Chapter 982: Chapter 764: Everyone’s Visits to the Hospital Are Getting a Bit Too Frequent
Chonghui was hidden in the crowd, unlike the exhausted Nan Zhubin; even though Shi Chuxin was already out of danger, his gaze remained fixed on Old Mo.
After all, Old Mo still held a knife, and Nan Zhubin was at the innermost perimeter of the crowd.
But the moment Nan Zhubin spoke, he leapt out like a tiger hunting in the grass, pouncing in the blink of an eye.
Old Mo’s knife was coming down; he gritted his teeth, restraining his fear, his eyes focused on his arm as if it were a dreaded target extending from his own body.
This clearly wasn’t working.
Nan Zhubin took a great stride forward, planning his next move instantly.
"Old Mo, your wife is here!"
In just a moment, without thinking, it was purely a reflex.
Old Mo’s eyes, filled with his own harshness, suddenly turned to panic.
Instinctively, he looked up towards the source of the voice—Nan Zhubin.
What met his eyes was a hand, thumb against forefinger.
——Snap!
In just a moment, Old Mo’s eyes went from full of emotion to blank bewilderment.
However, his knife swing was too determined, and the force too great.
Even though in his daze he didn’t add strength, the descending blade still, driven by inertia, sliced through his skin and veins.
"Bang!"
The next second, Chonghui arrived, fiercely crashing into Old Mo, who could only let out a short muffled groan, pain clearing his eyes again.
At the same time, the knife flew out of his hand, along with the spurt of blood.
Another figure dashed out from the crowd—Mo Kai.
He mimicked Chonghui’s move, blending into the crowd, slightly slower to react, but still encircling Old Mo’s waist before Nan Zhubin could, tackling him to the ground.
"...Let go of me... let go of me!"
Old Mo struggled frantically: "You... you bunch of liars! Let me go!!"
But it was pointless now; Nan Zhubin had already rushed up, holding onto Old Mo’s unharmed arm. Chonghui, after adjusting his balance, wrapped in, deftly securing Old Mo’s back, his left arm crossing in front of Old Mo’s neck, his right hand pressing firmly against the back of Old Mo’s neck, forming a quick choke hold.
He began to mutter under his breath: "1, 2, 3, 4..."
Seeing this, Mo Kai clumsily shifted his steps, using his weight to pin down Old Mo’s lower body.
Almost immediately, sweat covered Old Mo’s body.
By the time Chonghui counted to "5", Old Mo was already running out of strength to struggle. But the senior brother counted a few more seconds, waiting until Old Mo was completely still before releasing some pressure, though his arms still tightly locked Old Mo’s upper body.
The splattered blood during the chaos stained all three of them completely red, an almost primitively bloody octagon.
The security guards, who were initially going to intervene, halted in their tracks, hesitantly pushing each other in confusion.
It was then that the crowd began to react belatedly, screams finally erupting.
"Ah—blood!"
"Someone’s dying... someone’s really dying!"
"Old Mo! Ol..."
"Everyone be quiet!!!" Nan Zhubin instinctively shouted, unconsciously using [Emotion Soothing].
Even though yelling didn’t have a significant calming effect, coupled with his blood-stained face, it worked to momentarily silence the crowd, no one daring to make a sound.
After confirming that Nan Zhubin and Mo Kai were fine, Chonghui finally released Old Mo and pressed his hand against Old Mo’s carotid artery to assess.
"Call 911!" Nan Zhubin continued to shout, "Who knows first aid?!"
"I do!" came a clear voice in response.
Xia Tian struggled to push through the crowd.
Her phone had already dialed 911, and after setting it to speaker, she tossed it aside.
Then she removed the scarf from her neck, winding it tightly three times around the upper part of Old Mo’s arm, tying a slipknot.
"Good thing, there’s a lot of blood, but it’s flowing out, not spraying," Xia Tian said quietly, her fair face also stained red.
She then shouted, "Can someone give me a pen?!"
"Pen."
Nan Zhubin instinctively pulled one from his jacket pocket and handed it over.
Xia Tian took it, quickly glanced at the time on her left wristwatch, and wrote on Old Mo’s shirt sleeve.
It was at this moment that her call connected.
"Is this 911? I need emergency assistance," Xia Tian said quickly, "Address..."
"The patient is bleeding heavily, his neck was choked..."
Chonghui had already started performing CPR on Old Mo.
Outside the crowd, both the HR director and the marketing director were as pale as if they were the ones lying on the ground.
...
Woo woo woo woo—
The sound of ambulance sirens seemed to still echo in their ears.
Hospital.
The smell of disinfectant filled their noses, the light curtains filtering the sunlight, warmly streaming in.
Nan Zhubin sat in the corridor, expressionless;
To his left was Mo Kai, still shaken, his gaze somewhat vacant, emotions that had been suppressed now surging forth to be felt.
"Click," the door beside them opened, Chonghui entered, frowning, clicking his tongue, before sitting on Nan Zhubin’s right.
For quite a while, none of the three spoke, none knew what was on each other’s minds.
Other members of the EAP Project Team either stood, squatted, or leaned against the walls before them, none daring to make a sound.
