Chapter 1111: Not Optimistic

“Wait for me, don’t wander off.

The streets nearby are blocked.

I’ll be there in ten minutes, and I’ll take you directly once I arrive.

I’ve arranged for people over there.”

“Okay…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s throat almost failed to produce any sound as she hung up the phone.

Suddenly, it was as though all the sound around her had faded away in an instant.

She couldn’t hear anything, yet it seemed incredibly noisy, filled with a buzzing sound.

She stood there dumbfounded for a long time before remembering to check the news on her phone.

Just five minutes ago, Bo Yanching had been in a car accident.

Photos from the scene were exposed; his car collided with a truck, the vehicle overturned, and he was trapped under the seat and the airbags, with blood on his forehead.

His condition was not optimistic.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly went limp, barely steadying herself by leaning against a nearby tree.

She couldn’t even cry, continuously refreshing the news feed, hoping to see more photos from the scene.

But the more she refreshed, the fewer news articles she could find – even the few that were there before had disappeared.

Someone had intervened.

Her phone rang, startling her.

Without seeing who was calling, she answered urgently and pressed the phone to her ear.

“Miss Nan, this is Han Chuan.

I’m at the scene of the accident.

Third Master regained consciousness briefly; he told you not to worry, that he’s okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao gripped her phone tightly for a moment, “What do you mean?

His condition isn’t optimistic, is it?”

“Miss Nan…”

“What’s the point of hiding it from me!” Nan Jiaojiao said urgently, “I know medicine.

Tell me his condition now, so I can prepare on my way there.”

“The car door is destroyed, and shattered glass and the door frame pierced into Third Master’s chest…

three ribs are broken, and his right leg is trapped and can’t be pulled out.

Third Master…

he’s unconscious.”

There was a loud bang in Nan Jiaojiao’s mind.

She closed her eyes, almost fainting on the spot.

Her fingers dug deep into the tree bark, “Have someone go to the pharmacy to buy needles, and I’ll teach you what to do.

First, seal a few of his acupoints to slow down the heavy bleeding.”

“Okay!

I’ll have someone go immediately!”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to respond but was helpless as her throat felt blocked, and suddenly, no sound came out.

She sat cross-legged, listening to the noisy sounds on Han Chuan’s side.

It seemed to take a long, long time before she heard Han Chuan calling her.

Nan Jiaojiao quickly told him the exact acupoints.

Shortly after, the sound of an ambulance came through the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao let out half of the breath she was holding, only to tighten it again.

Lu Zhenzhen came to pick her up, and Nan Jiaojiao got up from the ground by herself and sat in the front passenger seat.

Lu Zhenzhen fastened her seatbelt without saying a word.

The car sped off, breaking speed limits, reaching Finance and Taxation Street in the shortest time possible.

The scene had been cordoned off with yellow tape, with firefighters and medical personnel urgently conducting rescue operations.

Lu Zhenzhen personally negotiated, then led Nan Jiaojiao inside.

Upon seeing Bo Yanching for the first time, her legs nearly gave out; before losing strength, she pinched her thigh hard.

“Jiaojiao?” Lu Zhenzhen noticed something was wrong.

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed her hand, trembling as she asked, “Is he still alive?”

Lu Zhenzhen didn’t even glance at Bo Yanching, immediately responding, “Alive!

He has to be alive!”

Nan Jiaojiao closed her eyes, her body was so tense that apart from her grip on Lu Zhenzhen’s hand shaking, she didn’t tremble at all, rigid like a piece of iron.

Lu Zhenzhen asked, “The firefighters are still rescuing him.

Do you want me to help you over to talk to him?”

Bo Yanching had already fallen into a coma.

His injuries were too severe; even if he was semi-conscious, he wouldn’t be able to hear.

Besides, there were firefighters and doctors all around, more useful than she could be.