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Wen Tingli was shocked and frightened just now, and now her willpower was on the verge of collapse. Thinking about what she had experienced in the past month or two, she couldn't stop crying. After crying for about two or three minutes, someone waved his hand in front of her. Wen Tingli vaguely saw Lu Shicheng looking at her through the thick tear film.

He patiently gestured to Wen Tingli to check the wound herself.

Wen Tingli looked down and saw a piercing red. Her heart ached and she started sobbing again.

Lu Shicheng lowered his head and took out a pocket pen and a silver note from his pocket. He quickly wrote a few words and handed them to Wen Tingli.

This time Wen Tingli understood.

It said: Don't worry, it's just a superficial wound. I'll have someone take you to the hospital right away.

Wen Tingli's tears just hung in her eyes, and she shifted her gaze from the banknote to Lu Shicheng's face.

Lu Shicheng looked as calm as before, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes, but that smile did not seem offensive at all.

Seeing that Wen Tingli finally stopped crying, he nodded at her and stood up again.

Wen Tingli was stunned and wondered how anyone could be willing to write on a banknote?
Suddenly, Huang Yuanshan said outside: "Why are you all crowded here? Where is Mr. Lu?"

It turned out that Huang Yuanshan had already called in the police. As soon as they rushed in, she stumbled: "Wen Tingli?! Why are you here too? Are you okay?"

There were several other men who broke in with Huang Yuanshan. As soon as they came in, they nervously surrounded Lu Shicheng and looked him up and down.

Lu Shicheng raised his hand to show that he was fine, and then fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man in a dark gray suit in the front. The middle-aged man hurriedly whispered to him: "I caught him."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Lu Shicheng's eyes. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and pointed at Wen Tingli in the room.

The man in the gray suit noticed Wen Tingli lying on the ground early in the morning. He couldn't guess the relationship between this little girl and Lu Shicheng. Seeing that she seemed injured, he nodded quickly: "Okay, let's send this lady to the hospital immediately."

Lu Shicheng pointed to his arm.

The man in the gray suit thought for a few seconds and said tentatively, "Can the doctor use X-ray to check the bones of this lady?"

Lu Shicheng nodded and walked out through the crowd. Unexpectedly, a foreign policeman rushed over from outside and said, "Want to leave? A shooting just happened here. Everyone must cooperate with the police station to record their statements."

Lu Shicheng didn't even look at the other person and went straight downstairs.

The foreign policeman was stunned for a moment, then chased after him with a look of anger on his face: "How dare you ignore the French Concession police? Stop right there!"

Just at this moment, another older patrolman rushed in. Seeing the situation, he hurriedly stopped his colleague.

Then he turned around and smiled at the man in the gray suit: "My new guy is not very sensible. I'm sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Kuang."

It turned out that the man in the grey suit was named Kuang. Mr. Kuang's expression eased a little: "Let's go. This is just a small family matter of the Lu family. It's a waste of time to alarm the police officers."

"Mr. Kuang, please stop saying that. It is our duty to punish evildoers." The older policeman put his gun back into the gun case with a smile, turned his head and winked at the foreign policeman beside him, "It's okay, let's go."

The foreigner seemed to feel that he had been insulted, and suddenly pointed at Wen Tingli on the ground and said, "This lady must know what happened just now. How about this, let's take her back and question her."

Mr. Kuang spoke again: "This lady is injured. We need to send her to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible."

His tone was always gentle, but his attitude showed that he could not refuse. After saying this, he ordered his men: "Zhou Wei, help this lady to the car."

The older policeman dragged the foreigner away and said, "Why are you bluffing? Go away. We have nothing to do here."

A few people wanted to get a sofa chair to carry Wen Tingli up. Wen Tingli had completely woken up by now, and hurriedly waved her hand to say that it was not necessary. Mr. Kuang saw that Wen Tingli had stood up on her own, so he said in a gentle voice, "Excuse me, young lady, what is your name?"

"Her last name is Wen." Huang Yuanshan seemed to have just woken up from a dream. "She is one of the contestants in tonight's drama competition."

He added: "Champion."

"My name is Kuang Zhilin, Miss Wen can call me Old Kuang. You saw it just now. Before Mr. Lu left, he specifically told us to send Miss Wen to the hospital for a thorough examination. The car is ready, Miss Wen can go downstairs."

“Can you take me back to Metta Hospital? I can go there for a checkup. My father and sister are both in Metta Hospital now and I’m afraid they will worry about me.”

"But Cixin Hospital doesn't have an X-ray machine. Mr. Lu was worried that Miss Wen's bones were injured, so he specifically asked us to send Miss Wen to Huiqun Hospital."

Wen Tingli touched her left arm worriedly, and suddenly felt a burning sensation. Kuang Zhilin observed her expression and comforted her, "Treat the disease first, and we will send someone to comfort your father and sister."

Huang Yuanshan also advised her: "Gunshot wounds are not a trivial matter, so it's better to be safe."

After going downstairs and getting in the car, Wen Tingli suddenly poked her head out and said to Huang Yuanshan, "Sister Huang, my pragmatic husband and classmates are still waiting for me at the gate. Please tell them for me."

When they arrived at Huiqun Hospital, the doctor quickly treated Wen Tingli's wound and took an X-ray for her overnight. After confirming that the bones were fine, a group of doctors from the surgery department personally sent her back to the ward.

After Wen Tingli knew that she was not seriously injured, she felt relieved. She looked left and right while sitting in the wheelchair. Seeing a group of people busying around her, she looked up and said to them, "I am so sorry to bother you all so late at night. I thought I was going to be disabled, otherwise I would definitely not come to the hospital. By the way, can I be discharged directly?"

She was sweet-mouthed and her smile was even sweeter. After a few words, she became familiar with everyone. The two doctors smiled and shook their heads: "You are too impatient. You were injured by gunpowder. Although it is not serious, it is still afraid of infection. At least you need to be observed for one or two nights before you can leave."

As they were talking, they arrived at the ward. It seemed that Mr. Kuang had been waiting inside for a long time. He came up to greet the chief surgeon and said to Wen Tingli, "I've already gone to greet your father. Miss Wen, just rest assured and receive treatment here. We'll talk about everything after your injury gets better."

Behind him, there was a room full of fruits and supplements. A few peeled Siamese pomelo petals, as clear as rubies, were quietly placed on the fruit plate.

There were also boxes of milk and Vichy mineral water (note), neatly placed within Wen Tingli's reach.

Wen Tingli was shocked by the scene: "It's just a minor injury, why bother you so much? I should be able to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning."

Mr. Kuang tactfully retreated to the corridor and said, "Don't disturb Miss Wen's rest. There is a caregiver outside. If Miss Wen feels uncomfortable at night, she can call for help at any time."

Wen Tingli was about to say something when the nurse came over with the IV bottle. When the nurse left, Wen Tingli was the only one left in the ward. She sat on the bed and stared at the fruit and tonic products in the room.

Are the Lu family always so thoughtful?

Everything in front of me is just like Lu Shicheng who refuses to speak, thoughtful, gentle, quiet, yet impeccable.

As she looked at them, Wen Tingli couldn't help but reach out to the bedside table. She didn't touch any of the fruits, but just picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips.

Suddenly I saw a silver note under a bottle of mineral water.

When she took it out and looked at it, it was the one that Lu Shicheng had written on before. Most likely, he had accidentally left it in the car and Mr. Kuang had brought it in as hers.

Wen Tingli held up the banknote and looked at it against the light. Even though it was written in such a chaotic situation, the strokes were clean and powerful.

Only someone like Lu Shicheng would use banknotes as notes in an emergency. She sighed and lay on her back in the bed.

When she was bandaging her wound in the emergency room just now, she mustered up all her courage to sneak a peek at her wound. A piece of skin on her left arm was burned off, and the red and tender wound was shocking. Just being grazed by a bullet had such a great power. She couldn't believe what would happen if she was hit.

If the bullet was originally aimed at Lu Shicheng, that person clearly wanted to kill Lu Shicheng.

The strange thing is that Mr. Kuang's attitude clearly shows that he doesn't want the French Concession Police Station to intervene in this matter. This is really incredible. Who doesn't want to bring the murderer who plotted against him to justice? By the way, they treated her so carefully and thoughtfully. Besides the fact that she was injured because of Lu Shicheng's involvement, could they also be hinting that she should not talk about what happened tonight outside?

Thinking of this, Wen Tingli's relaxed nerves tensed up again. After thinking about it for a while, she finally fell asleep.

When she woke up, she smelled a hot fragrance. Wen Tingli thought she was dreaming, so she turned over and continued to sleep, but she screamed in pain because of the wound.

"Miss Wen." Someone pushed the door open and came in. "Does your wound hurt? I'll go get a doctor for you."

It was a woman who looked like a caregiver, followed by a nurse.

Wen Tingli sat up and found plates of breakfast on the table at the end of the bed.

This is too rich.

The attendant saw Wen Tingli staring at the breakfast in a daze, and said with a smile, "Mr. Kuang had someone deliver it this morning."

While the nurse was checking Wen Tingli's wound, he opened the food boxes on the tray one by one and showed them to Wen Tingli: "Miss Wen, take a look first to see if it suits your taste. If you don't like it, I will buy it according to your preferences.

Wen Tingli was a little at a loss: "No need, this is good. Have you had breakfast? How about we eat together? Oh, by the way, I have to make a phone call."

The attendant said, "Mr. Kuang sent someone to invite Miss Wen's family this morning, and they should be on their way now."

Wen Tingli was really at a loss as to what to do. Later, the chief surgeon came over and gave her a thorough examination, and said that she would be fine after taking anti-inflammatory drugs for a few days.

As soon as the medical staff left, Xiao Taozi's childish voice came from the corridor, accompanied by Zhou's wife's voice of stopping: "Shh! Shh! This is a hospital, don't make noise."

Wen Tingli was in a hurry to get down from the bed, and the nurse rushed out to greet her. Soon, Mrs. Zhou came in nervously holding Xiao Taozi, and Mr. Kuang from last night followed behind with a smile on his face.

"Did Miss Wen sleep well last night?"

Just as Wen Tingli was about to answer, Xiao Taozi broke free from Mrs. Zhou's hand, ran over, hugged Wen Tingli's legs and burst into tears. Mrs. Zhou said with red eyes: "This child thinks that going to the hospital means she is seriously ill. She is afraid that her sister will become like her father. She kept crying on the way."

Wen Tingli rested her forehead against Xiao Taozi's and said bitterly, "Sister just fell down, just like Xiao Taozi's usual falls, only a few scratches on the skin."

She pinched her thumb and index finger into a thin slit for Xiao Taozi to see, and then got out of bed and walked around leisurely: "Look, is sister okay?"

Little Taozi then burst into laughter and hugged her sister's neck tightly with both hands. No matter how Mrs. Zhou pulled, she refused to get off her sister.

"Why did you end up in the hospital for no reason?" Mrs. Zhou asked worriedly.

Wen Tingli said in a relaxed tone, "I won the championship last night. I was so happy that I accidentally fell down the stairs. Director Huang happened to be next to me and he sent me to the hospital for fear that I might have broken my bones. Mr. Kuang is also a friend of Manager Huang."

Mr. Kuang was standing aside with a smile on his face. After hearing this, his expression was a little surprised, but more of approval, as if he didn't expect Wen Tingli to be so insightful at such a young age.

He smiled slightly and said, "You guys take your time chatting. Come back to visit Miss Wen later." Then he left.

Wen Tingli asked Mrs. Zhou, "How is Dad?"

"Dean Deng just checked the room this morning and said everything was fine. The gentleman kept asking you, and I said that the eldest lady came back with the female teacher from the school last night, and went to a classmate's house to borrow notes this morning. The gentleman didn't say anything, but just said to wake him up as soon as you came back."

Little Taozi was now free, leaning on Wen Tingli's arms and curiously looking at the rare fruits in the ward. Mrs. Zhou also showed surprise: "Who sent all these? There are too many."

Wen Tingli coughed and said, "I am now the champion of the first Shanghai Youth Drama Competition. I don't know how many reporters want to interview me. These are all sent by the organizers and some newspapers."

Little Taozi grabbed a round Citi orange and played with it in her arms. Wen Tingli coaxed her sister to put it back: "Sister will buy you one when she gets home."

Afraid that Mrs. Zhou would get suspicious, she quickly said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, why don't we eat together?"

During the meal, Mrs. Zhou showed a puzzled look from time to time, because this breakfast was really too extravagant. Wen Tingli was afraid that she would ask too many questions, so after the meal, she urged Mrs. Zhou to take Xiao Taozi back home on the grounds that no one was with her father.

As soon as they left, Director Zheng came with Zhao Qingluo, Yan Zhenzhen and others, followed by Huang Yuanshan.

Several people gathered around the bedside, asking worriedly, "Didn't you just go back home to get a backpack last night? Why did you end up in the hospital?"

Wen Tingli pointed to her arm and explained with a smile.

Huang Yuanshan didn't say a word from beginning to end. Wen Tingli knew it clearly. It seemed that the Lu family had already hinted to Huang Yuanshan what to say to the outside world.

Zhao Qingluo stuffed a stack of newspapers into Wen Tingli's hands and said, "Look, all the newspapers in Shanghai reported last night's drama competition this morning. Now you've become a celebrity."

Wen Tingli happily opened it and saw the photo of her, Le Zhiwen and Xu Weian in the most prominent position. The title was the same as always:

[The first Shanghai Youth Drama Competition was a surprise: newcomer Miss Wen Tingli beat Le Zhiwen and Xu Weian. ]

Wen Tingli smiled happily as she watched: "Mr. Zheng, the school can help me evaluate the Yuying Scholarship this time."

Director Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are still thinking about the scholarship. This is an honor you have won for the school. I will definitely give it to you."

Yan Zhenzhen said, "The students in the drama club said they wanted to celebrate properly. The Dayalou restaurant near the school serves good Cantonese cuisine. Why don't we reserve a table in advance and pick you up on the day you are discharged from the hospital."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Director Zheng and the students were about to leave. Huang Yuanshan just said that he had some post-match matters to discuss with Wen Tingli and would not leave for the time being.

When they were the only two people left in the ward, Huang Yuanshan asked his assistant to stand guard outside the door, closed it, and sat down beside the bed with a contract. He said excitedly, "I brought the contract for "Southern Beauty". Take a close look at it and sign it as soon as possible."

"Why are you in such a hurry? My injury hasn't healed yet."

Huang Yuanshan clapped his hands and said, "We agreed before that I would help you organize a large-scale drama competition and you agreed to act in this play. Last night you defeated all the other contestants and won the championship. You can't go back on your word. This play will start filming in early September and the crew will have to tailor your costume in advance according to your size."

"Sister Huang." Wen Tingli suddenly whispered, "What happened last night? Why didn't the Lu family let the police track down the murderer?"

Huang Yuanshan's face tightened, and he put his finger on his lips to signal Wen Tingli to be quiet: "It's best to keep what happened last night to yourself, and don't tell anyone else."

"I just want to know who the murderer was last night."

Huang Yuanshan listened for a moment with his ears erected, and said in a very subtle voice: "Didn't you hear Mr. Kuang say last night that it was a family affair of the Lu family. I guess it was probably Mr. Lu Sanye, Lu Shicheng's third uncle, who sent someone to assassinate Lu Shicheng."

Third Master Lu—the youngest son who looks most like the Nanyang concubine and has always been the most favored by Mr. Lu? "Isn't his legs disabled?"

"His legs are disabled, but his brain is not. After the accident two years ago, he was driven to Beiping by Lu Shicheng. Now, Mr. Lu has no say in any matter of the Lu family. He is a restless person, so how could he give up? Most likely, there was some movement from his side last night, and Lu Shicheng took advantage of the situation and set a trap, but he didn't expect you to accidentally walk into this trap."

Wen Tingli thought to herself, no wonder when she broke in last night, Lu Shicheng was sitting on the sofa, with the gun in his hand quietly pointing at the door, as if he had been waiting for a long time. After the incident, Kuang Zhilin's gang came so quickly again.

Seeing that she was just in a daze, Huang Yuanshan pointed to the nutritional supplements that were almost piled up at the bedside and blinked: "Are these all sent by Lu Shicheng?"

(End of this chapter)