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There were broken pieces of tape left on the pressure plate, and there were also broken pieces of tape on the child's arm.

There were marks on the skin of my arms.

It looks like someone tried to pry something off their skin.

The previous situation was not difficult to predict.

She saved Lu Chaochi.

The way the pressure plate came crashing down made it easy to imagine, even without a close look, how severe the injuries would be.

Lu Bozhou's face was grim, and his voice was even more forceful, "Turn off the machine."

A burly bodyguard fiddled with the switch, whose cover had been pried off, for a long time but couldn't turn it off.

So I simply went and found the power switch and turned it off.

The machine's roar gradually subsided, and the pressure plate slowly rose, revealing the situation inside.

The crimson color was so glaring that it was unbearable to look at, so Song Xun looked away.

“BOSS, her hand…” Song Xun glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the BOSS did not seem to want to avoid it.

Lu Bozhou narrowed his deep eyes, his gaze fixed on the horrific scene inside the pressure plate.

"BOSS," Song Xun called out, worried that the gruesome scene would affect the BOSS's mood.

Then Lu Bozhou said in a deep voice, "We don't need to wait for the ambulance. Tell your brother to have the hospital helipad ready, and we'll go straight there."

"Okay, okay." Song Xun quickly calmed down. "Then I..."

Song Xun wanted to pick up Jiang Mian, but seeing the terrible state of Jiang Mian's hands in the pressure plate, Song Xun didn't even know how to start.

The next second, Lu Chaochi was shoved into his arms. "Take Lu Chaochi out first."

As Song Xun carried the young master out, he glanced back at him.

Then I saw the BOSS tie Jiang Mian's upper arm with a tie, carefully place her injured arm on her body, and then pick her up.

Only then did Song Xun notice the injury on Jiang Mian's hand.

Fortunately, there was a gap of two or three centimeters between the pressure plate and the chassis.

Therefore, the hand injury was not as horrific as one might imagine, where the hand would be crushed into a lump of flesh.

But it wasn't easy either; the skin was torn open, and the white bones of the hands were faintly visible.

Lu Bozhou carried her outside.

The person in my arms would tremble from time to time, probably because they were in a lot of pain.

A subtle crack appeared on his usually indifferent face. His brow furrowed slightly.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she were saying something.

The helicopter rotors outside are making a lot of noise as they churn the air.

I couldn't hear what she was saying.

It's probably just meaningless groans and delirium, nothing new.

But the man's lips tightened slightly, and he finally lowered his head, bringing his ear close to her mouth.

Listen closely to her unconscious murmurs.

"Don't move...son...come at me..."

Lu Bozhou's entire body went into a standstill in an instant.

His gaze shifted stiffly, finally settling on her face. "What did you say?"

A person in a coma naturally cannot hear his questions.

Lu Bozhou stared at her for a few seconds.

A loud shout came from outside, "BOSS!"

Lu Bozhou stared at her for a moment, then strode out.

The helicopter carried them up quickly and headed towards downtown Los Angeles.

The space inside the helicopter was limited, so even if Song Xun wanted to avoid it, he couldn't.

Looking at the injury on Jiang Mian's hand, Song Xun couldn't help but frown.

Lu Bozhou asked in a low voice, "How badly is Lu Chaochi injured?"

Song Xun frowned. "Young Master... he was almost completely unharmed."

The man's gaze subtly shifted, and he glanced at Lu Chaochi, who was pale in Song Xun's arms.

He glanced down at Jiang Mian, who was covered in wounds, in his arms.

Song Xun continued, "Perhaps it was Miss Jiang who protected the young master."

Lu Bozhou did not respond.

She reached out her hand to Song Xun, her fingers still bearing traces of her blood.

Song Xun didn't react for a moment.

"Did you bring the medicine?" Lu Bozhou's voice was even hoarser than usual.

Song Xun looked anxious and shook his head. "I didn't bring it. It's all in the car and at the company. Are you alright, Boss?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I might be hallucinating..." Lu Bozhou raised his hand and pressed his ear.

That's why I heard her say such outrageous things before.

Song Xun became even more anxious, "Please bear with us a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon!"

On the hospital's rooftop helipad, Song Xu and his emergency team were waiting with a stretcher.

Seeing Song Xun carrying the unconscious Lu Chaochi downstairs, Song Xu said urgently, "Quick, put Xiao Shitou on the bed."

But Song Xun didn't let go. He shook his head and said, "Young Master is fine, you can continue..."

The one behind?

Before Song Xu could ask any more questions, he saw the scene behind him.

A tall, imposing man stepped out of the helicopter.

A pair of long legs were clad in slim-fitting trousers, stained with dust, and her usually meticulous hair was slightly disheveled in front of her forehead.

The well-tailored white shirt, which subtly revealed the lines of his muscles, was stained with blood.

It's been a long time since I've seen Lu Bozhou look so disheveled.

But compared to the person in his arms, no one could be called disheveled.

"My God!" Song Xu exclaimed when he saw Jiang Mian's condition. "Quickly, put her up here!"

The woman was covered in wounds, and her forehead was covered in blood, which was probably fresh blood gushing from wounds in her hair.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, staining his chin and fair neck.

Her clothes were filthy, and it wasn't hard to imagine the extent of her injuries.

Even more devastating was the injury to her hand.

The bone in his forearm even pierced through the skin and flesh...

The fingernails on her other hand were completely flipped up! This is the most cruel torture imaginable.

"Get him to the emergency room immediately!"

Jiang Mian was quickly rushed into the emergency room. Lu Chaochi was also routinely taken into the emergency room for examination and observation.

The door to the emergency room slowly closed.

Song Xun breathed a long sigh of relief, but just as he finished, he heard the BOSS give a low command.

"Investigate. I need to know who did it."

"Find the person; I need to know what happened back then."

Song Xun turned and went to take care of it without a moment's hesitation. Perhaps it was because what happened today was too sudden and shocking.

So much so that Song Xun momentarily forgot to think of something.

After Song Xun left, the emergency room became quiet.

Lu Bozhou sat there, gently rubbing his fingers together, the sticky sensation lingering on his fingertips.

He looked down and saw the dark red bloodstains on his fingers.

His eyes changed slightly.

He stood up and walked towards the restroom.

The last few steps I took to get to the restroom were even a little unsteady.

Turn the tap on full blast, put your hands under the running water, and scrub them repeatedly.

The bloodstains weren't stubborn stains and were washed away quickly.

But he seemed to be unable to get clean, and kept scrubbing himself under the tap.

Even his eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and it's unclear how long this lasted.

Finally, he turned and rushed into the cubicle, where he vomited violently.

Meanwhile, Song Xun, already far from the hospital in his car, suddenly realized what was happening.

"Oh no! The BOSS's medicine!"