At this time, the driver had simply helped Lu Wenqing deal with his injured palm.

Glancing around through the car window, Emperor Lin ordered in a deep voice.

"Drive!" The driver started the car, and Emperor Lin glanced in the rearview mirror, "Go to the hospital first!" ”

In the passenger seat, Lu Wenqing turned his face worriedly, "Are you injured?" ”

Emperor Lin glared at him, "Your hands need to be stitched up." ”

Feeling the man's displeasure, Lu Wenqing remembered that he had scolded him in a hurry just now, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

The car drove to the nearest hospital, and the driver accompanied Lu Wenqing into the emergency room.

In a moment, he had already bandaged the wound and came out, his left hand was only scratched, but his right hand was cut out by piercing the glass piece, and he had four or five stitches, and it was already wrapped into a dumpling.

The three of them drove back in the direction of the hotel, and the emperor in the back seat was silent all the time, and a pair of eyes just glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time.

After returning to the hotel, Lu Wenqing cautiously followed the emperor into the guest room.

"Sir, I'm ...... I just ...... Didn't mean to scold you...... I mean...... I didn't know it was you! ”

Emperor Lin walked straight into the study, turned around in front of the desk, and his eyes fell on his hand: "How are you?" ”

Lu Wenqing immediately assured: "Don't worry, I will definitely not delay my work." ”

Emperor Lin frowned: "I'm asking how your hands are, how many stitches have you had?" ”

It turns out that the boss is not angry!

Lu Wenqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back at him: "It's okay, five or six stitches, it's trivial." ”

Grabbing the pen and paper on the table, Emperor Lin quickly wrote a few strokes and handed the note to Lu Wenqing, "Go check this license plate number?" ”

Lu Wenqing raised his left hand, took the note, and glanced at the license plate number on it: "This is ......

"Keep tracking our car." Emperor Lin leaned sideways slightly, leaned back on the desk, and slowly spit out a few words, "Someone wants me to die!" ”

"This ......," Lu Wenqing's eyebrows jumped heavily, "You mean...... This wasn't a car accident? ”

"I saw the reflection in the window, and it was another car that hit the car." Emperor Lin raised his chin at the note in his hand, "When we came back, this car was always behind. ”

"But......" Lu Wenqing's brows tightened, "what do you think...... Who could it be?! ”

Emperor Lin shook his head slightly, "I can't be sure now, you can check it first." ”

When he was in the team, he had caught a lot of drug dealers and pirates, and in order to conceal his identity, he used code names when performing tasks, but no one could guarantee that he would be absolutely safe.

And......

In addition to these people, there are probably some people who don't want him alive either.

As for whose handwriting it was this time, he will not know until he finds out.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Lu Wenqing pinched the note and turned around and walked to the door.

"Wenqing!" Before he could open the door, Emperor Lin stopped him again, "Don't tell me about this, if she finds out about your injured hand, you can tell ...... It was accidentally cut. ”

It wouldn't help Jun Qing to know this, it would only make her worry about him.

"I understand!"

Lu Wenqing agreed and walked out of the guest room.

Turning to walk into the bedroom, Emperor Lin unbuttoned his shirt and took off his blood-stained blazer.

On the right arm of the white shirt, there was a clear blood stain.

The incident happened suddenly, and when the car rushed towards him, he dodged in time, but he still inevitably injured his flesh.

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