Sea City, Renhe Hospital.
"Have you heard? He Chaoyan is going to marry the old man who lives in the Zhiyuan Courtyard and is ill."
"Oh, that's the only son of the richest man in Ocean City. He's also well-known on the world's richest list. How lucky he is!"
"So what? She thinks highly of herself. I didn't expect that she would marry a dying person! I don't know if that thing is okay, hahaha."
After a busy first aid, a burst of sarcastic comments became the topic of everyone's discussion.
He Chaoyan was holding the door handle of the lounge with her right hand. She exerted a little strength and pushed the door open without hesitation.
In an instant, the room was quiet.
Those who were noisy just now all shut up.
He Chenyan didn't take it seriously. She changed her clothes and left the hospital. It was not worth paying attention to irrelevant people.
Out of the hospital gate, He Chaoyan turned into a dark alley. The north wind was howling. She unconsciously pulled her mask and quickened her pace.
In the dim light, a person suddenly jumped out.
She was caught off guard and stumbled. A strong smell of blood hit her and she fell to the ground.
Relying on the doctor's instinct, He Chaoyan quickly found the man's wound in the dim light. The round wound was bleeding.
A gunshot wound?
Her intuition told her that this man was very dangerous, but she couldn't leave him alone. If she didn't stop the bleeding in time, he would die.
He Chaoyan turned over her hand and took out the regular silver needles from her bag. She applied the needles to several major acupuncture points on the man's body, took off the scarf, and bandaged him.
"Where is he? Why is he gone?" At this time, the messy footsteps stopped at the fork in front of them, and he asked in confusion, "He is so seriously injured and can't run far. Search..."
The danger suddenly came. He Chaoyan's heart tightened and she subconsciously looked at the man she had saved.
As soon as she looked down, she saw a pair of fierce and deep eyes staring at her. She didn't know when the man who fainted had woken up.
"You..." She moved uneasily and accidentally kicked the can next to her, making a "Crash" sound. At the same time, the flashing light above her head suddenly went out.
"There's a sound!" The vigilant voice was accompanied by a few flashes of lightning. "Over there!"
In the darkness, time seemed to be stagnant.
He Chaoyan bent over and hid in the darkness. She didn't dare to breathe, and the light swayed a few centimeters away from her.
"You all should go over and take a look." Someone ordered.
Through several layers of clothes, He Chaoyan felt that the person she was supporting was stiff and was about to release her strength. Her heart was in her throat.
"Meow..."
Suddenly, a leopard cat jumped out of their side and crashed into the cans scattered on the ground. With another crashing sound, it gracefully walked into the flashlight light beam.
"It turns out to be a little wild cat. Boss, look over there with the blood."
"Chase after him!"
It wasn't until these people completely disappeared at the end of the alley that He Chaoyan breathed a sigh of relief. In just a dozen seconds, she felt as if a century had passed.
"Boss, we're late!"
Not long after those people left, the man's rescue arrived and helped him up.
"You saved me?" The man raised his chin slightly and looked down at her with a cold expression. His magnetic and low voice was full of oppression. "How can I thank you?"
The man's eyes were so sharp that He Chaoyan felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. She looked sideways slightly. The man was covered in a bloody aura, like the Asura King walking in the dark night. He was handsome, powerful, and dangerous.
"You're welcome." The man in front of her was too dangerous. She didn't want to have anything to do with him. "I'll go first."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pinched her round jaw with her clear fingers.
She was forced to look up and into a pair of eyes as deep as a black hole. They were cold and unfathomable.
"I don't like to owe others favors." His voice was cold and lazy. His hand that was holding her chin squeezed slightly, giving her a sense of oppression.
"In that case." She took off the man's hand and calmly found an excuse. "I'm going to get married tomorrow. I'm glad to welcome you."
The man raised his eyebrows. "The address."
"Zhiyuan."
When the man heard what she said, Mo Che's eyes lit up.
Coincidentally, he would be getting married tomorrow.
Even the location matched.
The corners of the man's lips curled up.
"I'll definitely come."
After that, the man took a deep look at her, withdrew his gaze, and left with his men.
