Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived at the hospital, and Ling Jiuer was pushed into the operating room by medical staff.

When the automatic door of the operating room opened, the pale light made Gu Fanxing unable to open her eyes.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood hit me in the face, and the shrill instrument alarms sounded one after another.

"The patient has an open wound and is losing a lot of blood!" The nurse's shout echoed in the corridor.

Gu Fanxing wanted to follow, but was ruthlessly separated by a metal door. The red light "In Surgery" suddenly lit up, making her face look even paler than Ling Jiuer.

She stumbled and slammed into the door, her forehead thumping with a dull thud, sending the disinfectant warning sign flying from the corner. The sound of shattering glass was ear-piercing. Du Fei supported her shaky body, only to discover that the back of her neck had been injured at some point, too. Blood was trickling down her spine, spreading across the tiled floor of the hospital.

"Treat the wound first." Before Du Fei finished speaking, Gu Fanxing's phone suddenly vibrated wildly, and the hot search term "Gu Fanxing cold-bloodedly hurts people" climbed up at an alarming rate.

In the accompanying picture, the scene of Ling Jiuer lying in the mud was maliciously cropped, and the text next to it read: "In order to protect her status, the socialite was so cruel to her best friend!" The comment section was instantly flooded with a large number of copied and pasted malicious comments, each of which was like a thorny vine, tightly wrapped around Gu Fanxing's heart.

She screamed and threw her phone away, the screen shattering into a spiderweb-like pattern on the ground. The flying glass shards sliced the back of Du Fei's hand. The shattered screen reflected her distorted face, forming an eerie echo of the malicious accusations on the trending search.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar of a car outside the hospital, and several reporters holding cameras broke through the security and rushed in.

"Ms. Gu, is it true that you hired someone to injure someone?" The microphone almost hit her face, and the flash light made her dizzy.

Du Fei immediately opened his arms to block her, and the metal buckle of his backpack drew a threatening arc: "This is a hospital! Please keep quiet!" As the reporters pushed and shoved, the climbing rope in Du Fei's backpack scattered out and meandered into strange shapes on the ground.

In the chaos, Gu Fanxing's cell phone was knocked away. She suddenly felt difficulty breathing and the scene in front of her began to distort. She staggered and held onto the wall, but she felt that the three big words "Murderer" had been sprayed on the wall with red paint by someone at some point.

The red paint had not yet dried, emitting a pungent smell that mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the hospital to form a disgusting odor.

The red light in the operating room was still glaring, and every second seemed so long.

Gu Fanxing slumped on the bench, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks on her skin. She recalled every moment with Ling Jiuer: the time they spent together researching materials in the library late into the night, using ginkgo leaf bookmarks to mark key points; the time they spent together at the archaeological site, when Ling Jiuer fell and bled while protecting cultural relics, yet still smiled and said, "It was worth it."

And now, that always energetic figure is lying alone on the cold operating table, fighting with death.

The smile of Ling Jiuer in her memory formed a cruel contrast with the closed door of the operating room at this moment. Gu Fanxing's tears rolled down uncontrollably, dripping onto the corners of her clothes, leaving dark marks.

Du Fei's phone suddenly rang. It was a message from a member of the hiking association: "Brother Du, is it true that Gu Fanxing hired someone to beat someone up?"

He angrily turned off the screen and caught a glimpse of a flash of pearly white at the end of the corridor.

A mysterious man wearing a wide-brimmed hat stood at the entrance of the fire escape, holding up his phone towards Gu Fanxing. His lips moved silently as he uttered three words: "Wait."

The doorplate of the passage behind her flickered in the light, as if to provide a footnote to the conspiracy.

"You!" Gu Fanxing was about to rush over when Du Fei grabbed her.

"Don't be impulsive!" he whispered. "She just wants to irritate you."

Before he could finish his words, the door to the operating room suddenly opened. The moment the doctor took off his mask, the air seemed to freeze. "The operation was successful. Send him to the ward for observation."

This sentence made Gu Fanxing, who was on the verge of collapse, slowly regain consciousness.

She staggered towards the stretcher and held Ling Jiuer's hand which was connected to the IV tube. The cold touch made her tremble all over.

In the chaos, Gu Fanxing's eyes collided with a mysterious man wearing a wide-brimmed hat in the distance. The man raised a triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Du Fei also saw the smile on the mysterious man's mouth: "Something is wrong." So he followed the mysterious man.

As soon as he reached the stairwell, Du Fei heard a low voice coming from the corner: "We'll find a chance to take action later."

He quietly peeked in and saw a burly man wearing a mask swinging an iron rod, while in the shadows not far away, a mysterious man wearing a wide-brimmed hat was elegantly applying nail polish, the pearly white bottle glowing coldly under the emergency light.

As she applied the cream, she whispered to her phone, "Proceed as planned and make sure she's never able to recover."

Du Fei noticed a black suitcase at her feet, with a stack of documents faintly visible through the zipper.

Du Fei immediately returned to the ward, but found the door ajar and Gu Fanxing was nowhere to be seen.

The surveillance footage showed that three minutes ago, a man in a white coat called Gu Fanxing away on the pretext of informing him of the patient's condition.

Du Fei clenched his fists, and the GPS locator in the side pocket of his backpack suddenly vibrated - that was the one he had stuffed into Gu Fanxing's pocket when he was in a hurry.

The positioning showed that Gu Fanxing was in an abandoned equipment storage area on the third underground floor. The cobweb-covered pipes and dim lights intertwined to form a natural cage.

Du Fei followed the location to the third underground floor. The humid air was filled with the smell of mold and rust.

He carefully avoided the puddles on the ground, and when the flashlight beam swept across the wall, he found Gu Fanxing.

Just as Du Fei was helping Gu Fanxing back to the ward, his phone suddenly received an anonymous MMS - a real-time picture of Ling Jiuer's ward.

In the picture, a mysterious man wearing a wide-brimmed hat is standing in front of the bed, with a syringe in his hand flashing coldly.

Du Fei rushed to the elevator like crazy, but found that all the elevators stopped at the top floor.

He could only rush to the emergency exit, running wildly in the narrow stairwell. Every step made his knees ache and sweat blurred his vision.

When he finally broke open the door to the top floor and rushed to the door of Ling Jiuer's ward, the scene before him made his heart stop.

The mysterious man in a wide-brimmed hat held Ling Jiuer's neck with both hands, and the wind and rain outside were howling in.

"Evidence? You think you can find me?" The mysterious man laughed shrilly. "You will never catch me."

Ling Jiuer's IV tube had been pulled out at some point, and the blood oozing from the wound dyed the bed sheets red.

Just as the mysterious man tightened his grip on Ling Jiuer's neck, Du Fei shouted, "Stop!" and rushed in.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the mysterious man quickly smashed a small bottle to the ground.

Pungent smoke spread out, and when it cleared, the mysterious man had disappeared, leaving only a pile of broken pearl white nail polish fragments on the ground.

After this thrilling contest, Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer finally escaped danger.

Gu Fanxing clenched the blood-stained ginkgo leaf pendant, and the bloody taste slowly dissipated in his mouth.

This carefully planned frame-up is not that simple.

The warm ginger tea handed to her by Du Fei and the steady heartbeat from the monitor made her clench her fists - she would not sit and wait for death, and he would never let her go.

Outside the hospital window, the rain gradually stopped, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the floor of the ward.

Gu Fanxing held Ling Jiuer's hand and watched her face gradually regain its color. Although he knew that the mastermind behind the scenes was still at large,

This war is far from over, and she knows that she will face many unknown challenges in the days to come.

But she will definitely find the mastermind behind this and bring her to justice. She cannot hurt her, and she cannot hurt Jiuer even more.

The pearly white nail polish fragment became the key clue to uncover the truth, lying quietly in the evidence bag, waiting for the day to be solved.