Chapter 1384 - 1381: Facial Infection Recurs
Qiao Muyun carefully cradled her face within his arms, found a clean damp towel to cover her face to prevent further infection, then quickly dashed out of the office, forcefully pulled open the tempered glass door, left Weibannasi Design Studio, rushed out of the Modern Building, and headed straight for the nearest hospital nearby...
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Zi Ruoxi lay on the operating table, immediately pushed into the emergency room, illuminated by thousands of watts of spotlight, reflecting that shattered face, and those somewhat corroded hands...
Dozens of professional surgeons and dermatologists began checking the burn marks on the wounds, disinfecting, reducing swelling, transfusing blood... a series of emergency measures.
The outdoor emergency lights were turned on... the surgery was ongoing...
An hour passed, two hours passed, then several hours slipped by like this...
Meanwhile, Qiao Muyun had already called the police, the nineteenth floor of the Modern Building was completely sealed off, especially the Weimannasi Studio was under police control, currently in the stage of gathering evidence and investigating the real culprit.
Until she was pushed into the operating room, and after he had called the police, Qiao Muyun forced himself to calm down a bit, he had to stay calm, he had to stay calm, this was what he kept silently repeating to himself after the accident.
He opened her LV bag that she carried with her, took out her phone, and saw that call she hadn’t managed to answer yet, ah, it was indeed him, Qiao Junlie, that familiar number.
Trembling hands picked up that phone, almost dropping it on the ground, quickly steadied it, Qiao Muyun took two deep breaths, barely calmed his nerves, his fingers still shook a bit, quivered slightly, and quickly dialed that mobile number.
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"Hello! Ruoxi, where are you? Why are you picking up the phone so late?" The other side complained unknowing of the situation.
"... It’s me." Two very heavy words, wrapped in a hoarse voice. Qiao Muyun sniffed a bit, feeling the sourness unbearable. His dark green eyes shining bright. His heart complicated, indescribable.
The other side paused.
"Qiao Muyun?!" Qiao Junlie questioned. The weather today wasn’t good, it was gloomy outside, seemed like a thunderstorm was about to break out, maybe it was affecting his mood now, the phone was persistently called and wasn’t connected, finally got through only for someone else to answer, an ominous feeling instantly struck his heart.
At this moment.
"Boom ——" An outside thunderclap that was deafening, followed by continuous thunderous sounds, blew one’s head apart. But no matter how much the thunder can’t compare to the sensational phone call, surging and overwhelming!
"Something happened to her..." Qiao Muyun choked out, voice hoarse.
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Qiao Junlie didn’t even know how he managed to listen to the rest. His handsome face grew heavier and heavier, not knowing what kind of state he was in. Fear, shock, worry, anxiety, impatience, terror... All sorts of adjectives turned pale in his blue eyes.
Empty, a hollow, complete emptiness. His face gradually darkening, becoming gloomier, gloomy to a frightening degree...
Quickly hung up the phone, pulled open the drawer, grabbed the car keys, stood up, and rushed out the door uncontrollably...
Moved too hastily, "Bam bam!" bumped into Secretary Rose. The stack of files in her hand fell to the ground, no time to pick them up, seeing the boss hurriedly about to leave, she immediately shouted, "Young Master, there’s a meeting later!"
But, Qiao Junlie took a swift leap forward, no longer caring about any meetings, to hell with them all! The secretary’s call gradually became an echo behind.
All the employees of Caesar Fei saw Qiao Junlie rush out of the elevator, all stepped aside for him. Their eyes filled with astonishment, what’s wrong with the boss? His demeanor seemed off!
This, this, this, absolutely absolutely more intense than the storm ahead!
"Qiao Junlie! Qiao Junlie!" Behind came a series of calls. Zhou Yanhong noticed his abnormal behavior in the main hall. She hurriedly rushed over too.
But, Qiao Junlie ignored it, like he didn’t hear, his rapid silhouette flashed past the main hall...
"Clatter, clatter..." Outside torrents of rain began, but no matter hurriedly rushed out. The rain instantly soaked his body, pressed the car lock control, not far away, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom 7 resonated in the rain, Qiao Junlie jumped on his ride, revved up the engine, and the car shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
What exactly happened to him?
Following closely behind came Zhou Yanhong, staring blankly at the departing car’s silhouette, dazed for a while, then soon, an aide brought over an umbrella, Zhou Yanhong casually opened it, quickly walked to her car. Not long after, a Bentley Azure also disappeared trailing behind.
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Qiao Junlie arrived at the hospital where Zi Ruoxi was first.
The surgery was still ongoing. At this moment she was still not out of danger, the longer it went, her condition could be imagined, worsening.
Qiao Muyun still anxiously waited outside the operating room, seeing Qiao Junlie hurriedly arrive, the icy green-colored eyes when met with those blue eyes at the first glance, almost sparked fire furiously. An intense powder keg flared up suddenly.
If it wasn’t for him, if it wasn’t for him... Zi Ruoxi, would Zi Ruoxi be like this? Would she be targeted for deliberate revenge?! She’s already ruined, how will he repay——
Qiao Junlie walked towards him with a grim face, hadn’t spoken yet, fearing he was about to speak. Within three to five steps, suddenly caught off guard, Qiao Muyun grabbed his collar’s golden tie, "Bang!" He punched hard at his face. Half of Qiao Junlie’s handsome cheek swelled blue from the hit, he felt stars dancing before his eyes, unclear what was going on.
Not satisfied yet from the other side, "Boom!" The second punch followed, heavily striking his other cheek, the force of it imaginable, Qiao Junlie’s mouth corner immediately oozed blood.
Just taking hits without retaliating was never Qiao Junlie’s style. Just when the third punch was about to swing over, "Ugh!" Qiao Muyun clutched his abdomen in pain, stepped back. It turns out, Qiao Junlie had returned him a hit with lightning speed.
Qiao Muyun groaned lightly, then stood up, just as the two were about to entangle again, hospital medical staff arrived to hold them back. Strongly stopping this brawl. The two stepped back to safe zones, each relying on a white wall.
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Under the persuasion of the medical personnel, Qiao Muyun finally calmed down. However, he didn’t look at Qiao Junlie again, silently pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his embrace, irritably tore open the packaging, drew out a cigarette, just grabbed a lighter.
"Sir, this is a hospital, smoking is prohibited." A nurse walked over, sternly reminded him.