Chapter 2125 - 2127: The Person I Picked Up

Chapter 2125: Chapter 2127: The Person I Picked Up

The woman was dressed in all black, her chestnut-colored hair cut short to just reach her ears. Though her mouth was pursed, it was clear that her lips were delicate and attractive. Her figure wrapped in black clothing gave no hint of shape, but was evidently tall and slender, especially her legs, which were very long. Her face showed signs of abrasions, possibly from her fall down the mountain and collision with rocks.

A faint scent of blood reached him, and Qi Fang glanced around before noticing the wet patch at her waist. He touched it, his fingers stained red.

Seeing the expanse of wet clothing, he was startled. Without thinking, he reached to lift her clothes, but his hand had barely touched her when the woman, lying with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, grabbed his hand, and twisted it adeptly, using it to flip herself upright. Her other hand formed a fist aimed directly at Qi Fang’s eyelids.

Qi Fang, trained in martial arts and possessing a height advantage, skillfully freed his wrist before she got close, keeping a distance of one meter from her.

Caught in the woman’s gaze, Qi Fang was momentarily stunned.

What beautiful eyes!

Eyes like Yeye’s, with elongated corners, sharp and alert, immensely striking.

Facing Qi Fang now, she resembled a poised leopard, ready to pounce at any moment.

Neither spoke.

Qi Fang’s gaze fell on her waist. He gestured to his car, and spoke, "You just rolled down. I nearly hit you. Well, you’re injured. Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" He pointed at her waist again.

The woman pressed her waist, her face pale due to blood loss, glanced at his car without saying a word, and turned to walk ahead.

"I think you need help." Qi Fang quickly caught up, taking her hand.

"Get lost!" She threw off his hand forcefully.

Qi Fang frowned, watched her walking away, and couldn’t help but shake his head, turning back to his car.

The car drove away from the woman, and Qi Fang glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing her clutching her waist with one hand, limping as she walked forward.

Her leg is injured too?

Qi Fang looked away. It’s none of his business; she was stubborn anyway.

But recalling those Yeye-like eyes, he couldn’t resist glancing again at the rearview mirror, which now showed no sign of her.

Crunch.

Qi Fang’s car halted as he leaned out to look back, shaking his head.

Women, sometimes it’s good to show vulnerability.

Reversing the car up to that black-clad figure, Qi Fang got out, opened the rear door, and lifted the stubborn woman into the car, driving away swiftly.

He was a good Samaritan; otherwise, he wouldn’t bother with this.

At the hospital, he delivered the woman to the emergency room. A nurse asked him to handle the admission formalities.

Qi Fang hesitated, saying, "I don’t know this person. Found her on the road, have no identity info." Pausing, he asked, "Do her clothes hold anything?"

"Then wait for a moment!" The nurse turned and entered the surgery room.

Shortly, a pile of black clothes was brought out, including a form-fitting waist belt.

"She was shot in the waist and needs a blood transfusion. Hurry with those forms!"

Qi Fang searched through the clothing pockets, finding nothing, and then unearthed from the waist belt.

A passport landed in his hands, and he opened it to find Ye Shuilan.

Well, the photo so fierce, yet the name so gentle.

Qi Fang took the passport to process the paperwork, suddenly feeling something unusual in his hands, and a fingertip-sized microchip emerging in his palm from the waterproof lining of the waist belt.

Qi Fang raised his eyebrows, intrigued.