured, he was still conscious.
People who practice martial arts are bound to get injured often, and he knows his physical condition very well.
He knew that he had only injured his ribs and that the broken ribs did not hit any vital parts.
In comparison, Xia Qingluo's situation was more critical.
Xia Qingluo had not practiced martial arts for a long time, and his physical strength and endurance were far inferior to his.
At this point, her physical strength had reached its limit and she could collapse at any time.
Zhang Jing's voice was weak, but he said to Lu Chengyuan very urgently: "First...save Xia Qingluo first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Qingluo fell down without any warning.
Lu Chengyuan's pupils suddenly shrank. At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his heart. An unprecedented fear and panic instantly surged into his heart.
It was like a thin rope suddenly broke.
He rushed forward and carefully picked up Princess Xia Qingluo, his movements gentle as if he was holding a fragile treasure.
Lu Chengyuan placed his trembling fingers on Xia Qingluo's nose to confirm her breathing rate.
If Lu Chengyuan was calm enough, he would know that there was nothing wrong with Xia Qingluo's physical condition. He was just too tired and needed to rest.
But how could Lu Chengyuan remain calm?
He had felt Xia Qingluo losing body temperature in his arms, and he was so afraid that she would disappear.
Lu Chengyuan took out a wet towel from his pocket and covered Xia Qingluo's mouth and nose to prevent the thick smoke from damaging her lungs.
Then, he quickly ran out and decisively ordered: "Prepare the helicopter and transfer all the powerful doctors in Guangcheng to the nearby hospital."
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When Xia Qingluo woke up, what she saw was a blank ceiling. The pure white color seemed particularly peaceful in her still dazed vision.
She slowly turned her neck and began to observe her surroundings.
The room was spacious and tidy, furnished with exquisite furniture and advanced medical equipment. She quickly determined that she seemed to be in the hospital's VIP ward.
Xia Qingluo's thoughts gradually came back to him, and in his mind there was only confusion, intensity, and blood.
She had no idea how she managed to escape from the Colosseum. All that remained in her memory was the mechanical movement of swinging the sword, time and time again. Wherever the sword went, blood and flesh flew.
Her physical strength had reached its limit, her body felt as if it had been hollowed out, every muscle was trembling, and every breath seemed to be burning her life.
But she never dared to relax, she couldn't fall down.
Later, she saw Lu Chengyuan, just like finally seeing the light in the endless darkness.
If Zhang Jing is her first light, Lu Chengyuan is the second light.
Behind Lu Chengyuan were many men in black suits and sunglasses, who seemed to be his subordinates.
Perhaps she was finally relieved, or perhaps she knew Lu Chengyuan would definitely rescue them. At that moment, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and she had no memory of what happened afterwards.
The next second, Lu Chengyuan appeared in the ward, his voice as gentle as water, "Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
He held a bowl of freshly cooked porridge in his hand and placed it on the table beside the bed.
Xia Qingluo sat up and asked anxiously, "Where is Zhang Jing? How is he?"
Lu Chengyuan lowered his eyes slightly, jealousy spreading in his heart, and the sour feeling made his heart tighten slightly.
But facing Xia Qingluo, he restrained his voice and made it as gentle as possible, "Zhang Jing is in the next ward and is still in a coma."
Xia Qingluo lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, "I'll go see him."
Lu Chengyuan quickly held Xia Qingluo's hand, "He hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said he's too tired and needs to rest. He just hurt his ribs, it's nothing serious."
Xia Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.
If anything happened to Zhang Jing because of her, she would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Xia Qingluo recalled what happened last night, and felt uneasy again, "What's going on at the Colosseum? Are there any casualties?"
Lu Chengyuan took Xia Qingluo's hand and comforted her, "It's okay. I've already taken care of the follow-up matters. No one knows you were here."
"Those people you injured were all extremely vicious. They all had criminal records. You were able to get rid of harm for the people."
Xia Qingluo nodded slightly, the tragic scenes of the women being torn apart by lions in the Colosseum still clearly imprinted in her mind, like an unforgettable dream.
"What about the trapped women?"
Lu Chengyuan slowly raised his eyes and met Xia Qingluo's bright eyes.
There was resentment, sympathy and pity in those beautiful eyes.
He knew that Xia Qingluo's world had been mostly bright before this, and she had probably never seen the dark side of the underground forces.
Lu Chengyuan sighed softly and consoled him, "I have asked people to rescue everyone I could, and you have done your best."
"However, I still sent someone to suppress this matter."
If such a thing were made public, became a hot topic or appeared in the news, and was dug out layer by layer, it might cause a huge sensation, which would be extremely disadvantageous to Xia Qingluo.
Moreover, even if he did not suppress it, there would be countless underground forces to suppress the news.
Xia Qingluo took a deep breath. She also knew that she was not capable enough.
It was impossible to save everyone, all she could do was try her best.
Xia Qingluo was silent for a while, then he realized that he seemed to have forgotten someone.
She looked around, scratched her head and asked, "By the way, where is Xia Wan'er?"
Lu Chengyuan's eyes turned cold. "Our people have searched the Colosseum, but didn't see any trace of Xia Wan'er."
He frowned slightly. “But, before that, what happened to you?”
Xia Qingluo pursed her lips and gave a relatively honest explanation.
"I just wanted to see her trying to drug me, and I wanted to see what her purpose was. But things got weirder and weirder, so I just took it one step at a time..."
The more Xia Qingluo spoke, the softer his voice became, like a child who had made a mistake and was full of guilt.
"I already know I was wrong. I will take responsibility for Zhang Jing's injury..."
A complex emotion flashed across Lu Chengyuan's eyes. He rubbed his brows and spoke with a hint of blame, but more of worry:
"Do you realize how dangerous your actions are?"
Xia Qingluo could feel Lu Chengyuan's anger, and of course, she also felt guilty.
Xia Qingluo lowered her head, her voice almost inaudible, "I know I was wrong, I will be responsible for Zhang Jing's injury..."
When Lu Chengyuan heard this, he was instantly filled with anxiety and jealousy.
He couldn't control his emotions when he thought that Xia Qingluo might be further implicated because of Zhang Jing's injury.
Lu Chengyuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his whole body was as cold as ice. "How do you want to be responsible?"
He stood up, put his hands on both sides of the bed, and looked closely into Xia Qingluo's eyes, "What if Zhang Jing asked you to marry him?"
"Are you going to agree to that too?"
Xia Qingluo frowned slightly, and saw the coldness in Lu Chengyuan's eyes, which made her very puzzled.
"Are you kidding? This isn't an ancient romance drama. Can you just pledge yourself to someone so easily?"
"Besides, Zhang Jing is a very serious person and would not joke about such things."