Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce
Chapter 230 - 229: Injured (5)

Chapter 230: Chapter 229: Injured (5)

"Ah—," Ling Chuxia screamed in pain.

Though Ling Chuxia was wearing cotton slippers, the glass shards were extremely sharp, piercing right through the slippers and scraping her foot; and as she fell, the exposed skin on her lower leg inevitably got scratched. Blood surged out immediately, soaking her pure white slippers, staining them a shocking crimson.

Shi Che had not anticipated that his shove would result in such an outcome. At Ling Chuxia’s cry of pain, he swiftly turned around to see her sitting on the ground, surrounded by sharp fragments, with bright red blood spreading across the floor.

Ling Chuxia’s complexion quickly turned pallid with pain, her features creasing together, and cold sweat covering her forehead.

Shi Che’s black pupils abruptly contracted. He stood frozen for a second before suddenly regaining his composure, and then quickly stepped forward, reaching past the shards to pick up Ling Chuxia, and rushed towards the exit.

Sister Hua was mopping the floor when she saw Shi Che suddenly carrying Ling Chuxia down, blood all over her feet, which startled her so much that she almost couldn’t hold onto the mop, "What... what happened?"

"Prepare the car."

Shi Che’s voice was extremely deep, so devoid of emotion that one couldn’t discern any feeling, yet he alone knew how violently his voice was trembling.

Sister Hua hadn’t yet recovered from the visual shock, until Shi Che sharply called out again, prompting her to nod immediately, "Yes, I’ll call Old Zhu right away!"

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By the time Shi Che seated Ling Chuxia in the car, she was in so much pain she was barely conscious, her face ashen, nearly translucent due to excessive blood loss. She murmured unintelligibly, "Hurts..."

Shi Che’s dark eyes rested on Ling Chuxia’s pale face, devoid of color, her lips pallid, her gaze unfocused and her consciousness hazy. With one arm holding her, and the other hand gripping a towel, Shi Che attempted to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to redden the towel and stain his palms. Shi Che’s hands shook uncontrollably.

Ling Chuxia’s hand unconsciously clutched at Shi Che’s shirt, gripping it tightly due to the pain, her murmuring voice now had a crying tone, "It hurts... Shi Che, it hurts."

The soft murmuring reached his ears, and Shi Che’s dark eyes turned even more profound. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, the line of his jaw set hard, and he couldn’t help but hold Ling Chuxia tighter, his lips kissing her forehead. The deep tremor in his voice was barely concealed by fear, "Don’t be scared, everything’s going to be fine, we’ll be at the hospital soon."

Ling Chuxia’s voice was now so low it was inaudible, and the only sensation was the increasing strength in her grip on his shirt. Shi Che glanced at her hand and then looked up at Old Zhu, "Drive faster."

Old Zhu nodded, "Yes, young master."

The car raced all the way to the hospital, and as soon as it came to a halt, Shi Che was already carrying Ling Chuxia out, striding towards the emergency room.

Once in the emergency room, Shi Che placed Ling Chuxia carefully on the stretcher. The nurse asked him to step aside for a moment, but as he rose, Ling Chuxia’s hand unconsciously grabbed his, her fingers holding on tightly as if in a state of great unrest.

Shi Che’s hand paused abruptly, his dark eyes staring blankly at Ling Chuxia’s hand, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes, yet in the end, he did not pull away, but instead, returned the grip, holding her hand.