By the time Rong Heng led his team and captured all the people who were ambushing in the old building, Lu Yuan was no longer in the corridor.
Rong Heng walked downstairs slowly and saw the police officer who had left to call an ambulance escorting the prisoner to the car.
"Boss." The police officer saw him and quickly reported the situation, "Everyone was caught. The one who ran away came back to see what was going on and was caught."
"Yeah." Rong Heng responded, turned around and looked at the surrounding environment, and then said casually: "Where are the wounded?"
"The ambulance came and was taken to the hospital." The police officer said, "I saw that her face turned pale in pain, and she probably had a fracture, but she still managed to hold back without saying a word. She is indeed Lu Yuchuan's daughter.
…”
Rong Heng was slightly distracted, but he came back to his senses after a moment, turned around and walked to the side to arrange other things.
On the other side, Mu Qian, who got the news at the Huo family's old house, rushed to the hospital immediately, while Huo Jinxi went to Rong Heng in person to inquire about the situation.
When Mu Qian arrived at the hospital, Lu Yuan had already been arranged into the ward.
The attending doctor stood in front of her hospital bed, looking at the film she took with a frown on her face.
Lu Yuan was sitting on the hospital bed, with no trace of blood on his face, just staring at the doctor who was watching the film.
Mu Qian quickly walked into the ward and went directly to Lu Yuan's bedside. She bent down to look at her and asked, "How are you?"
"It's okay." Lu Yuan said in a low voice, but his eyes were still on the doctor, and his "it's okay" seemed particularly unconfident.
Mu Qian keenly noticed something, stood up and looked at the doctor, "How is my sister?"
The doctor's eyes fell on Lu Yuan's wrist, and he calmly stated her injury, "Her wrist was originally injured, and it was pulled again this time, and she was pushed to the ground when she fell, causing a fracture of the distal end of the radius and cartilage damage.
, the muscles and nerves were strained again..."
"Can it be cured?" Mu Qian interrupted him directly and asked.
"Surgery is definitely necessary," the doctor said. "If the surgery is successful and you take good care of it, you should be able to restore more than 70% of the function of your wrist."
Hearing these words, Lu Yuan couldn't help but froze slightly.
Mu Qian looked back at her and said quickly: "Will it affect the painting?"
After hearing this, the doctor couldn't help but look at Lu Yuan again. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said: "There should be some impact, because after the operation, the wrist may not be as flexible as before."
Mu Qian's heart suddenly sank. When she turned to look at Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan had slowly lowered her eyes.
"This is just a preliminary diagnosis." The doctor said, "The specific situation will not be determined until the results of various examinations are available. You should have a good rest first, and I will arrange your surgery as soon as possible."
"Okay." Lu Yuan responded in a low voice, "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor turned and left the ward, while Mu Qian stood beside the bed. After a while, she turned her stiff body and looked at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan looked at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "I think it should be fine...because what the doctor said is just a possibility."
Mu Qian couldn't help but grit her teeth.
Because she clearly knows how important a pair of flexible hands is to a fashion designer.
And she also knows how obsessed Lu Yuan is with her career.
Seeing that Mu Qian didn't answer, the smile on Lu Yuan's lips disappeared little by little. Finally, she lowered her eyes again, looked at her unconscious right hand, and said slowly: "No matter what happens, I can still keep this hand, right?"
Mu Qian was quiet for a moment, and finally said: "Yes, if you take care of yourself slowly, you can always recover..."
After saying this, the two of them fell into silence at the same time.
After a while, Lu Yuan spoke again: "Qianqian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone out to get involved in these things without telling you..."
Mu Qian sat down next to her hospital bed. After a moment, she chuckled and said, "What's so great? You really can't draw pictures or make clothes, so I can help you. I can draw.
I can learn how to make clothes. I’m so smart, what can’t I learn?”
She didn't answer the question, but neither of them seemed to notice anything was wrong.
After another moment, Lu Yuan chuckled and responded, "Yeah..."
…
In the evening, when the surgical plan was finalized, Lu Yuan seemed to no longer care. After drinking less than half a bowl of porridge, he fell asleep.
Mu Qian was sitting on the sofa in the ward in a daze when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing at the door of the ward. When she raised her eyes and saw Huo Jinxi, she instantly stood up and walked out of the ward.
Seeing Huo Jinxi alone, Mu Qian couldn't help but look behind him, "Where's Rong Heng?"
When Huo Jinxi saw Mu Qian's expression, he took her hand and said, "He has arrested so many people, so he is very busy tonight."
"Then what happened?" Mu Qian said, "Did you find out anything? Who were those people? Why did you deal with Yuanyuan?"
"After the fierce fight that night, in which both sides were injured, Lu Yuchuan escaped from death and disappeared into the sea of people." Huo Jinxi said, "The other party naturally had to do something to let him know that this matter would not be easy to get over."
Mu Qian knew this answer, but when she heard it, she still couldn't help but feel tense all over.
"Ha." She sneered, "Because I'm difficult to deal with, and because of the relationship with the Huo family, they don't dare to touch me, so they pick the weakling and attack Yuanyuan?"
Huo Jinxi held her hand firmly and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
After a while, Mu Qian slowly relaxed under his actions.
"This group of people are lawless and unscrupulous, and they all deserve to die." After calming down, her tone was still stiff, "Soon, they will pay the due price for the mistakes they committed -"
If in normal times, Huo Jinxi would have reprimanded her if he heard her say such things.
But at this moment, after Huo Jinxi listened to her words, he just pulled her closer to him, stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist, and let her lean into his arms.
"Yes." He said, "Soon."
Mu Qian leaned on his shoulder, her slightly red eyes filled with coldness and chill.
…
Lu Yuan needed to stay in the hospital. Mu Qian wanted to stay with her overnight in the hospital, but Huo Jinxi didn't allow it. He just called his aunt from home to accompany her, and arranged professional nurses and bodyguards. After everything was in order, he took care of her with his heart.
Mu Qian reluctantly left.
After Lu Yuan took the medicine, he slept until midnight.
When she woke up, the injured area on her hand began to hurt again.
The ward was very quiet. The aunt and the nurse were in the cubicle. She lay down for a while and finally couldn't help but sit up.
As soon as she got up, there was movement in the cubicle. The nurse opened the door and walked in, "Miss Lu, do you need anything?"
"It's okay." Lu Yuan replied, "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get up and take a walk."
The nurse quickly took out a coat and put it on her body, "I will accompany you."
"No need." Lu Yuan said, "I want to go for a walk by myself."
The nurse could not force her to follow her, but the bodyguard arranged by Huo Jinxi followed her at a close distance after she walked out of the ward.
They didn't come forward to disturb her, and Lu Yuan just pretended that they didn't exist. Before she knew it, she walked out of the hospital building and came to the garden, where she found a bench with a view of the sky and sat down.
The moonlight is very good tonight, illuminating the ground like frost.
Under the same moonlight, not far away on the main road of the hospital, a black SUV parked quietly next to the flower bed.
Next to the car, a tall figure stood leaning against the car, with his back to the hospital building, his head lowered and smoking silently.