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Chapter 804: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (17)

The engine roared back up, and Song Yuesheng caught a glimpse of the black car still parked at the entrance to the cemetery.

She looked away irritably, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the tangled pattern on her cuffs.

"Let's go to Wenjin Road," she suddenly said, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "buy some flowers to decorate the house."

Shen Zhirang tapped the steering wheel twice with his fingertips and changed the direction.

As the Greenland Group's logo gradually came into view, Song Yuesheng's breathing unconsciously quickened.

She stared at the intersection, counting down silently in her heart, one second, two seconds... Her heartbeat unconsciously quickened, as if time had frozen at this moment.

but--

There was no expected sudden braking, no gunshots, nothing.

"Night Owl" broke the appointment.

This realization hit me like a heavy hammer in the chest, and my breathing suddenly became rapid.

The air seemed to become thinner, and every breath seemed to tear at my throat.

She was breathing heavily, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the seat, her knuckles turning white from the exertion.

The whole world twisted and spun before my eyes.

There is no hope.

There is no hope at all.

Song Yuesheng's eyes became empty and blank, and suddenly he was like a puppet out of control. He unbuckled his seat belt, and the moment the car door opened, a heat wave hit him in the face.

She staggered out of the car, rolled on the ground for a few times, and her pearl hairpin fell off and broke into two pieces.

Song Yuesheng felt no pain, he just stared blankly at his scratched palm with blood oozing out.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Shen Zhirang's voice seemed to come through a thick layer of frosted glass.

In my peripheral vision, the door of the suspicious black car opened and closed for a moment, then quickly closed again.

The warm liquid flowed down her calves, and Song Yuesheng looked down at the torn hem of her cheongsam - her mother's favorite lotus pattern was now covered in blood and dust.

Shen Zhirang knelt in front of her, his hands suspended in the air, not daring to touch her.

"Is it because of the cemetery?" His voice trembled, "Shengsheng, I'm not going to use your parents to force you to do anything..."

"roll!"

Song Yuesheng waved his hand violently, and his nails left a bloody mark on his cheek.

The scattered hair stuck to her sweaty face, making the hatred in her eyes even more glaring.

Shen Zhirang staggered back, the sunlight casting a shadow under his eyelashes.

He slowly raised his hands, like a surrendering prisoner: "Okay, I won't touch you... Let's go to the Chinese medicine clinic first, okay? You can do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt yourself."

A drop of sweat fell down his chin and evaporated instantly on the hot ground.

Song Yuesheng looked at the humble appearance of this once arrogant man and suddenly found it ridiculous.

The person she had tried so hard to kill was now heartbroken for her.

Why couldn't he die?

why!

"What does my injury have to do with you?"

Song Yuesheng supported himself with his arms and tried hard to stand up.

But as soon as he moved, the stinging pain in his palm spread throughout his body like an electric current.

His hands were covered in blood, sticky and warm, which kept dripping down his fingertips and spread onto the ground like shocking red plum blossoms.

Seeing this, Shen Zhirang became extremely anxious and took two steps forward to help her up.

"Shengsheng, don't move, I'll help you up."

However, Song Yuesheng swung his hand suddenly with such force that Shen Zhirang took a step back.

This sudden swing caused the already weak Song Yuesheng to lose his balance. He staggered forward and fell heavily on the grass by the roadside.

"Hiss——" The severe pain made her groan. Her body trembled uncontrollably and her lips turned white due to the pain.

Not far away, a car drove slowly by.

A sneer of contempt rang out from inside the car: "Oh, that's really interesting."

"Master Lu, please don't tell your husband and wife this when you go back." The driver looked nervous, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and repeatedly warned, "They must be very angry, and they might even end your career in the entertainment industry."

Lu Xingyi tapped his knees with his fingertips and watched the entangled figures outside the car window gradually disappear into the distance.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a playful look flashed in his peach blossom eyes, "I was just wondering, what kind of luck have I had these days? Why are they all entangled with women one after another?"

"I would like to experience that kind of tension, too. But where are the people?" Lu Xingyi's voice was filled with resentment and gnashing of teeth, "Even the thousand-year-old turtle would hide!"

The driver carefully looked at Lu Xingyi's face and asked hesitantly, "Master Lu, do you have a girl you like?"

"No!" Lu Xingyi denied it immediately, with a barely perceptible urgency in his tone.

On the other side, Shen Zhirang sat on the ground, extremely anxious.

He wanted to get closer to Song Yuesheng again and help her up, but he was afraid to see her hateful eyes. He could only endure the pain in his heart and quickly took out his cell phone. With trembling fingers, he dialed the number of a doctor familiar with traditional Chinese medicine. His voice was full of anxiety: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, someone is injured here. Please come over as soon as possible..."

And in the black car that was still parked, Si Shu suddenly came to his senses.

He slowly removed the nails that were tightly clasped on his palm, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

It seemed like he had done something wrong. He shouldn't have let Night Owl retreat so easily.

Through the car window, he could clearly feel Song Yuesheng's deep hatred for Shen Zhirang, as if there was an invisible pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if to expel all the entanglement and pain in his heart, and forced himself to look away, no longer looking at the injured figure, and said in a low and calm voice: "Let's go, tell Night Owl, let him find out what she has been through."

"Yes... sir." The assistant responded softly, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

The black car slowly turned in a direction, the tires made a dull sound as they rubbed against the ground, and then it quickly turned around.

……

Twenty minutes later, the sirens of ambulances pierced the sky.

Doctor Zhang and several Chinese medicine doctors hurried over and carefully lifted Song Yuesheng onto a stretcher. She was as quiet as a porcelain doll, with only her clenched fists revealing her inner resistance.

The Chinese medicine hospital where Dr. Zhang works is the most authoritative one in S City for treating patients with traditional Chinese medicine, but because of his close relationship with the Shen family, Song Yuesheng never comes here.

"It's just a skin injury. Just rest." Doctor Zhang said lightly after taking Shen Zhirang's pulse, but when he turned around, he gave Shen Zhirang a meaningful look.

Outside the ward, Doctor Zhang took off his reading glasses and wiped them: "Xiao Shen, you have to be mentally prepared. Your sister..." His voice was very low, "She is depressed. If she doesn't untie it, one day she will die like today."

"How is it possible?" Shen Zhirang's pupils trembled, "She has been in the Shen family for so many years..."

"Xiao Shen," Doctor Zhang interrupted with a sigh, "Do you really think she is happy?"

Through the glass window on the door, they saw Song Yuesheng with his eyes closed as the doctor applied medicine to her. His body was shaking slightly unconsciously, as if he was still resisting something subconsciously.

Doctor Zhang's voice became heavier: "I'm afraid your sister has learned a self-protection mechanism, but the consequences of doing so..."

Shen Zhirang's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He thought of her always perfect smile over the years, and how she had stopped shedding even a tear since some point in her life.

"How to treat it?" His voice was hoarse.

Doctor Zhang shook his head, his eyes full of regret and compassion: "Her illness is in her heart, and the herbs are just auxiliary. The patient can't figure it out, and we... are helpless."