This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

Thinking of the little boy whose fate was uncertain in the upcoming plot, Yu Chenzhou unconsciously rubbed his cuffs with his fingertips, lost in deep thought.

As a well-educated person, he could not ignore the loss of a young life on the operating table.

But now he is just an observer.

However, the surgery cannot begin without a family member's signature.

Perhaps the only thing he can do now is to find the little boy's parents before the surgery begins and remind them, even if it's just to offer a sliver of hope.

"Well, I guess I'm just too kind-hearted, so I'll just give you a little reminder."

Whether you live or die depends on your fate.

After pondering for a long time, Yu Chenzhou sighed softly, leaned on the edge of the dressing table to get up, and was still savoring his thoughts as his fingers ran over the shirts on the clothes rack.

As he slowly and methodically tied his tie, he muttered that sentence to himself. The man in the mirror had a hint of helplessness in his eyes, yet also a trace of certainty.

The clock on the wall had already pointed to the starting point, and for him, who needed to be on duty early, it was indeed time to set off.

"Although I already knew from the original owner's memories that 'I' was very rich, I was still surprised to actually stand in front of this wardrobe that was comparable to a small boutique."

Looking at the Armani suits, Gucci casual wear, and all sorts of branded clothing hanging neatly, it's still a bit hard to accept this contrast.

Yu Chenzhou casually picked up a dark gray suit jacket and put it on. He straightened his collar in front of the full-length mirror before turning and leaving the room.

As he swiped his card to take the elevator, he was still planning the specific words to remind the little boy's parents. The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and he walked straight into the basement parking lot.

Yu Chenzhou's car was very ordinary, a B-Class without wings. Its silver-gray body gleamed softly under the lights. Priced at around 300,000 yuan, it was indeed considered a "commoner's car" in his assets.

"It seems that no matter which world you're in, rush hour traffic is always the same—congested!"

As I drove smoothly out of the residential area and onto the ring road, the traffic gradually moved towards the city center, and the line of cars ahead began to slow down, until it was moving in and out of control.

Yu Chenzhou had to switch between the accelerator and brake frequently, like a woodpecker, and the speedometer needle on the dashboard kept jumping between twenty and forty.

"There are just as many people cutting in line as ever!"

Yu Chenzhou frowned and muttered, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips.

Not far along, at a merging intersection where traffic converged, a white Volkswagen suddenly cut in from the right lane, its front end already extending in front of his car, clearly attempting to force its way in.

As a seasoned driver with many years of experience, Yu Chenzhou's eyes sharpened; he naturally had no reason to condone such behavior.

He quickly assessed the distance to the car in front, then lightly pressed the accelerator, keeping his car firmly against the rear of the car in front, completely blocking the only gap for the other car to cut in.

Unfortunately, he overestimated the other party's driving skills and emergency response.

The other driver seemed not to have expected him to be so decisive. In a panic, he swerved the steering wheel sharply, and with a loud "crack," the right front of the white Volkswagen crashed solidly into the right side of his car.

Before Yu Chenzhou could even shift into Park and pull the handbrake, the passenger door was flung open with a bang, and a man in a floral shirt jumped out.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was flushed from a hangover. He stormed angrily to Yu Chenzhou's car door.

He raised his fist and pounded on the driver's side window, his voice so loud it drowned out the surrounding traffic.

"Seriously? What's wrong with you? Where are your eyes? How are you driving?"

Yu Chenzhou lowered the car window a third of the way, letting in a blast of cold air mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes. He frowned, his tone calm yet sharp:

"How I drive is none of your business, as a passenger."

"You cut in line and you think you're in the right? Let your driver come out and talk. The rest of you can stay out of the way."

Traffic jams during rush hour are annoying enough, but when faced with someone so unreasonable, he had no intention of tolerating it.

"Hey, you little rascal..."

The man in the floral shirt pointed his finger at Yu Chenzhou's nose, but before he could finish speaking, Yu Chenzhou deftly turned on his hazard lights, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the door.

When the man saw Yu Chenzhou's tall, upright figure of 1.85 meters and those sharp eyes, his voice caught in his throat, and his outstretched hand involuntarily withdrew.

Height may not determine fighting ability, but in the moment of confrontation, this overwhelming sense of pressure is enough to halve the opponent's momentum.

"Move your car first, don't block the road."

After a long pause, the man finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.

"Don't rush, take photos as evidence first. Take photos from multiple angles to clearly show the collision location and the driving trajectories of the two vehicles, so that when you get to the traffic police station, you won't turn around and say that you have no way to explain yourself."

Yu Chenzhou took out his phone, turned on the camera function, and carefully took pictures around the two cars, from the front of the cars, the point of collision to the position of the wheels, and the white lines on the ground. He took three or four pictures from each key angle.

His familiar, accident-prone demeanor suddenly made the man in the floral shirt feel uneasy.

After taking the photos, Yu Chenzhou moved the car to the side of the road, squatted down next to it, gently touched the dented fender with his fingers, and looked at the scratched paint.

Without looking up, she asked the man in the floral shirt standing to the side:

"First of all, traffic regulations clearly stipulate that the party cutting in line is fully responsible for any accidents caused by it. This is entirely your responsibility, do you admit it?"

"What do you mean I'm fully responsible? That's just sophistry!"

At this moment, the other driver, a woman wearing a floral dress, high heels, and heavy makeup, walked over.

Pointing at Yu Chenzhou with her bright red nail polish, she questioned him with a face full of dissatisfaction.

"If you hadn't suddenly accelerated forward, would I have crashed into you? You clearly did that on purpose!"

Yu Chenzhou stood up, dusted off his pants, and, too lazy to argue with her about such an obvious issue of responsibility, simply took out his phone, tapped 122, and dialed the number.

"It's okay, it's fine if you don't agree. Leave the professional work to the professionals and let the traffic police come to the scene to make a judgment."

In his view, reasoning with such a unreasonable person is a complete waste of time and energy.

"How can you be like this? You have no manners at all! Arguing with a woman like me over such trivial matters, what kind of man are you?"

Seeing that he had actually dialed the traffic police number, the woman immediately raised her voice, her tone full of accusation.

They tried to morally blackmail him using his gender advantage, while passersby were already curiously looking in their direction.

Yu Chenzhou had long since figured out how to deal with this kind of person.

Ignoring it is the best form of retaliation.

He walked straight to a safe area on the inside of the road, avoiding oncoming traffic, and made a phone call to the head of his department at the hospital.

I clearly explained that I had encountered a traffic accident and needed to arrive at work a little later, and then asked for a few hours off.

As soon as he hung up the phone, the man in the floral shirt immediately changed his tune, a fawning smile plastered on his face. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and offered it to Yu Chenzhou.

"Brother, calm down, calm down. We're all drivers, and bumps and scrapes are inevitable. We see each other all the time, there's no need to take it to the traffic police."

Can't you be a little more magnanimous? Why make such a big fuss over such a small disagreement?

I just overheard you calling to ask for leave. It's such a waste to lose your perfect attendance bonus over something like this.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Yu Chenzhou and Weiwei sidestepped his hand that was offering them a cigarette, their tone completely calm as they got straight to the point.

"Since you say it's just a minor altercation, it's easy to resolve. You can just pay me to repair my car, saving both of us the trouble of waiting for the traffic police."

"No, why are you so stubborn?"

The woman strode over, her high heels clicking on the ground, her tone even more aggressive than before.

"Putting aside the issue of responsibility, if you had just given way a little, none of this would have happened."

"If everyone takes a step back, the situation will be much better. Don't you bear any responsibility?"

"What a waste of time."

Yu Chenzhou rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with them anymore, turned around, opened his car door, and got in.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Getting entangled with such an unreasonable person would only make him angry; it would be much more peaceful to wait for the traffic police in the car.

But the other party clearly had no intention of letting him off so easily.

Seeing him get into the car, the man in the floral shirt simply opened the passenger door and plopped down inside, his body reeking of smoke and sweat.

"Brother, to be honest with you, this car is brand new, less than a month old. If I'm held fully responsible and file an insurance claim, the residual value will drop by tens of thousands when I sell it later."

Your car doesn't look badly damaged. Just consider it a favor, taking responsibility, what's wrong with that? It won't affect you much.

Seeing that the other party didn't mention compensation at all from beginning to end, but was focused on urging him to admit responsibility, Yu Chenzhou instantly understood their scheme.

They simply wanted him to use his own insurance to repair the car, thus shifting the responsibility and losses onto him.

His eyes turned cold, and his tone became serious:

Whether your car depreciates or not is your own business and has nothing to do with me.

Either pay up and settle privately now, or wait patiently for the traffic police to determine liability, and I'll use my insurance to get my car repaired.

Don't even dream about me taking responsibility and covering for you.

"Brother, don't be so absolute."

The smile on the man in the floral shirt froze for a moment, but he didn't give up, his tone carrying a clear hint.

"To be honest, one of my childhood friends is the team leader of the accident investigation department of the municipal traffic police brigade. If we really get serious about it, it won't look good for anyone."

"How about we each take a step back? You don't have to take full responsibility, just accept secondary responsibility, and I'll give you some compensation. That way, we can call it even. It'll save you a lot of trouble."

Yu Chenzhou suddenly chuckled softly, looking at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes and asking:

"You're quite good at scheming."

First, you let your wife bully others, then you came out to play the victim and show weakness, then you used the perfect attendance bonus to morally blackmail others, and now you're bringing in your so-called "friends in the traffic police" to put pressure on them.

One trick after another, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Just use them all at once, so I don't have to waste my time with you here.

"Brother, I mean well when I say that."

The man in the floral shirt couldn't keep up the smile any longer. He immediately put on a pitiful expression, clasped his hands together, and bowed repeatedly to Yu Chenzhou.

"My husband and I are just ordinary workers. It's not easy to earn money. I have a 70-year-old mother to support and a child who has just started kindergarten to take care of. The whole family depends on my meager salary to make ends meet."

If insurance premiums go up next year, my salary this month won't even be enough to cover the costs.

Please, just take the blame, I'm begging you. Good deeds are rewarded!

"They're resorting to this sob story again. Have they run out of ideas?"

Yu Chenzhou sneered inwardly, his gaze sweeping over the approaching traffic police motorcycles outside the car window, but he let out a word.

"However, what you said makes some sense. My car only has a dent in the door and scratches on the paint. It really won't cost much to do bodywork and paint repair."

"Transfer the 1000 yuan to me now, and you can leave immediately; if you don't want to pay, just wait for the traffic police to issue a liability determination."

He agreed to settle out of court simply because he didn't want to waste time going to the hospital to remind the boy's parents.

"A thousand? Why don't you just rob someone!"

The woman's shrill voice rang out instantly. She yanked open the passenger door, grabbed the man's arm, and pulled him out, yelling at him.

"Honey, stop arguing with him! We have no responsibility whatsoever. When the traffic police arrive, I refuse to believe he can turn black into white. I want to see if he has absolutely no responsibility!"

Yu Chenzhou curled his lip, pointed to the open car door, and said in a clearly mocking tone:

"Did you hear what your wife said? Get out of the car."

"By the way, close the door gently. My car door was just hit by a car. If you break it again, it won't be something that can be fixed with just a thousand dollars."

The man looked at Yu Chenzhou's unyielding expression, then at his furious wife beside him, and saw the traffic police motorcycles getting closer and closer in the distance. He knew that there was absolutely no room for negotiation.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and he glared at his wife fiercely before finally pushing open the car door and getting out, muttering something under his breath.