Chapter 129 Car accident 2

Author: Tian Ranran

Chapter 129 Car accident 2

She used all her strength to open the car and climbed out of the compartment.

Staggering to her feet, she stepped on the road and looked down at the road beneath her feet. Her head was buzzing and her stomach was churning violently.

Lin Chuqi endured the nausea and squatted down, then leaned half of her body into the car, grabbing Mo Tingyuan's arm with both hands: "Mo Tingyuan..."

Mo Tingyuan seemed to have heard Lin Chuqi's call, and slowly turned his head to look at her, but there was no reaction.

Lin Chuqi looked at him eagerly: "Mo Tingyuan!"

Mo Tingyuan looked at Lin Chuqi and suddenly smiled, "Lin Chuqi...why did you save me?"

"Because... I don't want to see you die." Lin Chuqi looked at him seriously, "Mo Tingyuan, at least... you were the person I liked..."

"I liked it..." Mo Tingyuan murmured and repeated these three words, and suddenly smiled contemptuously, "Ah... Lin Chuqi... you are so pathetic, just for a so-called love, you would rather risk your life to save me, even

Is it worth it if you can even lose your life?"

Mo Tingyuan's words were like a knife cutting into Lin Chuqi's heart. She was suffocating in pain, but she stubbornly held her head high and refused to show her timidity.

"Whether it's worth it or not... I have the final say, it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Tingyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Looking at Lin Chuqi's proud look, his throat rolled, and his eyes were locked on her pale but stubborn little face.

The man suddenly laughed, and a trace of emotion flashed in his heart, but the expression on his face was full of ridicule: "Lin Chuqi, do you know? You are really stupid!"

Although his tone was full of ridicule, Mo Tingyuan still reached out and took Lin Chuqi's hand. The two of them worked together and finally got out of the car.

After Mo Tingyuan got out of the car, he fell to the ground. He was breathing heavily, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding out, staining his clothes red.

After a while, he felt weak and dizzy, and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Chuqi didn't care about anything else. He rushed over to support Mo Tingyuan and said worriedly: "Mo Tingyuan, Mo Tingyuan, don't scare me. Hold on, I'll send you to the hospital right away. Don't sleep, okay?"

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Mo Tingyuan closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually faded. He felt Lin Chuqi's touch, but couldn't concentrate. He twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something to Lin Chuqi, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When Lin Chuqi saw Mo Tingyuan passed out, he was immediately confused and hurriedly took out his phone and dialed 120.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chuqi helped Mo Tingyuan up and walked along the street, hoping to meet a vehicle or transportation to help her take Mo Tingyuan to the hospital.

It was a pity that Lin Chuqi walked for a long time without seeing a car or pedestrian passing by.

She supported Mo Tingyuan and walked forward with difficulty, step by step. Every step she took was extremely difficult, almost exhausting all her strength.

She didn't know how long it took, but Lin Chuqi felt cold all over her body. Her arms holding Mo Tingyuan were numb, but she still persisted.

At this moment, Lin Chuqi vaguely saw a car.

The car was coming this way, and she quickly waved to stop it.

At this moment, Lin Chuqi vaguely saw a car driving towards her, and she quickly waved to stop it.

The car quickly stopped in front of her, and Lin Chuqi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the people in the car getting out. But as soon as she relaxed, she found that the driver's figure was getting blurry, and then she completely lost consciousness.

Mo Tingyuan was lying on the hospital bed, with a needle inserted into the back of his hand. He frowned slightly, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked extremely uncomfortable.

Zheng Chuyue opened the ward door and walked in. She happened to bump into a nurse who came in to pull out the needle. When she saw Zheng Chuyue, the nurse immediately said hello politely: "Hello, Miss Zheng."

Zheng Chuyue nodded and asked, "How is Tingyuan? Has he woke up?"

"Mr. Mo is not in any danger for the time being. He just lost too much blood and is currently recovering from infusions," the nurse said.

Zheng Chuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

After the nurse pulled out Mo Tingyuan's needle, she told Zheng Chuyue: "Then I will ask Mr. Mo to take care of you. If you have anything, please contact me."

"Well, thank you." Zheng Chuyue said.

After the nurse left, Zheng Chuyue took a towel, wrung it out, walked to the bed, and wiped off the sweat on Mo Tingyuan's forehead.

While wiping her sweat, Zheng Chuyue's eyes flashed with a hint of distress and a hint of complaint, and she muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you know how to cherish her? I'm obviously more suitable to be your wife than Lin Chuqi."

Zheng Chuyue calmed down her thoughts and continued to wipe Mo Tingyuan's body, her face changing unexpectedly.

"Although you don't like me, I will never allow you to be with another woman!" Zheng Chuyue said quietly, with a sinister tone in her voice.

The door to the ward was opened, and Zheng Chuyue's expression returned to normal.

Zheng Chuyue raised her eyes and was slightly startled when she saw the person coming. Then she raised the corners of her lips and showed a faint smile: "Uncle, you are here."

"How is Tingyuan?" The person who came was none other than Mo Tingyuan's uncle, Mo Rufeng.

Zheng Chuyue shook her head: "He hasn't woken up yet."

Mo Rufeng frowned, took a closer look at Mo Tingyuan's face, then lifted the quilt and checked again. He was relieved after making sure that Mo Tingyuan had not suffered any other fatal injuries. He looked at Zheng Chuyue and warned: "Tingyuan

The news of today’s injury is being kept secret for the time being. I’m afraid the media will make news if they find out about it, so don’t tell others.”

Zheng Chuyue nodded obediently: "Yes, I understand."

Mo Rufeng nodded and said to Zheng Chuyue: "Thank you for your hard work."

After that, he sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, ignoring Zheng Chuyue.

Zheng Chuyue pursed her lips, shut up wisely, and sat quietly on the stool beside Mo Tingyuan's bed, waiting.

I don't know how much time passed, but Mo Tingyuan slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a white wall, and a faint smell of medicine came from the tip of his nose.

Mo Tingyuan rubbed his temples, but his head was still swollen and painful. He struggled to get up, but he heard a weak voice coming from his ears: "Tingyuan, you're awake."

The man turned around and saw Mo Rufeng sitting on the sofa nearby. Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Uncle?"

Mo Rufeng stood up, walked to Mo Tingyuan, patted his shoulder and said, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

At this moment, the door to the ward was opened, and Zheng Chuyue walked in with a soup bowl in her hand.

Seeing Zheng Chuyue coming in, Mo Tingyuan's eyelids jumped.

Zheng Chuyue, as if she didn't notice it, walked straight to Mo Tingyuan's bed and handed the soup bowl in her hand to Mo Tingyuan: "Tingyuan, are you awake? Have some soup, these are all specially made for me.

The chicken soup you stewed."

Mo Tingyuan glanced at the chicken soup in Zheng Chuyue's hand and frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!