Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 268 Extra 4: If the events of eleven years ago hadn't happened
Half an hour after the accident, the traffic police finally cleared the route, allowing the ambulance to enter the scene, and the injured were rushed to the city hospital for treatment.

Tan Jia was finally able to rest. He casually found a detached bumper to sit on, panting and drinking water.

Tan Ming was right next to her, recounting the entire process from discovering the car accident to rescuing the person to the traffic police. He was also extremely thirsty and was drinking water in large gulps. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that she was only wearing a thin black sweatshirt, and the half-rolled-up sleeves were covered with various abrasions and bloodstains from her wrists to the backs of her hands, which made his eyelids twitch.

"Your hand is injured so badly? Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

“It’s alright,” Tan Jia said slowly as she got up. “If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. I’ll find the hospital myself.”

Tan Ming: "If I come back from my busy schedule, I'll be chopped into nine pieces, and I'll be the main ingredient for the spicy shredded beef for dinner."

"..." How interesting.

She was rushed to the hospital, where she was placed in line with a group of other car accident victims who had also suffered minor abrasions.

Tan Ming said he would stay with her, but when he heard from the traffic police that another victim had died, he rushed to the sixth floor to help. Before leaving, he only had time to tell her to stay at the hospital and not to leave, and that he would come back as soon as he was done.

The detective said he would be back as soon as he was done, which was essentially saying "Don't wait up for me."

Tan Jia understood and casually agreed. He put on his tattered coat, leaned against the railing, and observed the other people in the group with little interest.

Finally, though somewhat clumsy, the wound bandaging was completed relatively smoothly.

After getting her bandaged up, she followed the signs to the sixth floor, intending to find Tan Ming.

However, while searching for her, she was found by someone else first.

It was a girl she had rescued from the car. Her eyes were bright, and she was staring at her from the doorway of the ward. Her mouth opened and closed hesitantly, and finally she called out, "My savior?"

"...My surname is Tan."

"Oh ok."

She thought it was just a greeting, so she nodded slightly and prepared to walk past normally. However, the other person immediately launched into a series of polite remarks, and out of courtesy, she had no choice but to stop and listen.

She was distracted by the other person's repeated phrases like "You saved me," "You saved my brother," and "Our whole family is extremely grateful to you."

She listened politely, then tried to leave, but was restrained again.

"Your hand is injured. Did you bleed while saving us? Does it hurt?"

They're talking so much.

Tan Jia simply stretched out his hand and moved his fingers in front of her. The gauze wrapped around half of his palm, passing from the base of his thumb, covered the veins on the back of his hand, but the index finger with the silver ring could still move freely.

"It's alright." That was her last word.

The girl's gaze lingered on her hand, and she said, "Is it that serious? I'll have my brother come and thank you properly when he wakes up."

Where exactly did you see the seriousness?

And wasn't the person inside awake when they were rescued?

Tan Jia glanced into the ward subconsciously and just happened to see the other person turn their gaze away.

His profile is striking, and his handsome features are evident just by looking at his brow bone and high nose bridge.

It's a youthful, clean, and attractive look.

Tan Jia raised the tail of her eyebrow slightly upwards.

“Your brother seems to be awake,” she said to the girl in front of her.

Lin Zhiyan waved her hand: "Although he's awake, his soul is still reeling, so he can't say anything nice right now."

She gave a polite smile.

Then I heard a few more varied expressions of gratitude before the conversation ended, and I left the ward without glancing inside again.

When we found Tan Ming, he was still busy. It seemed that someone from the car accident was acting strangely. He was on the phone with his hands on his hips, looking very serious.

Not wanting to be disturbed, Tan Jia retreated to the corridor and sat on a temporary rest chair, intending to wait a few minutes before going in.

She should at least let Tan Ming know that she planned to leave first.

But she overestimated herself. She hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet, and after rescuing people for more than half an hour, she had exhausted a lot of energy. Now that she suddenly relaxed, drowsiness overwhelmed her brain, and she fell asleep against the back of the chair within minutes.

The best sleep comes after a busy day. The noise downstairs becomes background noise. Doctors, nurses, and patients come and go in front of her, but she is not woken up. Instead, she sleeps even more soundly.

Lin Zhiyue spent almost an hour in the ward watching. On the chair in the corridor diagonally opposite, the person had been sleeping for a long time in an uncomfortable position, without moving.

The jacket was probably torn while rescuing people at the car accident scene, but it didn't look sloppy on him. With his hands wrapped in gauze, he looked like an important character in a post-apocalyptic movie.

That face... His head was still a little dizzy, but no matter how dizzy he was, the close-up magnified face kept flashing back in his mind.

It's blurry, but I just can't shake it off.

He could finally see the face clearly; it was strikingly beautiful, yet exuded a coldness.

The clear face overlapped with the blurry face in his mind, and he seemed to return to the moment he was shaken awake, the wrecked car and the noisy shouts, his brain belatedly feeling the unbearable pain, and she was very close, her fingers clamping firmly on his jawbone, calmly calling to him: Wake up, wake up.

Wake up, it's so cold in the hospital corridor.

Lin Zhiyue lifted the blanket and tried to get out of bed and stand up. She didn't let anyone else follow her. She stood by the window, in the bathroom, and at the door for a while before leaving the ward.

The victims at the accident scene should have all been expedited and received, and the two floors are much quieter now, with far fewer people coming and going.

He stood a few meters away, staring at the girl whose name he didn't yet know for two more minutes, then went to the nurses' station to ask a nurse for a thin blanket.

The thin blanket was light and airy, and the way it was draped over her was also light and airy. When Lin Zhiyue approached, she subconsciously lowered her breathing. After covering her up, she stood up straight, looked down at her again, and then turned and left quietly.

"Thank you," a hoarse voice came from behind, "a good person who does good deeds anonymously."

Lin Zhiyue paused, turned around, and met her slowly opening eyes.

"No need to thank me," Lin Zhiyue paused for a second, then said, "I should be thanking you, you saved me."

Tan Jia gave a nasal "hmm," rested her elbows on the armrests of her chair, propped her face up, and closed her eyes slightly.

She seemed to have no interest in continuing the conversation with him.

Or perhaps she's waiting for the next sentence.

As this strange guess flashed through his mind, he gradually slowed his pace as he walked back to the ward.

When they reached the door, Lin Zhiyue could easily turn the knob to open the ward door, but she didn't reach out. She stood there for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "If you want to sleep, you can come into this ward. There are too many people outside, and it will be too noisy."

"Thank you. Don't you want to sleep?" Tan Jia opened her eyes again and asked casually.

Lin Zhiyue had no experience with flirting, but he realized that this question didn't seem to need an answer; there was a subtle hook in her tone.

They stared at each other across the corridor. Even when Tan Jia looked up at someone, his eyes and expression were very aggressive, so he was the first to look away.

"You don't have to sleep."

"Won't this bother you?"

He fell silent again, as if this problem was more than just a problem.

But Lin Zhiyue still met her gaze, slowly shook his head and said, "I won't disturb you."