Chapter 786: 789 Youthful Years: The Summer That the Wind Blew Through (2)_1
Hearing the police ask, "Young girl, was it you who called the police?"
Che Huan couldn’t make a sound and could only nod desperately.
When asked which one was still alive, she looked at the man beside her.
The police came over, checked for breathing, and quickly moved the man onto the police car. An older police officer came over, helped Che Huan up, "Young girl, are you cold? Come get in the car and warm up."
Too tense to move, Che Huan had been squatting for too long, and her legs had gone numb, so she could only hobble over.
Once in the police car, she finally dared to take a closer look at the unconscious man. Even with stains on his face, his features were very handsome. She noticed blood on his arm; it appeared he had been shot.
He didn’t look very old. What did he do for a living?
She couldn’t help but draw a big question mark in her mind.
After a while, she heard the police outside saying, "Only one survived."
Soon, she heard the police had cordoned off the scene, and then she heard the team leader ordering the old officer to take her and the unconscious man to the hospital.
Before she could snap out of her daze, a dark mass suddenly jumped into her arms. When she looked down, she saw the little dog.
The little dog looked up at her with big eyes.
Looking this way, the dog was really cute.
Che Huan held the little dog tightly and watched the old officer get in the car, sitting obediently.
————Yunqi Academy————
An hour later, they were taken to Donggang Central Hospital.
The unconscious man was rushed into the emergency room, while Che Huan, who had caught a cold, was arranged to be on an IV drip in a ward.
And that little dog, it stayed quietly by her side the whole time.
Lying on the hospital bed, Che Huan was a bit bored and looked in the direction of the little dog.
The little dog’s eyes were wide open, and it looked back at Che Huan.
Their gazes locked, no language was found to communicate, they just looked at each other.
Not knowing what to do, Che Huan talked to the dog, "What is your name?"
The dog seemed to understand and wagged its tail, sweeping it across the bed.
Che Huan watched as it seemed to write something, but she didn’t recognize what it wrote.
After finishing, the dog’s eyes shone brightly as it looked at Che Huan.
Che Huan coughed softly, her face flushed, hiding her clumsiness.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard a commotion outside. Walking to the door, she saw the same man who had been unconscious being wheeled into the room next door.
Soon after, she heard the voices of nurses in the hallway.
"I heard that this man was found in a pile of corpses, suffering from a gunshot wound. He only woke up once after being brought here, and before he could answer his name, he passed out again."
"The one who called the police was a young girl. Really, in the middle of the night, in a pile of corpses—if it were me, I would have been scared to death."
...
Che Huan looked at the little dog. Actually, could she admit that she too had been scared to death? The first time she woke up it was because of this little dog licking her, and the second time she woke up on her own, but she almost wished she hadn’t—at that point, she really wanted to faint!
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That evening, after using the restroom, she passed the neighboring room and saw the door to the ward ajar, not properly closed.
Had the nurse been careless?
Driven by curiosity, she walked to the doorway and glanced inside, then gently pushed the door open.
Before she could react, her arm was gripped tightly!
She barely cried out "Help" when a large hand suddenly covered her mouth.
Quickly after, she heard the man’s voice, "Are you the girl who saved me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he released the hand that was covering Che Huan’s mouth.
"Yes." Che Huan nodded and, remembering his gunshot wound, asked, "Can you move your arm?"
