Chapter 175: Volume 1_Chapter 175 Study hard, make progress every day (19)

Volume 1_Chapter 175 Study hard, make progress every day (19)

They called an ambulance at the roadside telephone booth, and not long after, they all got in the vehicle and arrived at the hospital.

Jiang Zhi's eyes could only stay bright for 24 hours; once the time passed, she would go blind again.

Sitting on the bench outside the operating room waiting, her body was exhausted, and after being frightened, she soon fell asleep.

It was the nurse who woke her, saying, "The surgery is complete; the patient's physical condition is excellent, and she has already out of danger."

Jiang Zhi rubbed her tired eyes, thanked her, and followed to the ward.

The single patient room was quite spacious, easily fitting a bed; the glass windows were covered with thick curtains, letting in a faint morning light.

The clock on the wall showed 5:40; the night had passed in a hurry.

Jiang Zhi's gaze fell on the boy on the bed, wearing a blue-and-white striped patient gown; his face was pale from excessive blood loss, his blond hair fell onto the white pillow, his brows and eyes were serene and beautiful, without a trace of his usual gloom.

As soon as she approached, she met the boy's eyes opening without warning; a faint shadow filled his pupils, inexplicably giving rise to a chilling sense of oppression.

"Father, I was wrong, please spare my mother, I will obey, I will definitely obey." Li Wen Nian's pupils seemed shrouded in deep gray defeat, empty and lifeless, bloodshot; his fingers on the bedside gripped tightly, his voice trembling and hoarse as he begged humbly.

Jiang Zhi stopped in her tracks, staring at him in astonishment.

The boy was clearly trapped in a nightmare, endlessly cycling, filled with despair and sorrow.

That should be the memory of humanity buried deepest in his heart.

"Run, run, Mom!" the emotionally agitated boy closed his eyes, struggled painfully, tears sliding down his cheeks and soaking into the pillow.

Jiang Zhi grasped his constantly moving wrist and softly said, "Li Wen Nian is fine."

Li Wen Nian's movements gradually lessened, and he finally fell asleep quietly.

Meanwhile, his hand clung tightly to hers, unwilling to loosen even a bit.

Such a Li Wen Nian was something Jiang Zhi had never seen before; he usually greeted people with a smile and had never been this fragile.

She yawned, lay her head on the bedside, and fell into a deep sleep.

Morning, 8:20.

Jiang Zhi was awakened by the commotion outside; her eyes were half-open, her pupils not yet adjusted to the light, which was slightly glaring, so she raised the back of her hand to block it.

The sickbed before her was empty, no one there; she realized and looked up to see the boy standing by the window looking out.

Li Wen Nian pulled out the IV needle, stood on his uninjured leg, sensed her gaze, his eyes shifted, his foxlike eyes narrowed slightly, and residual unstable hostility lingered between his brows.

He hadn't taken his emotion‑suppressing medication today, and his whole body exuded a dangerous killing intent.

Seeing this, a chill spread from Jiang Zhi's back to her soles, and she suppressed the urge to flee.

"Li Wen Nian," she called softly.

Li Wen Nian's eyes flashed back to that morning when he woke up and saw that scene.

The girl lay quietly on the bedside, their ten fingers intertwined, her palms soft and warm; unaware of what sweet dream she was having, the corners of her lips curled slightly, her lovely visage brushed with a faint glow, the picture was beautiful.

He lowered his forehead, his blond hair spilling before his eyes, covering half his face.

A mocking, morbid laugh rang out, echoing throughout the ward.

A few seconds later, he hurled the chair beside him at her side; with a 'clang,' the intact chair shattered into three pieces, a sharp fragment flicked up and grazed her hand‑back, instantly drawing blood that dripped from her fingertips.

Jiang Zhi didn't understand why he had suddenly gone mad; she covered her wounded hand‑back, startled, retreated a few steps, her voice trembling:

"What's wrong with you?"

Li Wen Nian's eyes were deep and gloomy: "Zhizhi, if you don't leave, I'll kill you~"

Jiang Zhi lifted her gaze; the boy's gun was cocked and aimed at her, its cold‑metal body sleek.

She pressed her lips together, turned, and left the ward.

Li Wen Nian watched her disappear at the doorway, slowly lowered his gun‑hand, and turned his head to look below the window.

Three or four vehicles were parked at the hospital entrance; more than ten people got out, armed, all there to kill him.

Li Wen Nian glanced at his left leg, now useless, then hopped on his good leg to the bedside, picked up his crutch, and prepared to leave the ward.

The ward door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and he instantly raised his gun.

"Li Wen Nian," Jiang Zhi came running back, breathless, her body slightly bent, breathing hard, pushing a wheelchair in her hands.

Seeing the arrival, Li Wen Nian tightened his grip on the gun, "You"

Before he could finish, Jiang Zhi pushed the wheelchair over, cutting him off: "Those people want to kill you—run quickly."

Having said that, she ignored the gun in his hand and dragged him onto the wheelchair.

Li Wen Nian seized her wrist in one grip, his brows and eyes sinister: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Jiang Zhi pressed her lips: "We are friends."

"Friends?" Li Wen Nian doubled over laughing, as if he'd heard a joke.

Those people came just to kill him; she could barely take care of herself, yet she still came to help him.

Besides, friends are merely tools for betrayal.

In this world there are no real friends, only mutual calculation and betrayal.

Jiang Zhi gripped the wheelchair handles tightly, hurriedly pushed it out of the ward; having checked the floor plan of this inpatient building earlier, she headed in the opposite direction from those people.

Li Wen Nian had earlier thought she could only die by his hand, so he forced her to leave.

He hadn't expected her to turn back on her own, still fantasizing about saving him.

Li Wen Nian had never in his life seen such a foolish person.

However, he loved most to watch scenes of humanity collapsing.

Dragging her into hell—this time was just the right opportunity.

【Villain Li Wen Nian Favorability 56 points, Hatred Value 78 points】

The system's voice suddenly sounded; Jiang Zhi listened as the hatred value rose to 78 points, and she glanced askance at the boy seated in the wheelchair.

His mind was surely plotting again how to torment her.

But the most important thing right now is how to escape; Li Wen Nian absolutely cannot die—if he dies, her mission will fail directly.

Jiang Zhi took a white coat from the changing room, put it on, and pushed Li Wen Nian toward the work elevator to go down.

Several black-clad people suddenly came out of the elevator; she reacted in time, pulling the wheelchair to a nearby corner to hide.

"Guard every exit, watch the person in the wheelchair." The Leader ordered coldly.

The black-clad people responded.

Then came hurried footsteps passing by nearby.

Jiang Zhi's heart tightened; just as she was preparing to step back, someone shoved her from behind, she staggered a few steps and fell to the hallway floor.

She didn't have time to get up; a few voices came from the elevator doorway not far away.

"Over there! Found them!"

Li Wen Nian, sitting in the wheelchair in the corner, pushed himself out, exposing himself to their sight.

Jiang Zhi turned back and saw the boy's face with a wanton, arrogant smile, like a deep‑sea feral beast brimming with malice.

"—Madman! He is nothing but a madman!!"