The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

In the operating room, doctors in white coats were busy shuttling around the bed, performing the operation in a tense and orderly manner, the scalpels in their hands flashing coldly under the light.

Xu Zehao's face was pale and he lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. His body was connected to various lines and tubes. The instruments beside the bed made regular dripping sounds and the curve on the monitor that symbolized vitality kept jumping.

The lights outside the operating room were always on. Zhou Yian sat quietly at the door of the operating room, staring at the door like a sculpture.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and the past events played over and over in her mind like a movie. The more she recalled them, the more her heart ached.

Why would he risk his life to push himself away?

Why did he rush forward without hesitation even though he knew it was dangerous?

Why is he so stupid?

why?

Why…

In fact, Zhou Yian has always known the answer because Xu Zehao told her.

But she had always stubbornly believed that the answer was false. It was not until today that she realized that the answer was actually true, but she chose not to believe it.

At this moment, her heart was broken and she regretted her decision.

If Xu Zehao died on the operating table tonight, what should I do to make up for this regret?

I don’t know how long it took, but the lights in the operating room finally went out and the nurse pushed Xu Zehao out.

Zhou Yian stood up suddenly and walked over to him, asking anxiously, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor glanced at Zhou Yian, then at the medical record in his hand, "Are you a family member of the patient?"

Zhou Yian answered without hesitation: "Yes, doctor, how is he?"

"The patient suffered severe injuries, including broken ribs, bruised lungs, and severe facial abrasions. Fortunately, the operation was successful and the patient is no longer in danger of death, but he will not wake up for a while..."

The doctor tore off another piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Yian, "Since you are the patient's family member, you should go and pay the fees first and go through the hospitalization procedures."

When he heard that the patient was not in danger of life, Zhou Yian's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he covered his face with his hands and cried with joy.

She looked down at Xu Zehao lying on the hospital bed, and cried and then laughed.

After completing the formalities, Zhou Yian stayed in the ward, sitting quietly beside Xu Zehao, looking at him quietly, with a peace of mind and tranquility he had never felt before.

She had never seen Xu Zehao so weak.

One side of his face was badly scratched when he landed, so it was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze covering the entire side of his face.

He had a transparent oxygen mask on his cheek. If it weren't for the faint rhythmic dripping sound from the instrument next to him, she would have really doubted whether he had stopped breathing and had no heartbeat.

Zhou Yian didn't understand whether tonight's car accident was an accident or a premeditated one.

If it was an accident, why would the other party cover the license plate and flee the scene so quickly?

If it was a long-planned plot, then it is obvious that the other party wanted to kill people and did not want to leave any survivors. Then who is the mastermind behind this, why did he kill so hard, and how did I provoke him?

At this moment, an uninvited guest came to the outside of the ward. He was a young man with a serious expression. He walked into the ward hurriedly. The moment he saw Xu Zehao, his face became gloomy.

Zhou Yian stood up without knowing why, and looked at him intently, fearing that he might have bad intentions.

The young man bowed to Zhou Yian and said politely, "Hello, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Yian was even more puzzled, did this person know him?

Seeing Zhou Yian's surprise and defensiveness, Xiao Wu explained, "Don't be afraid, I'm Mr. Xu's friend. I knew he had a car accident, so I came to see him."

"friend?"

"Well, my name is Xiaowu. I heard that you were at the scene when the car accident happened tonight, so, Miss Zhou, can you tell me some details?"

Zhou Yian looked at the young man in front of him with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked righteous and didn't look like a bad guy. Coupled with the worry he showed when he first came in, it really didn't look like he was acting.