The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chapter 493 Su Yang Encounters a Wall of Devilry

Father Shen caught him in a panic, his fingers touched the large wet area on his lower back, his voice trembled like never before, "How, how is the injury so serious? Good boy, hold on, we'll go to the hospital now..."

The SUV sped along in the rainy night. Father Shen wrapped Chen Yifan tightly with his suit jacket, repeating: "Hold on, good son-in-law, we'll be there soon..."

The SUV braked suddenly in front of the hospital, and the sound of metal rubbing against the ground cut through the rainy night.

Father Shen almost kicked open the car door and rushed into the emergency room holding the unconscious Chen Yifan. The blood on his back was glaring under the overhead light.

"Doctor! Help!" His roar startled the nurse at the reception desk and she knocked over her water cup. Three or four medical staff came running over pushing a stretcher.

Chen Yifan was roughly placed on a stretcher, the alarm on the monitor suddenly sounded, and the green line on the ECG monitor screen jumped violently.

Shen Ran stumbled after him, the raindrops from his hair mixed with blood, leaving winding red marks on the white floor tiles.

She tightly grasped Chen Yifan's blood-stained saber, and the blood clots on the blade fell off as she trembled.

"The patient has multiple open wounds, prepare for a blood transfusion!"

The emergency doctor tore open Chen Yifan's shirt and swept his torso, which was covered with new and old scars, with a knife-like gaze.

When he saw the deep bone-deep wound on his lower back, his pupils suddenly contracted. "The wound is seriously infected. Notify the surgical operating room immediately!"

Father Shen grabbed the stretcher that was about to be pushed into the operating room and asked, "Doctor, is he in danger?"

"The patient has lost too much blood, and his old injuries have not healed yet," the doctor signed without even looking up. "Now is the golden time for rescue. Family members, please go and complete the hospitalization procedures immediately!"

The red light in the operating room came on, and Shen Ran's legs suddenly went limp, and she fell down on the bench. Only then did Shen's father notice the hideous abrasions on his daughter's forearm and the wound on her eyebrow that was still bleeding.

"Ranran..."

"Dad, I'm fine."

Shen Ran's voice was hoarse and unlike her own. She lowered her head and stared at the dried blood on her palm. She suddenly remembered Chen Yifan's big hand covered with thin calluses but warm when he taught her how to hold a knife.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the memory of tobacco came up, and she suddenly covered her mouth, a fishy and sweet taste rising in her throat.

The red light of the operating room hurt people's eyes in the silent corridor. Shen's father squatted in front of Shen Ran and carefully wiped the wound on her eyebrow with a cotton swab dipped in iodine.

Shen Ran stared at the door of the operating room: "Dad, he will be fine, right?"

Father Shen nodded heavily, "Yes! Xiaofan is a kind and righteous child, and he will definitely be blessed by heaven."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and Shen Ran almost rushed over to grab the doctor's white coat: "How is it?"

"The operation was successful and the wounds have been treated. Although there was a lot of blood loss, as long as you rest well, it will be fine."

Shen Ran's tense body relaxed instantly and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her father quickly supported his daughter.

Looking at his daughter's haggard and pale face, Father Shen felt distressed, and at the same time, his feelings for Chen Yifan grew deeper. If Chen Yifan hadn't risked his life to protect her, he and his daughter would have probably met with an accident.

Chen Yifan was pushed into the ward. His face was as pale as paper, his body was wrapped in bandages, and he lay quietly on the bed like a fragile porcelain statue.

Father Shen gently pulled over a chair, sat at the head of Chen Yifan's bed, gently held his hand, and said guiltily:

"Xiao Fan, I am sorry for you. I used to look at you with tinted glasses, thinking that you were a gangster and unworthy of my daughter. But today, you proved your sincerity with your life. I am an old fool and almost missed such a good son-in-law."

Shen Ran stood aside, tears blurring his eyes again.

After a while, Shen's father stood up and said, "Ranran, you stay here and look after Xiaofan. I'll go buy you some food. You haven't eaten for a day. How can you go on like this?" Shen Ran nodded, but his eyes never left Chen Yifan.

Father Shen went to a restaurant near the hospital and carefully selected some light and nutritious food. Thinking that Chen Yifan had just finished surgery and could only eat liquid food, he ordered a bowl of millet porridge and specifically told the boss to make it thicker.

Back at the hospital, Father Shen carefully placed the food on the table beside him. At this time, Chen Yifan moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Father Shen immediately came forward and asked softly, "Xiao Fan, are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Chen Yifan looked at Father Shen's concerned eyes, feeling a little dazed. He didn't expect Father Shen to care about him so much.

He moved his lips and said weakly, "Old man, I'm not dead yet, don't look like you're about to cry."

After hearing this, Father Shen felt sad, but he couldn't help laughing: "You kid, it's already this time, and you're still being stubborn."

As he spoke, he picked up the rice porridge, blew it gently, and brought it to Chen Yifan's mouth, "Come, drink some porridge to replenish your energy."

Su Yang was too restless to do any work, so he visited people during the holiday and went to the funeral home where Revolver was.

While helping to dissect and seal the body, I was chatting with people. After a busy day, I looked up and it was dark. I had to go home.

Su Yang patted the dust with the smell of formalin on his body, said goodbye to Revolver, and set off on the road home. The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved. Only the moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

He walked on the familiar path, the whistling sound of the wind passing by his ears was like the sobbing of countless resentful souls. The scene of dissecting corpses in the funeral home during the day appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

Those cold corpses were dissected and sewn up in his hands; every movement was clearly engraved in his memory.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and Su Yang felt a chill on his neck, as if something was brushing against it. He subconsciously shrank his neck and reached out to touch it, but he didn't touch anything.

But after taking a few steps, he heard faint footsteps coming from behind him. The sound was very light, like someone in slippers dragging on the ground.

He turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing behind him except a few dead trees swaying in the wind, their shadows dancing like monsters with bared fangs and claws. Su Yang frowned and quickened his pace, but the footsteps also quickened, always following him like a shadow.

Su Yang couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Who? Don't be sneaky, come out if you have the guts!" However, the only response he got was the whistling wind and his own echo.

Just as Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief, a cloud of white mist suddenly appeared on the road ahead. The mist slowly rose and gradually condensed into a vague human-shaped outline.

Su Yang instinctively ran away, and the scene around him became increasingly strange. The familiar path seemed to have no end, and the trees on the roadside became twisted and deformed, with branches and leaves intertwined, forming a huge net above his head, blocking the only moonlight.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Su Yang discovered a dilapidated house in front of him. The windows of the house were dark, like an open mouth, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go in and take a look, hoping he could find a way to leave here.

Pushing open the creaking door, a foul smell hit him in the face. Su Yang walked in cautiously. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him.

He groped forward and suddenly stepped on something soft. He looked down and saw that it was a pale hand! Su Yang was startled, but he did not scream. Instead, he jumped away quickly.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light made him subconsciously close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the door of the funeral home, and Revolver was looking at him with a puzzled look.

"Didn't you just leave? Why are you back again?"