A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 416: Song Shiwei on the Brink of Death

Chapter 416: Chapter 416: Song Shiwei on the Brink of Death

Shen Yanhe’s heart sank slightly, "What happened?"

"Your friend has been injured and is unconscious; the situation isn’t looking good," Hang Mushan said anxiously. "I’m with her on a plane to the M country; we should arrive at the airport in about an hour."

"But her vital signs are a bit weak, and I’m afraid she might not hold on..."

Hang Mushan’s words caused Shen Yanhe’s pupils to shrink suddenly, her heart sinking violently.

She knew very well that now was not the time to ask questions.

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath to stay calm and asked, "Do you have a needle with you?"

"A needle?" Hang Mushan grabbed the first-aid kit, rifled through it, and found a packet of silver needles that had not yet been opened.

Hang Mushan’s eyes lit up, "Yes! There’s an unopened packet of silver needles!"

"Take out the silver needle and insert it into the Baihui, Renzhong, Dazhui, and Fengchi acupoints," Shen Yanhe commanded. "After inserting the needles, remove them after half an hour."

These four acupoints are used for emergency treatment in Chinese medicine.

After the needles were inserted at these four points, Song Shiwei should be able to hold on until she could see her.

Hang Mushan let out an "Ah" and became utterly panicked, "Great God, I’ve never learned acupuncture; I have no idea how to do it."

He could only dress wounds.

Acupuncture and the like.

He really didn’t dare to take action.

If Song Shiwei’s breathing was already weak, and he mishandled it, causing her death...

Hang Mushan was certain that once he reached M country, the Great God would twist his head off.

"There are video tutorials online," Shen Yanhe’s brow furrowed, one hand on her waist, pacing back and forth, "If you really don’t know how, let the accompanying doctor do it."

"Okay, I’ll have the accompanying doctor do it," Hang Mushan’s side now bustled with the sound of footsteps, along with his voice, "Great God, don’t hang up on me yet."

Shen Yanhe furrowed her brows and hummed in acknowledgment.

Gu Yingxi looked at Shen Yanhe’s demeanor, wrinkled her brow, saw that the phone call was still in progress on the mobile in her hand, and chose not to ask.

Song Yuche, however, gazed at Shen Yanhe with a heavy look in his eyes, his hand resting on his thigh slowly clenching into a fist.

Shen Yanhe paid no mind to Gu Yingxi and waited, holding the phone for a while.

It was only then that Hang Mushan’s voice came through, "It’s done; great God, your friend’s breathing is a lot more stable now, and she should hold on until we get to M country."

At these words, the weight Shen Yanhe felt in her throat slowly fell, and she exhaled softly, "What exactly happened? Why is Shiwei so seriously injured?"

Shen Yanhe did not notice that, when she spoke the name Shiwei,

Song Yuche’s pupils moved slightly, involuntarily shifting his gaze to her.

Gu Yingxi noticed and looked at Song Yuche with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

On the other end of the phone,

Hang Mushan thought of the grievances and entanglements he had investigated these past two days, his face showing an expression of indescribable complexity, "About this matter... Since I’m not directly involved, it’s not quite right for me to say..."

Shen Yanhe pondered for two seconds, then spoke, "Fine, are you flying on a private plane? I’ll give you an address; fly the plane there directly."

Hang Mushan responded, "Okay!"

Shen Yanhe hung up the call, sent Fu Yanhe’s estate address to him, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Song Yuche, who had only spoken once after his self-healing session, suddenly spoke up.

Shen Yanhe paused her steps and looked at him sideways, "Is there something else?"

"I just heard you mention your friend, named... Shiwei, was injured?" Song Yuche stood up, his gaze intensely fixed on Shen Yanhe, "Are her injuries... severe?"

"Somewhat severe," Shen Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly as she appraised Song Yuche, suddenly asking him, "Have you remembered everything?"

Song Yuche shook his head, "Not yet."

He furrowed his brow, raising his hand to rub between his eyebrows, "It’s just that... whenever I hear the name Shiwei, my chest feels tight, and knowing she’s injured, I feel worried."

"Is this person named Shiwei related to me?"

"She does have something to do with you," Shen Yanhe nodded, turning to walk outside. "If you want to see her, follow me."

Song Yuche pondered for two seconds and ultimately chose to follow Shen Yanhe.

Gu Yingxi blinked and followed suit.

"I’ll come along too. If it’s a serious injury and you need to perform surgery, I can be your assistant," she offered.

Shen Yanhe hummed in affirmation, opened the car door to get in, and sped off in the direction of the manor.

-

An hour later.

A silver private plane slowly landed on the small airstrip of the manor.

Shen Yanhe, Gu Yingxi, and Song Yuche had already been waiting there, accompanied by Ba Fang and Liu Fang, who were there to help, along with several members of Luo Wang.

The cabin door opened and two doctors in white coats carefully pushed a transport stretcher down, the person on it wrapped tightly in blankets, their face nearly invisible.

Shen Yanhe frowned slightly and, along with Gu Yingxi, stepped forward to help.

The two doctors said as the two young ladies approached, "This transport stretcher is very heavy; you won’t be able to lift it. Let us handle it."

"It’s fine," Shen Yanhe stepped forward, lending a hand. "My senior sister and I are strong."

One of the doctors frowned in displeasure, "How strong can a little girl be..."

He didn’t finish his sentence before he saw Shen Yanhe and Gu Yingxi easily lift the transport stretcher and quickly descend the steps.

They ran nimbly toward the surgery room prepared within the manor.

That’s right.

Ran.

As though what they were carrying wasn’t a bed but a piece of sponge.

The accompanying doctors: "..."

The doctor who had spoken earlier laughed awkwardly, muttering: "Heh heh, foreign doctors indeed are quite strong!"

They didn’t say more and hurriedly followed.

Song Yuche and Liu Fang were right behind them.

They had just left when Hang Mushan, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, emerged from the cabin, complaining, "Big Shot, this wasn’t my fault, I—"

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the person in front of him, his face showing hints of confusion: "Who are you? Where’s the Big Shot?"

Why wasn’t the Big Shot here?

"Madam took Miss Song to perform surgery and asked me to welcome you here," Ba Fang greeted Hang Mushan with a slight bow, polite and composed. "Good day, Mr. Hang, my name is Ba Fang."

"Good day, Mr. Ba Fang," Hang Mushan didn’t dare to address Ba Fang by his name directly.

Anyone close to the Big Shot was likely no ordinary person.

"Mr. Hang, please come with me. I’ll take you to rest. Once Madam finishes the surgery, I’ll inform you," Ba Fang smiled lightly and gestured politely.

The well-traveled Hang Mushan inexplicably became somewhat restrained, clearing his throat and nodding, "All right, then I’ll trouble you."

After all, Song Shiwei was injured and he indeed bore a certain responsibility.

The Big Shot had not yet ’pronounced’ his sins, so he couldn’t leave; he would have to stay here and wait to see the Big Shot before he could discuss anything.

-

At seven in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Shiwei’s consciousness slowly returned.

She opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the stark white ceiling above her.

She wasn’t dead?

She was still alive?

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.