“How is she, Doctor?” Simon Xu, sensing Dean’s emotions, was the first to react, stepping forward to ask the medical personnel who were performing emergency care. “There’s a head injury, possible concussion, an arm injury with significant blood loss, very weak breathing… other injuries are yet to be determined, internal injuries are not ruled out… quick… inject adrenaline… saline solution… stabilize the head… carefully… lift her up… to the hospital…” the doctor called out loudly.
“Are you relatives of the injured? If so, come with us!” the nurse said while swiftly lifting Ye Ye onto the ambulance.
“Ho, what are you waiting for, hurry up!” Simon Xu urged Dean into the ambulance.
The ambulance sped away, and it was Dean’s first time in such a vehicle, but he could no longer think about whether it was beneath his dignity… squatting beside Ye Ye’s stretcher, looking at the delicate figure secured by medical devices—her face covered in blood, her body covered in blood… her lips pale to the point of terror… her beautiful eyes closed… Ye Ye, unconscious, made his heart ache… that kind of pain as if someone was squeezing his heart, a cramping pain…
During the journey, the doctor quickly cut away the sleeve of Ye Ye’s left arm which was bleeding profusely: “Gunshot?” the doctor muttered, applying medication and doing a quick bandage…
Ten minutes later, Dean stood dejectedly outside the emergency room, smoking with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes red and bloodshot, watching the warning light at the emergency room door… his Ye Ye was pushed inside…
Simon Xu stood by, with bodyguards diligently isolating the area beyond the emergency room to prevent intrusion by reporters and nosy onlookers… Jones had gone to handle everything. Soon, a group of experts in white coats hurried over, following Jones, and respectfully bowed to Dean who was smoking, “Duke, we will do our best!” Then, they quickly entered the emergency room…
