The other party reported an address, which was very close to Huichen Group.
When Fu Jingchuan arrived, the ambulance hadn't arrived yet, and he saw Shi Yang surrounded by the crowd.
She had been helped by the clerk to sit on the wicker chair at the door. Her right arm was tightly covering her left arm, and there was blood dripping between her fingers. Her entire face was extremely pale, and her brows were tightly furrowed. A ball, looking a little painful.
At her feet were a wooden signboard that had broken into two halves and a clothing packaging bag.
The clerk was looking at Shiyang at a loss. From time to time he looked up anxiously at the door and kept repeating: "Why hasn't the ambulance come yet?"
Although Shiyang's complexion looked painful and uncomfortable, he could still maintain a trace of clarity.
"Bring me a piece of cloth," she said, her voice already a little weak.
"Ah? Oh, okay." The clerk was still in a panic. Although he agreed, he looked back and looked around like a headless fly, looking for useless rags.
Fu Jingchuan pushed aside the crowd and squatted down in front of Shiyang.
"Are you okay?" When a deep voice sounded, one of Fu Jingchuan's hands had taken over the palm of her hand that was pressing the wound, and the other hand had reached out to the fallen clothing bag at her feet, and pulled out the clothes inside. Without looking at it, he grabbed Lili and wrapped it around the wound on her arm a few times. While bandaging it, he looked at her and asked, "Besides the arm, is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
Shiyang shook his head subconsciously, still feeling dizzy and not quite awake.
When the wooden sign hit her, she instinctively raised her hand to block it, buffering the impact of the sign on her brain. However, the sharp metal on the edge of the sign still accidentally made a big gash on her arm, and blood started to pour out. When she came out, her head was hit by a heavy object and she was so dizzy that she didn't recover for a long time.
Fu Jingchuan also noticed Shiyang's stunned look, raised his hand and gently stroked her forehead, and his voice softened.
"I'll take you to the hospital first."
After he finished speaking, he put one arm through her armpits, another arm across the crook of her knees, and lifted her up.
The sudden feeling of being suspended in the air made Shiyang instinctively hug Fu Jingchuan's shoulders.
"Don't be afraid." When a soft soothing voice sounded, Fu Jingchuan hugged her tighter and turned around to walk to the car parked outside.
"There are clothes left here." Someone shouted, and the clothes bag was stuffed between Fu Jingchuan and Shiyang.
Shiyang: "..."
She glanced at Fu Jingchuan subconsciously.
Fu Jingchuan's attention had turned outside, and he held her in his arms and strode towards the car outside the alley.
His steps were steady, his breathing was steady, and he held her tightly.
Shiyang didn't feel any bumps or discomfort. She was forced to lie in front of his tight chest, with his steady and powerful heartbeat and familiar breath in her ears, which made her feel at ease.
This made Shiyang feel a little complicated for a while.
This complexity suppressed the discomfort in the body and the dizziness in the head.
When we walked out of the alley, the ambulance just arrived.
Fu Jingchuan carried Shiyang into the ambulance and sent her to the hospital.
The emergency room treated the wound on her arm urgently. Worrying that she had a concussion, the hospital made temporary arrangements for hospitalization.
Fu Jingchuan took Shiyang's ID card to help her go through the hospitalization procedures, and then sent her to the ward. After that, there was a blood test and various brain CT examinations. By the time she settled down, it was almost dinner time in the afternoon.
Shiyang was already a little weak due to excessive blood loss and a slight concussion. She fell into a drowsy sleep when she returned to the ward, but she didn't sleep well. In her daze, she vaguely felt someone tucking her in, making very quick movements. light.
She opened her eyes again drowsily, and met a pair of deep, cold black eyes.
"Get some more sleep."
Fu Jingchuan said softly and covered her with the quilt. Then he looked at the bedside table and saw the clothes packaging bag placed together with Shiyang's handbag. He thought of the cloth he had pulled out to bandage her wound in an emergency and his eyes narrowed slightly. After a pause, he walked over, took the clothes packaging bag, opened it, and saw the girl's Hanfu inside. He looked startled, and then slowly turned his head to look at Shiyang on the bed.
Shiyang had fallen into a light sleep, but it was not a sound sleep. His brows were furrowed and he looked uncomfortable.
Fu Jingchuan did not disturb her. His eyes returned to the clothes packaging bag, and he took out the pink and white Hanfu suit with a skirt and skirt. It was a very small set, probably suitable for a child of one or two years old.
Fu Jingchuan stared blankly for a long time, looking very startled.
When Shi Yang woke up, he immediately saw the pink and white girl's Hanfu placed beside the bed. Fu Jingchuan was sitting on the chair in front of the bed, his eyelids half closed, not knowing what to think.
Seeing her wake up, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, then stood up and walked towards her.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked.
