You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Meanwhile, Jiang Che had already brought Su Qinghe back to the hospital.

The nurses and patients in the lobby were startled by what they saw: a young man covered in blood rushed in carrying a girl whose life or death was unknown.

"Quick! This way!"

The on-duty emergency room doctor reacted the fastest; upon seeing the situation, he immediately called several nurses who rushed over with a stretcher.

"Put him up here! Quickly!"

Jiang Che carefully placed Su Qinghe on the flatbed, and when he let go, his hands were still trembling slightly.

Fresh blood dripped down the edge of the stretcher, blooming into glaring red plum blossoms on the floor tiles.

"Stab wound to the abdomen, massive bleeding, prepare for blood transfusion! Notify the emergency room and specialist consultation!"

While pressing to stop the bleeding, the doctor ran after the ambulance to the emergency room, rapidly instructing the nurses following beside him.

Soon the group arrived at the entrance of the emergency room.

Jiang Che instinctively wanted to follow him inside.

"Family members, please wait outside!"

The nurse blocked him from entering the room and then slammed the emergency room door shut.

Soon, a red indicator light outside the emergency room lit up, displaying the message "Emergency Treatment in Progress".

The corridor outside the door was empty. Jiang Che stood there staring at the closed door for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

In an instant, all his strength seemed to be drained away. He staggered back two steps and leaned against the wall, forced to reach out and brace himself against it to prevent himself from sliding further to the ground.

After he straightened up again, he looked down at his hands.

The blood in my palm had dried completely, sticking to my skin, and its original bright red color had gradually turned into a dark red.

This is Qinghe's blood.

Whenever Jiang Che closes his eyes, those unforgettable scenes from just now keep replaying in his mind.

However, his thoughts were in complete disarray, with countless chaotic images intertwined and overlapping, not to mention that Su Qinghe was still in the emergency room, her life hanging in the balance.

He had no mood or ability to calm down and carefully recall the details of those scenes.

Jiang Che walked heavily to the bench next to him and sat down. He then rested his elbows on his knees, placed his hands together in front of his forehead and gently pressed them against his forehead, and slowly lowered his eyes.

About an hour later, the lights above the emergency room went out, and then the door opened.

Jiang Che's legs reacted much faster than his brain; almost the instant the door was fully opened, he had already taken two steps to the doorway and was waiting.

"Doctor, how is the person?"

Upon seeing the doctor emerge from inside, Jiang Che became momentarily agitated. He involuntarily reached out and grabbed the doctor's arm as he approached, his expression and tone revealing undisguised anxiety.

"Don't get agitated, let go."

The doctor frowned and pulled his arm back. "Are you a family member of the patient?"

"I'm her boyfriend."

Jiang Che realized he had been somewhat out of line, and he apologetically withdrew his hand, but his eyes remained fixed on the doctor. "How is she?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Seeing how anxious the young man was, the doctor didn't keep him in suspense and briefly told Jiang Che about Su Qinghe's condition: "Although the incision is quite deep, fortunately, it didn't damage any internal organs or cause them to rupture."

"I had to get more than a dozen stitches, and I lost a lot of blood. I'll be weak for a while, so I need to rest and recuperate for a bit."

Upon hearing the words "no internal organs were damaged," Jiang Che's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He tilted his head back slightly and let out a long sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

"However, the patient lost too much blood and, despite receiving a blood transfusion, remains in a coma."

The doctor added, "Once her condition stabilizes, the nurses can transfer her back to her ward shortly. Keep a close eye on her wound healing over the next couple of days to prevent infection."

"Okay, I understand, thank you, doctor."

Jiang Che nodded to the doctor, and after the doctor left, his gaze passed over the door and landed on the girl lying quietly on the hospital bed not far away.

After several nurses checked Su Qinghe's vital signs one last time and confirmed that there were no abnormalities, they pushed the stretcher and took her out.

Jiang Che went to greet Su Qinghe almost the instant she came out.

She lay there with her eyes gently closed, her face almost deathly pale.

Her beautiful hair was spread out messily on the bed, the pure white contrasting sharply with the extreme black, making the girl appear somewhat broken and tragically beautiful at this moment.

Jiang Che tenderly touched her face, then followed the medical staff to take Su Qinghe back to the VIP ward.

……

The ward was quiet at this moment.

Jiang Che was worried that the sunlight would disturb Su Qinghe's rest, so he went to the window and drew the curtains halfway to block the glaring light from outside.

After settling the patient in, the nurse adjusted the IV drip rate, gave a few instructions, and then left the ward.

Jiang Che first went to the restroom to wash the blood off his hands.

The cool water washed over his skin as he watched the reddish water in the pool flow into the sewer. His previously confused mind gradually cleared up.

He took out a tissue to dry his hands, stared at himself in the mirror thoughtfully, and after a moment slowly walked back to the bedside and sat down.

Jiang Che quietly watched Su Qinghe. When she was unconscious, all pretense was gone from her face. She was neither as soft and gentle as she usually was in front of him, nor as tough as she was in front of the enemy.

He stared at it for a long time, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, Jiang Che leaned forward slightly, reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind the girl's ear, then ran his fingers down her cheek and finally gently pinched her little face.

"Isn't that stupid?" He chuckled lightly, seemingly helpless.

While he was at the scene, he was so anxious that his mind was in complete chaos and he didn't have time to think things through.

Now that he saw that Su Qinghe was alright, his thoughts calmed down, and some details played back slowly in his mind, frame by frame, like a movie.

He knew Lin Wanwan well; although she was vicious, she was also very timid.

Are you really going to let her stab someone with a knife?

She wouldn't dare do it even if she had ten times the courage, let alone commit a crime in front of so many people.

When we were at the scene just now, Lin Wanwan's cowardly appearance, lying on the ground and wetting herself in fear, was the reaction she should have had.

Jiang Che also noticed that Su Qinghe's hand was clasped on Lin Wanwan's wrist at that time.

This posture is clearly wrong. If Su Qinghe was trying to block Lin Wanwan's attack, her hand should be pushing outward, not pulling inward.

In addition, Su Qinghe's gaze at the time was noticeably too calm.

She didn't look like someone about to be stabbed at all; there wasn't a trace of fear on her face. Instead, she seemed to be... looking forward to it?

With all these signs combined, how could Jiang Che not understand Su Qinghe's thoughts?

She was clearly playing the victim with him.

He risked his own life to set a trap, all to make himself completely give up on Lin Wanwan.

Make him feel guilty, make him feel heartbroken, make him never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

That's ruthless.

Jiang Che's expression became complicated for a moment. He couldn't connect this ruthless person who was so cruel to himself with the delicate and soft little girl in his memory.

Suddenly, he realized something: Su Qinghe had managed to survive the past month of homelessness unscathed.

This is enough to show that her methods are absolutely not something that ordinary people can resist.

Moreover, she had endured inhuman living conditions in the Su family for eighteen years. Under such harsh circumstances, how could a person's temperament and mind be weak and shallow?

Jiang Che suddenly realized that he seemed to have been completely deceived by Su Qinghe's appearance.

He never actually saw Su Qinghe's true face.