Chapter 290
And the soil around was all marked with signs of being flattened by feet.
Tang Yuchen reached out and smeared away the soil, revealing the blood stains hidden beneath…
Suddenly standing up, he bit the flashlight with his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and started to crawl down the hillside.
The slope was steep, and many areas were filled with thorns, but his movements were agile and strong, as if he were walking on flat ground.
For him, the sharpness of this terrain was nothing compared to his previous training, it was simply child’s play.
Back when he used to endure a hundred kilometers cross-country with weight…
Thinking this, a flash of deep understanding crossed the man’s eyes, he shook off the memories in his head and hastened down the slope.
At the foot of the hill, dense shrubs grew, the weeds stood as tall as a person.
The man turned on his watch, located the little red dot, then quickly walked towards that direction with accurate strides.
Parting the underbrush, he saw An Ruo lying on her back, motionless.
The flashlight’s beam illuminated her face, revealing the blood on her face as well as the scars from branches and stones.
Her white blouse was also stained with large patches of fresh blood, not a single part of her body was intact.
Tang Yuchen’s pupils constricted, and his heart suddenly ached.
That instant, he nearly forgot to breathe.
Not wasting a second, he checked her pulse, which was faint, so faint that it was easy to miss.
But he didn’t miss it, he knew she was still alive.
After giving Liang Weiming a call, he immediately started to administer emergency first aid to An Ruo.
Some life-saving techniques he was still proficient in, at the very least he could temporarily preserve An Ruo’s life.
Late into the night, the ambulance returned silently from the top of the mountain to the hospital, hardly disturbing anyone.
An Ruo was rushed into the emergency room, and Tang Yuchen stood outside the operating room for three hours, his stature straight, like an unbending pine.
Liang Weiming was the chief surgeon, rarely known to people that he was once a famous internal and surgical medicine Ph.D. at J City Military Medical University.
But due to some issues, he willingly hid his accolades and settled for being a minor surgeon in the hospital.
When Liang Weiming came out of the operating room, Tang Yuchen’s dark eyes looked towards him and he asked calmly, “Uncle Liang, how is she?”
“There’s a cut on her right waist and abdomen, twelve centimeters long and one centimeter deep, but that’s not fatal. She has, however, lost a lot of blood, which is quite detrimental to her body. Falling from a height of over three hundred meters on the hillside, she’s got numerous minor wounds and multiple fractures. The most serious of which are the fractures in her legs. Kid, brace yourself—in case the rehabilitation doesn’t go well, she might never be able to stand again…”
Tang Yuchen nodded slowly, his expression extremely calm, but upon closer inspection, one would find his gaze as terrifying as a black hole.
“When can she wake up?”
“It’s hard to say, but she’s unlikely to come to in a short time.”
“How long at least?” he asked again.
“Maybe ten days to half a month.”
The man nodded again, he couldn’t wait that long.
“Uncle Liang, please take care of her for a bit, let’s keep this matter quiet for the time being,” he said gravely.
“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” Liang Weiming sighed, patting his arm, his tone earnest, “I understand, you young people act on impulse, but I hope you can keep your actions in check and not hurt yourself.”