Chapter 1900: Taken Onto the Ambulance

“Hello, please pull your car over to the side, the ambulance has arrived. You should get that cut on your forehead treated.”

Injury?

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the rearview mirror; her forehead was swollen from hitting the steering wheel.

Her head was spinning.

Following the traffic police’s instructions, she pulled her car to the side and got out. The area was crowded with people; she backed away, trying to find a path at the very edge.

On the bridge, private cars, police cars, and ambulances were parked in a crisscross manner. Nan Jiaojiao noticed there were quite a few journalists too.

Did they come to report the news so quickly?

Not long after, she saw Song Yuan being helped down from a nanny van by Sister Lai and onto an ambulance. The nanny van was parked next to the truck, its roof crushed halfway by it, and the body was dented.

Was that car that suddenly rushed over Song Yuan’s?

“Wait a moment,” Song Yuan, lying on the stretcher, weakly raised her hand to point at Nan Jiaojiao, “Doctor, that’s my friend, let her come on board too, she seems to be injured.”

The ambulance was meant to carry as many patients as possible, not to provide special service for anyone. Time was pressing, and the area was tightly surrounded by entertainment reporters. Despite being a big celebrity, Song Yuan refused to hurry onto the vehicle, causing the nurse some dissatisfaction, though she didn’t say anything. After bringing Nan Jiaojiao onto the ambulance, the door was quickly shut.

The traffic police spent a long time clearing the area, even resorting to scolding, just to get the reporters to leave, and the ambulance was finally able to drive away smoothly.

The vehicle jostled, and Song Yuan groaned painfully. Sister Lai quickly moved closer to ask about her, but she shook her head and gave a gentle look at Nan Jiaojiao sitting beside her, “Jiaojiao, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at her, slightly pressed her lips, and responded softly.

She originally intended to walk down the bridge on her own and hail a cab to the hospital for a brain check-up. Unexpectedly, she was forcibly pulled onto the ambulance by a somewhat irate nurse. It was one thing for the cameras to be focused on Song Yuan, but she had to request the doctor to bring Nan Jiaojiao on board in front of the cameras, and the journalists swarmed like hyenas catching a scent, almost shoving their cameras in her face.

To put it bluntly, Song Yuan was truly causing a scene!

At the hospital.

Nan Jiaojiao had just finished her check-up and was sitting in the hallway awaiting results when Lu Zhenzhen called her, succinctly instructing her to check Weibo.

The car accident on the cross-sea bridge had exploded in popularity due to Song Yuan, a hot topic star.

The photos uploaded by journalists mostly showcased Song Yuan’s pale, bloodless face, and only the last one showed a partial scene of the accident.

Nan Jiaojiao browsed quickly, then went back to find a photo of herself in profile.

“My PR team is deleting the posts; anything with you in it will be deleted. If others want to stir things up, let them.”

Nan Jiaojiao put the phone back to her ear as Lu Zhenzhen began right on cue, “Where are you?”

“The hospital.”

“Which one? I’ll come over.”

“No, I’m getting my brain checked, waiting for the results; you’d just waste time coming over, I’d be gone with the results by then, too lazy to wait for you.”

Lu Zhenzhen found this reasonable, “Send me a picture of the report later. I’ll have the Lu Family doctors take a look; if something’s wrong with your brain, we have the money for treatment.”

Nan Jiaojiao let out an exasperated sigh, “Say something nice, will you? I just bumped it, got dizzy, I’m not going stupid!”

“Have you contacted Bo Yanching?”

The words “Not yet” were about to leave her lips when she suddenly heard a man’s tense voice, “Jiaobaoer!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelashes fluttered for a moment. She looked up to see Bo Yanching in a black suit, running over. The first two buttons of his suit were undone, and his slicked-back hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands falling on his brow.

His deep black eyes fixated unwaveringly on her, across the hallway filled with moving figures; in his eyes, she was the only one.