"Meng Zhiyuan...!"
His hands trembling, Jiang Ze frantically tugged at the car door, which had been mangled into little more than scrap metal.
"Xiao Ze, stand back!"
Jiang Ze turned and saw Mu Shaoxuan behind him with professional tools. He hurriedly moved aside.
Together, they forced the door open. The wail of an ambulance siren followed.
Warm blood covered Jiang Ze's hands. He stared at Meng Zhiyuan, who was drenched in blood, his mind utterly blank. Something seemed to block his throat, leaving him unable to make a sound.
"Everyone, move aside! Where's the patient?!"
"Quick! Over here! Get the stretcher!"
"Oxygen mask...!"
The chaotic voices and hurried footsteps seemed to grow ever more distant. Jiang Ze stared blankly at the lifeless-looking man, his heart aching.
Clink!
The sharp sound brought Jiang Ze back to his senses for a moment. He numbly lowered his head and saw something emerald green.
He bent down to pick it up. It was the Jade Pendant he had given his man.
But now, countless cracks marred its once-smooth surface, spreading out from the center in a dense web.
In a daze, Jiang Ze rubbed his fingers over its uneven surface and watched the medical staff carry Meng Zhiyuan into the ambulance.
A flicker of hope rose in his heart.
"Xiao Ze! Get in!"
Seeing how overwhelmed he was, seemingly unable to process anything, Mu Shaoxuan couldn't bear it.
He was grieving too, but he couldn't afford to lose his composure now.
"...Zhiyuan will be all right!"
After offering those words of comfort, he pulled Jiang Ze into the ambulance with him.
They rode the ambulance to the nearest hospital. Blood seemed to obscure the face of the man on the stretcher. Jiang Ze fought the constant urge to reach out and touch him,