Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

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Thick blood fell down the edge of the trunk and spread on the ground into flowers of death.

The trunk was fully opened, and a blood-stained girl was lying curled up in it. Fu Han shone the flashlight a little closer, and the blood-stained pale face became much clearer.

"Is the person still alive?" Fu Han was a little dizzy, trying to resist the discomfort.

Wen Qingyue's complexion was heavy, and she stretched out her hand to smell her breath. Just as her hand was in front of the girl's nose, the girl suddenly opened her eyes. In an instant, Wen Qingyue bumped into the girl's sight.

In an instant, she saw the countdown to the girl's death. Half an hour later, she would freeze to death due to excessive blood loss and delayed rescue.

The girl quickly closed her eyes again, Fu Han frowned and said, "He's still alive, I'll call an ambulance."

Wen Qingyue didn't speak, but Fu Han's voice calling the ambulance was in his ears, and the pale and weak face of the girl was in front of her eyes, her breathing was weak.

Suddenly the girl let out a low cry for help, "Help...help me..."

"save……"

Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, gritted her teeth, gave up struggling, and stepped forward to check the girl's injuries.

After making the phone call, Fu Han turned around and saw that she had already started to make a move. He was stunned for a moment, and approached, "How is it?"

"Help me get her out and put her in the back seat."

As soon as the words were finished, Fu Han went over to help, Wen Qingyue wanted to get the person out with him, but Fu Han handed her the phone, told her to back off, and carried him out by himself.

After getting the man into the trunk, Fu Han went around to the cab and turned on the lights, turned on the air conditioner, closed the windows, got out of the car, dragged the man lying motionless on the ground, knocked him unconscious and threw him beside the car.

In the car, Wen Qingyue soon discovered that the girl had two stab wounds on her abdomen and was still bleeding.

Wen Qingyue quickly covered the girl's wound, "Fu Han, see if there is anything to stop the bleeding."

Fu Han looked around, rummaged around, and found nothing that could be used. With a cold expression on his face, he took off his coat, took off his shirt and handed it to her, "Use this."

Wen Qingyue looked up at him, without much nonsense, took the shirt, pressed it on her abdomen, and said, "Fu Han, come and help me, her heart stopped beating, give her CPR."

Fu Han got on the bus from the other side, put the girl's head on his lap, and pressed the girl's head professionally with his palm.

Wen Qingyue took a look at the wound, tied up the shirt, reached out and touched the girl's neck, with a solemn expression, "No, how long will the ambulance be there?"

"It will take half an hour at the earliest."

In half an hour, the person is dead.

Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth and made a quick decision, "No, I can't wait. I'll give her pressure. You drive to meet the ambulance. She won't last long."

Fu Han kept moving his hands, nodded, and changed places with her.

Fu Han threw the unconscious driver into the co-pilot, started the car and drove back, the car was speeding like an arrow off the string.

In the back seat, Wen Qingyue kept moving her hands, and said at the same time: "Sister, wake up, hold on, you'll be at the hospital soon!"

Fu Han glanced at her in the rearview mirror, frowning tightly, his eyes drooping, his chin was stained with blood, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, but his expression was exceptionally calm.

The afterglow of the street lamp shone on her, like an angel against the light, trying to save the dying life.

Fu Han pursed his lips and did not speak.

He knew that she was a medical student, and it was her mission to rescue every patient, but this did not affect her existence like a god in his heart.

The tension and anxiety continued to rise, and there was only Wen Qingyue's gentle voice in the car. She was doing CPR while calling for the girl.

Fu Han was crazily overtaking another car, but at the same time, he had to ensure that the car was stable enough to prevent the two people behind from falling down.

After an unknown amount of time, the car drove into the edge of the city and finally ran into an ambulance. Fu Han quickly stopped and stopped the ambulance.

At the same time, Wen Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She's back."

The tone was calm, but there was a vibrato under careful listening.

She was also afraid, afraid that she would not be able to rescue this young girl, that she would die in her arms, in this cold night.

Fu Han looked back at her and said, "That's great!"

Looking at each other with a smile, Fu Han got out of the car and communicated with the ambulancemen, and soon came over with two people carrying stretchers. Wen Qingyue opened the car door, slowly let the girl lie down, and gave way to the ambulancemen after getting out of the car.

After waiting for the people to get into the car, Wen Qingyue followed the ambulancemen into the car, while Fu Han stayed where he was and waited for the police to come.

In the car, Wen Qingyue sat aside and said, "Her abdomen has a stab wound near the left kidney. It was stabbed with a one-finger-long pocket knife. Two ribs were broken. She lost a lot of blood and her heart stopped..."

Wen Qingyue paused for a while, then shook her head, only to feel that her eyes were becoming more and more blurred, and she fell into a coma in the next second.

"Hey... miss, miss..."

Wen Qingyue woke up again, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a white ceiling.

She frowned, turned her head and looked to the side, "Fu... Fu Han?"

The person lying next to her looked up at her when she heard the voice, and said in surprise, "Yueyue, you're awake!"

Wen Qingyue was startled when she saw the back, obviously a little disappointed, "Brother? Why are you, where is Fu Han?"

Wen Cun helped her sit up, and said: "Fu Han is still at the police station, it was someone from the hospital who contacted me."

"What time is it now? Why is he still in the police station?" Wen Qingyue frowned slightly. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. Even if she wanted to cooperate with the police in questioning, the questioning should have been finished last night.

Did something happen?

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation. It seems that Fu Han was driving while drinking. The driver you called the police insisted that Fu Han hit the girl you rescued while driving while drunk, and then blamed him. The car and the pocket knife have your fingerprints, so he is also locked as a suspect."

Wen Qingyue's brows sank, "Fu Han and I stopped the car at the entrance of the Addiction Bar. The girl was put in the trunk by the driver before that. It is impossible that there is no monitoring in the urban area. Wouldn't the police investigate?"

She was a little angry, and her tone was anxious and irritable. If the police were in front of her now, she might be even more fierce.

Wen Cun was stunned for a moment, and reassured him: "Don't worry, Fu Han will be fine. The police are detaining him now, and someone must be behind the scenes, otherwise these charges alone would not be able to detain him at all."

Wen Qingyue frowned, because she was worried because there were people behind her who were involved in tripping her up. A case that was originally ordinary, with the participation of these people hiding in the dark, everything would become complicated.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Qingyue thought of the girl she had rescued, and asked, "Brother, how is that girl? Have you been rescued?"

Wen Cun nodded, "The rescue came, thanks to you and Fu Han who did the first aid in time, and delivered it in time, but the person hasn't woken up yet."

Wen Qingyue nodded, fortunately everything was not in vain, people rescued her.