Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun faltered two steps back before she could steady herself. Su Zhinian, in her grasp, had started to slide toward the ground, so she immediately reached out to grab his arm.
His muscular body didn’t have any extra weight, but the difference in their weight still meant that Song Qingchun had to use a great amount of energy before she could hold him upright.
With such close contact, Song Qingchun had a clearer look of his face.
His eyes were closed, and his fair skin was tinged red. His long brows were furrowed as if in pain.
Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian?
Song Qingchun called his name twice, trying to get his attention. After he failed to respond, Song Qingchun raised her hand to touch his forehead. His temperature was as high as boiling water, causing her to pull back her hand instantly.
The temperature that he left on her fingertips was merely a tip of the iceberg. In fact, she could feel his body, which was collapsed on top of her, shaking involuntarily.
Their contractual relationship was already over. From his various words and actions, it was clear that he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. To put it simply, if he was to die then and there, it wouldn’t have anything to do with her.
If not for the fact she didn’t want to anger Song Menghwa, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place.
Song Qingchun bit on her lips in thought before raising her head to look around. The street was empty; there was not a car in sight.
Can I really leave him unattended here? Or should I help him call the ambulance before leaving?
As Song Qingchun pondered over the option, she turned to look at Su Zhinian. He seemed to be in extreme pain because his furrowed brows creased even deeper and his kissable lips were mumbling incoherently due to pain.
The mumbling tore at Song Qingchun’s heart. She stared at his struggle for a moment before lugging his heavy body, ignoring the pain from her knee, toward her car.
Song Qingchun used every ounce of her energy before she managed to shove Su Zhinian inside her car.
While panting, she helped him put on the seatbelt and walked around the car to climb into the driver’s seat.
Song Qingchun started the engine while taking a glance at him. His hands were pressed against his abdomen, and a great amount of sweat was falling down his blanched face. He kept moaning in pain.
This was not the first time Song Qingchun had seen an injured Su Zhinian; however, even when he had his head cracked and his shirt had been dyed with blood, he had not been so lifeless. He looked like he was barely hanging on to life, and his life could be snuffed out at any moment.
Song Qingchun was anxious beyond belief, but she didn’t think about it and pulled out her phone to call Doctor Xia with shaking hands.
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When Song Qingchun arrived at Su Zhinian’s bungalow, Doctor Xia still hadn’t arrived.
She dragged him out of her car and toward the bungalow entrance.
He was still unconscious. Song Qingchun tried keying in the old password, and to her surprise, the door opened with a click.
Song Qingchun didn’t even have the time to help Su Zhinian change his shoes. She used every bit of her energy to drag him upstairs and eventually dropped him on his bed.
