Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Her pupils contracted sharply. Only after the emergency gurney was wheeled into the emergency room and the automatic doors closed in front of her did she quickly catch up with the nurse following behind.

"What's wrong with him?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Pulmonary embolism; his heart had already stopped when he arrived. Who are you? A family member?"

"Yes, he's my cousin!"

"Then hurry up and pay the fee!"

The doctor hurriedly pushed open the door to the emergency room and went inside.

Han Yue immediately went to the lobby on the first floor to pay the fee. However, after she gave Zhao Jiaming's name, the staff member pointed to a blond-haired man sitting on a chair and said:

He already handed it in.

Han Yue was taken aback and looked in that direction.

A blond-haired man sat on a waiting chair, his white T-shirt stained with a dark red wine stain. His hands were clasped together on his knees, and his face was paler than the hospital walls.

She walked over, took out her police ID from her pocket, and flashed it:

"I'm Han Yue from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Zhao Jiaming is my cousin. Did you bring him here?"

The blond-haired man looked up, saw the police ID, and instinctively sat up straight.

"Yes, it was me. We were singing at the karaoke bar just now, and I don't know what happened, but Young Master Zhao suddenly couldn't breathe."

"Has he had any conflicts with anyone before?"

"No, I don't think so..."

The blond-haired man frowned slightly, but then seemed to remember something and spoke again.

"Oh, right, when I was eating at the restaurant earlier, there was a college student, probably in his early twenties, who looked..."

Huang Mao tried hard to recall,

"He's quite handsome, but a bit of a scoundrel, and he always has a woman with him."

I'm not entirely sure why, but I saw Zhao Shao grab the woman's hair, and then the young man reached out and tapped Jia Ming's wrist.

Later, Zhao Shao made some harsh remarks and left.

As soon as we arrived at the KTV and checked into the room, Zhao Shao suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.

"You tapped it? Where did you tap it?"

The blond-haired man gestured to the position of his right wrist:

"Right here. Young Master Zhao was screaming in pain at the time, but it seemed like he was fine after a while, so we didn't think much of it."

Han Yue took out her phone, found Lin Mo's photo, and held it up in front of the blond-haired man:

"Is this the person?"

The blond-haired man stared at the screen for two seconds, then his eyes widened suddenly:

"It's him! It's him! There's no doubt about it!"

Han Yue's expression changed drastically, and she thought to herself:

"It matches up! It all matches up! Li Jing was right after all. Lin Mo was the one who killed them; it wasn't an accident!"

Duan Xing, Chen Jing, and Zhao Jiaming all fell ill suddenly after clashing with Lin Mo. It's all too coincidental!

Han Yue took a deep breath and put her phone back in her pocket:

"Write down the address of the restaurant where you ate, along with your contact information. Don't leave Dajiang City for the next few days; we may need you to give a statement."

Huang Mao nodded repeatedly, took the note she handed him, and started writing quickly.

Han Yue took the note, glanced at it, and then turned back to the emergency room.

However, before they could even sit down at the door, the doctor opened the door to the emergency room.

"Zhao Jiaming's family!"

"exist!"

Han Yue stepped forward.

"Please accept our deepest condolences; the patient has passed away despite all efforts to save him!"

Han Yue's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"What illness does my cousin have?"

"Sudden pulmonary embolism."

Is it common?

"There are probably a few cases out of ten thousand people."

Han Xue nodded, took a deep breath, took out her phone, and made a call.

"Uncle, it's me, Xiaoyue. I just ran into my cousin at the hospital, he... he..."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He suffered a sudden pulmonary embolism and couldn't be saved!"

"What! Where are you?!"

"I'm at Dajiang People's Hospital."

"Wait here, I'll be right there!"

When Lin Qingyue opened the door to her house, Lin Mo's eyes lit up slightly.

Today, Su Qing wore a flesh-colored knitted dress. The soft fabric draped naturally along the curves of her body, and the cuffs were slightly rolled up to reveal half of her forearms. Her long, black hair was casually tied back with a plain hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears.

She stood there, exuding a gentle and homely charm, somewhat like a housewife in a Japanese film, handing out slippers in the entryway while waiting for her husband to come home.

"Auntie, what are you busy with?"

Lin Mo changed his shoes and walked into the room. His gaze swept over her, lingering for a moment on her waistline.

Su Qing moved her laptop to the side; the screen displayed a job posting website, with most of the densely packed job listings crossed out.

"I'm looking online for suitable jobs. Now that I've recovered, it's time for me to take on the responsibilities again; I can't let Qingyue carry the burden alone."

Her tone was calm, but her eyes still reddened slightly when she mentioned Lin Qingyue.

"Have you found the right one yet?"

"not yet."

Su Qing shook her head, her smile tinged with helplessness.

"A resume that has been empty for too long doesn't look good. Many places will immediately reject me as soon as they see that I've been on sick leave for two years."

"That's perfect. I need a driver. Would you like to come drive me, Auntie?"

"drive……"

Su Qing hesitated for a moment, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

"I have a driver's license, but I haven't driven in years. Will I be able to drive?"

"Take your time, it's not like I'm asking you to drive a race car."

Su Qing thought for a moment, closed her laptop, and when she looked up, a serious glint appeared in her eyes:

"Okay, then I'll be your driver. But let me make this clear beforehand: if you think I'm not up to the task, just let me know, don't be shy."

"Okay. Let's start with a salary of 20,000 per month."

"No, that's too much."

Su Qing quickly waved her hand.

"A driver can't earn 20,000 yuan a month. Three or four thousand is the maximum. I can't accept anything more."

"The driver makes three or four thousand, but you don't just drive."

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair and counted on his fingers for her.

"You'll also be handling the secretarial and purchasing duties. I'm already overwhelmed with work and can't manage everything by myself. I'll need your help from now on, whether there's a specific task or not. Given the workload, 20,000 is a reasonable amount."

"That's too much, eight thousand would be enough..."

"I said 20,000, so it's 20,000."

Lin Mo's tone left no room for argument, and he immediately stood up.

"Okay, Auntie, I'll calculate your wages today. Let's go buy the car first."

Su Qing couldn't refuse him, so she nodded in agreement and turned to walk towards the wardrobe.

She pulled a white shirt and a pair of jeans from the closet, glanced at Lin Mo, and stood just two or three steps away from the closet.

Su Qing blushed slightly, turned her back and unzipped her knitted dress. The rounded curve of her shoulders flashed in the dim light, and a white shirt was quickly put on.

After changing, she stood in front of the mirror adjusting her collar. She secretly glanced at herself in the mirror and saw Lin Mo staring straight at her, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

The two rode their electric scooter to the car market, and Lin Mo went straight to the BMW 4S store.

As soon as I entered, a saleswoman in a dark blue office lady uniform, with impeccable makeup, greeted me with a professional smile.

"Sir/Madam, are you looking at cars? What kind of model are you interested in? I can introduce them to you."

As she spoke, she gestured for them to enter the showroom. Her speech was rapid, rattling off technical terms from the sporty performance of the 3 Series to the business comfort of the 5 Series. Her attitude was impeccable, but she kept directing them towards high-volume models in the 300,000 to 400,000 yuan price range.