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"Get out of the way! The brakes have failed! Get out of the way!"

The driver screamed in despair.

However, the truck was rushing down at such a speed that it was less than twenty meters away from Jiang Ye!

Jiang Ye had just finished a rally race that covered several thousand kilometers, and his physical strength was already at its limit. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Faced with this sudden and deadly crisis, his mind went blank for a moment, and his body had no time to react.

Just then, the heavy truck, as big as a small mountain, was about to crash into Jiang Ye with terrifying power that could destroy everything!

At the critical moment!

"Jiang Ye! Watch out!"

A piercing, even broken scream suddenly rang in Jiang Ye's ears!

Followed by.

A thin, grimy figure dressed in filthy repair clothes suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

She was like a reckless madwoman, without any hesitation, she pounced on Jiang Ye!

"Bang!"

A tremendous force slammed into Jiang Ye, sending him flying.

Jiang Ye rolled around on the sand several times before finally managing to stop.

Almost at the same time.

"Boom—!"

A dull and terrifying impact rang out where Jiang Ye had just been standing!

The out-of-control heavy truck, with its immense inertia, slammed into the BMW GS, sending it flying before plunging into a nearby sand dune, kicking up clouds of yellow sand that blotted out the sun.

Jiang Ye lay on the sand, his brain buzzing and his ears filled with sharp tinnitus.

It took him several seconds to recover from the shock of that brush with death.

He suddenly looked up and stared in the direction the truck had crashed.

As the yellow sand gradually dissipated.

Jiang Ye's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

My heart felt as if it had been crushed by an invisible hand!

Less than two meters from the front of the truck.

Shen Qinghan lay quietly on the scorching sand dune.

Her already filthy repair uniform was now torn to shreds.

Blood, glaringly bright blood, was gushing out wildly from her forehead, shoulders, and thighs, instantly staining the yellow sand beneath her.

Her once fair and delicate face was now covered in black engine oil and bright red blood, a shocking sight.

"Shen Qinghan!"

Jiang Ye let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He scrambled to his feet and rushed over like a madman.

He never expected this!

This woman, who was once selfish, extremely vain, and willing to betray him without hesitation for money; this woman, who would complain for ages even about the slightest smell of cooking oil on him, actually pushed him away without any hesitation at the moment of life and death, using her frail body to forcefully push him away!

To trade her life for his?

Jiang Ye rushed to Shen Qinghan's side and knelt heavily on the sand.

He reached out his hands, trembling, wanting to hug her, but afraid of touching her wound.

"Shen Qinghan! Wake up! Don't scare me!"

Jiang Ye's eyes were red and his voice was trembling.

He quickly checked Shen Qinghan's injuries and found that she had severe abrasions on her shoulders and thighs.

Jiang Ye immediately tore off his own clothes and used professional first aid techniques to press firmly on her bleeding wound.

"Doctor! Where's the doctor! Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

Jiang Ye turned his head and roared like a wild beast at the terrified crowd around him.

. . . .

The medical team from the camp arrived quickly.

Several doctors and nurses hurriedly lifted Shen Qinghan onto a stretcher and rushed her into a makeshift medical tent set up in the desert.

Jiang Ye stood blankly outside the tent, his hands covered in blood.

He looked at his blood-stained hands and was caught in an unprecedentedly complex internal struggle.

He hates her.

He hated her betrayal, hated her heartlessness, hated that she had trampled his dignity underfoot.

but.

When he saw her rush towards him without hesitation, when he saw her fall into a pool of blood.

The hatred in his heart suddenly became somewhat blurred.

He couldn't bear to watch this woman die trying to save him.

If she really dies, he will carry a heavy shackle for the rest of his life, one he will never be able to break free from.

. . .

Time passed by, second by second.

The anxious shouts of doctors and the ticking of instruments could be heard from inside the medical tent.

Every second was torture for Jiang Ye.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The tent flap was lifted, and a doctor covered in sweat came out.

Jiang Ye immediately went to meet him.

"Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head with a solemn expression.

"The situation is not very optimistic. The patient has lost a lot of blood and has a severe concussion. In addition, she seems to have had some major surgery before, so her body is very weak."

The doctor sighed and handed Jiang Ye a thin piece of paper.

"This is a critical condition notice. You're a family member, right? Please sign it. We can only do our best to save the patient, but you need to be mentally prepared."

Looking at that glaring critical condition notice.

Jiang Ye's fingers trembled slightly.

He took the pen and signed his name on it.

At that moment, he felt as if his heart had been violently clenched by something.

……

The rescue lasted for a full three hours.

For the entire three long hours, Jiang Ye and Shen Xinyu stayed outside the tent, never leaving its side.

He didn't eat a single thing or drink a single drop of water.

The scene of Shen Qinghan rushing towards him kept replaying in his mind.

at last.

The doctor walked wearily out of the tent.

"He's been rescued and is temporarily out of danger. But he still needs further observation."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He let out a long breath, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.

. . . .

Jiang Ye entered the tent.

The tent was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.

Shen Qinghan lay quietly on the simple hospital bed.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Her head was wrapped in thick bandages, she wore an oxygen mask, and her body was covered in various tubes.

It looks like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment.

Jiang Ye walked to the bedside and quietly looked at her.

They seemed to have sensed Jiang Ye's arrival.

Shen Qinghan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and it took her a while before she slowly focused on Jiang Ye's face.

When she saw Jiang Ye standing in front of her unharmed.

A relieved smile managed to force a smile onto Shen Qinghan's pale face.

That smile no longer held the arrogance, the scheming, or any pretense of the past.

There was only one pure, heartfelt sense of relief.