Before long, the police car arrived. Hu Lai had already called to report the crime before getting out of the car. Unfortunately, the thugs had fled in a hurry after injuring Hu Lai.

  On the way to the hospital, Zhang Jin was calmly recalling details and making a record with the police while occasionally looking at Gao Yan with concern.

  She held him in her arms, one hand tightly pressing against the wound on his head, her face buried in his forehead, sobbing softly.

  It's all messed up.

  She ran over to hug Hu Lai, who had fallen to the ground. She couldn't bear his weight and fell down with him. But she didn't care at all. She held him tightly and called out his name. The thugs had already escaped by then. The police hadn't arrived yet. Zhang Jin gritted his teeth in pain and hurried over to them, supporting his arm. He squatted down to take a closer look at Hu Lai's condition. Hua Hua was holding on tight and wouldn't let go. She just cried. Zhang Jin said, "He's got a head injury. We need to press against the wound to stop the bleeding." Looking around, he didn't see anything they could use to apply pressure. He quickly took off his jacket and then his undershirt, balled it up, and told Hua Hua to hold it against Hu Lai's wound. That's what she did. From that moment on, Hua Hua never let go again. She held him tightly, pressing the cloth against his wound. Sometimes her face was buried in Hu Lai's neck, so you couldn't see her expression. All you could sense was that she was completely panicked and helpless.

  Arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses pushed a stretcher over. Told Yaya to let go. Yaya still didn't let go.

  "Nothing, nothing...". Zhang Jin pulled her hand away. She stared blankly as the hand grasping the blood-stained shirt moved away. A stream of blood slid down from Hulai's cheek...

  She was dazed and sat down on the long bench at the door of the operating room, still tightly holding the shirt with large bloodstains. Her hands were covered in blood, her wrists were covered in blood.

  Zhang Jin crouched down in front of her. "You... you know him. Do you know his family or unit? We need to notify them."

  Dazed and confused, as if coming back to one's senses a little.

  Family.

  No. Can't notify Hu Lai's family. His mom is also in poor health.

  Tears welled up in her eyes again. She lifted her head. "Where's my bag?"

  "Oh, over here."

  The package was returned. The contents were rummaged through to find the phone. With blurry eyes and trembling hands, a call was made.

  Zhang Jin looked at her as soon as the phone connected. As if upon hearing that voice... The tears in her eyes seemed like they couldn't be held back anymore. **They rolled down fiercely.**

  "Hello. It's me, Gao Feng... My head was hit by someone and it's bleeding a lot..."

  The other party seemed to be comforted a lot. But she seemed to cry even harder the more she was comforted. In the end, with sniffling sounds, she was coaxed into saying that she had left the hospital. The phone hung up. She was still crying.

  Before long, Han Yingqin arrived.

  When Han Yingqin arrived, he saw from afar that at the other end of the corridor, a person was sitting on a long bench with their head down. Across from her, several police officers were talking to a man who also had injuries. Han Yingqin recognized him as the man whom Lianlian had said "had children with" in the hotel earlier.

  Han Yingqin said to the attendants beside him, "You go and ask about the situation." Two of the attendants nodded. One walked towards the police. The other went upstairs in the hospital.

  Han Yingqin walked alone towards the distance.

  The closer I get, the clearer I see her, the more heartbroken I become.

  I just heard her crying on the phone. I felt terrible inside. Now that I see...

  A person sat there, one hand still clutching a mobile phone. Apparently he had just finished talking on the phone and hadn't let go.

  One hand. All blood.

  At her feet was a crumpled and blood-stained undershirt.

  It feels like telepathy.

  He lifted his head.

  At a glance, I saw him...

  Those hot tears in his eyes made Han Yingqin's heart shrink tightly.

  She didn't move at all, just lay there with her head raised, staring at him and crying.

  Han Yingqin walked over, bent down, and scooped her up in a tight hug around his neck.

  Han Yingqin tilted her head, her lips against her forehead, whispering as she walked towards the bathroom.

  The police officer on the side was stunned.

  Even Zhang Jin was stunned.

  That was a lieutenant general with two golden stars on his shoulder.

  There are still classes in the afternoon. I'm rushing to write something at noon. Cough. Seeing the gap and inserting the needle, seeing the gap and inserting the needle. Enough to express my love for the dead.