It took him almost a lifetime to walk this way and carry her on his back. The group had already run away, and there was still the smell of exhaust in the air. He leaned closer to her by the lamplight, only to see that her face was covered in blood and her lips were gray. He cautiously called her name, but she didn't respond, and the whole person lay limply in his arms.

His heart was gripped by a fear and despair that he had never felt before.

In fact, his consciousness was not very clear, and he couldn't even breathe. He stared desperately, took off his coat, carefully wrapped her inside, her skin seemed to have lost its temperature, he listened carefully to her breathing, in such snow, he could not hear anything.

He coughed lightly, picked her up, and walked towards the car step by step. At this point, he had to take a gamble or at least get out of this almost snow-enclosed place. He could wait, but Lan Qingchuan couldn't wait.

In the early hours of the morning in S City, there was a car accident in the west of the city, and when the paramedics arrived, the two young people in the car had been unconscious for a long time. According to the first eyewitness, the car drove dangerously, and the body grazed the wall of the underground tunnel, making a lot of noise, and it was able to sink into the snow until it was discovered. Fortunately, the shock of the car is not large, and it should not be a big problem for the people in the car. At this point in time, there are not many vehicles on this section of the road, and it will not cause accidents.

They pulled out of the car a young man with a dazed and red face, and finally realized that something was wrong when they saw the girl lying in the back seat covered in blood.

The girl was obviously seriously injured and was breathing weakly. The doctor came over to check it, and his eyebrows furrowed, "Hurry up and send it over, your life is at stake." ”

The two of them were carried onto the stretcher, but they heard the young man bite out a few words vaguely, "Lan Qingchuan, Qingchuan." ”

Fang Yuzhong received a notice from the hospital at this time, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart. Lan Qingchuan left before him, and he should have returned home a long time ago. But the people on the other side of her villa said that she had not returned. He waited until now, fidgeting, but waiting for such bad news.

When he hurried to the hospital, Lan Qingchuan had already been cleaned up and placed on the hospital bed, still unconscious.

The dean personally checked her again, and said to Fang Yuzhong, who was gloomy and obviously tried his best to suppress the violent, "The situation is very bad, I have been in the ice and snow for so long, the cold is in the bones, and the people who are beaten with iron can't stand it, not to mention that Miss Lan is weak, I am afraid that she will have sequelae." He stepped forward and flipped the sleeve of her hospital gown and pointed to the bruise on her arm, "Extensive fall, fracture of right arm and right calf, plus a slight concussion, and other symptoms, she has to wake up and check again." The dean observed his extremely gloomy face and said, "Mr. Fang, she is still very lucky. Judging by the extent of her fall, it is probably cushioned by snow, otherwise it would be much more serious. In addition, the time to seek medical treatment is timely, and your life is safe, so you can recuperate well. ”

He didn't speak, but nodded slightly. The dean led a group of people out and left the space for him.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, and when he saw her pale face with excessive blood loss, he gently reached out and touched her cold face. Her head was covered in a thick bandage, faintly stained with bright red blood. He suddenly felt a little more sad in his deep anger. Even though she was not close to him, Lan Yuange left him a thought for her after all.