The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 215 - Jiang Zhi Fang Bao the pain will go away soon

Chapter 215: 215: Jiang Zhi: Fang Bao, the pain will go away soon (first update)

Chapter 215: 215: Jiang Zhi: Fang Bao, the pain will go away soon (first update)

9 p.m.

There was nobody in the security room, and the phone on the desk had been ringing for quite a while with no one to answer it.

Five minutes later, Lao Wei returned. Seeing the fourteen missed calls, he feared something urgent had come up, so he hurriedly called back, “What’s up, Mr. Fang?”

Mr. Fang was so anxious he was practically spitting fire: “Where did you go? You didn’t answer your phone!”

Lao Wei, taken aback by the scolding, replied, “I went out back for a smoke.”

Mr. Fang didn’t have time to scold him further, urgently prompting, “Quickly check on building 17.”

With such a sense of urgency, Lao Wei couldn’t guess what the issue was and asked, “What happened?”

“Stop asking,” Mr. Fang exploded, roaring, “Just go, quickly!”

Lao Wei quickly grabbed a flashlight and headed straight for building 17.

Seventeen was tucked away inside, far from the streetlights. From a distance, it appeared as though someone was lying on the ground. It was too dark to see clearly, and just as Lao Wei was about to step forward—

“Stay put.”

These two words, with an air of deadly force, stopped Lao Wei in his tracks. He turned around and saw a vague silhouette; he couldn’t make out any features and could only listen to the voice.

“Stay here. Except for medical personnel, don’t let anyone through.”

“Yes, boss.”

Having ridden the ‘roller coaster’ all the way here, Ah Wan’s expression was indescribable. He staggered forward, stopping the security guard, Lao Wei, and prepared for the highest level of precaution, vigilantly looking and listening in all directions.

Zhou Xufang was lying motionless on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Her cellphone was by her side, its pink case stained blood red.

“Xu Fang.”

Jiang Zhi stumbled over and crouched down, reaching out first to touch her hand.

Her body was ice cold.

He knelt down, picking her up in his arms: “Xu Fang.”

His hands were shaking uncontrollably; he could barely hold onto her: “Don’t scare me, Zhou Xufang.” As he reached behind her, his hand came away slick with blood.

Half ice cold, half burning hot, there was blood that had already clotted and blood that had just spilled out.

He wrapped his arms around her back, pressing down on the wound: “Zhou Xufang,” his voice so tight it trembled, “open your eyes and look at me.”

“Zhou Xufang.”

He kept repeating her name, calling out until his voice started to choke up. The wind blew, his hands covered in blood, his fingertips freezing stiff.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Finally, the person in his arms stirred and opened her eyes: “Jiang, Zhi.”

Her voice was as thin as a breath.

He held her, pressing on the wound, not daring to let go, and whispered in her ear: “I’m here.”

She murmured incoherently.

“It hurts…”

Zhou Xufang had told him once that her self-healing and regeneration abilities were more than eighty times that of a normal person, but if she was injured, her pain would also be many times more than that of a normal person.

She never complained of pain, so it must have been excruciating for her to tell him it hurt.

Jiang Zhi’s eyes were slightly red: “Hold on a little longer, the doctors are on their way, and soon it won’t hurt anymore.”

“Twenty-fold,” her voice was a whisper barely heard.

Jiang Zhi leaned in closer: “What do you mean twenty-fold?”

“Medication…” she said in broken speech, “needs to be twenty-fold.”

Jiang Zhi rested his chin on her shoulder, smelling the heavy scent of blood. He tried to calm himself, pushing down the overwhelming panic and rage that threatened to crush him: “Alright, I got it.”

“Penicillin…” Her voice was too weak to carry on speaking, and she weakly shook her head.

So Jiang Zhi knelt in the pool of blood that flowed from her, his black suit tainted, dark stains seeping into the fabric: “You can’t use penicillin, is that it?”

“Mhm…”

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Then she closed her eyes again, her hand slipped from his arm.

“Xu Fang.”

No one responded to him anymore.

The cold wind should have chilled him, but it burnt his eyes instead, scorching hot.

Qiao Nanchu and his colleagues from the Criminal Intelligence Department almost arrived at the same time, but they were stopped by Ah Wan in front of Building 17: “My boss said to let only medical staff through.”

Apart from Qiao Nanchu, there were four others from the Criminal Intelligence Department.

Qiao Nanchu instructed them: “Look around for clues, carefully check surveillance, access points, and the comings and goings of vehicles.”

“Yes, Captain Qiao.”

After he had assigned tasks to everyone, Qiao Nanchu headed to the back of Building 17.

Ah Wan stopped him again: “Mr. Jiang, my boss won’t let anyone through.”

He said, “I’ll be fine.”

He went through anyway.

He was used to crime scenes, his nose was sharp, and even before getting close, he could smell the blood. The first thing he saw when he approached was Jiang Zhi’s face, lifeless.

“How is it?”

He said, “Not good.”

Qiao Nanchu glanced at the blood on the ground: “Who did the hospital send?”

“Sun Qun.”

Jiang Zhi’s hand was pressing on Zhou Xufang’s back, blood seeping through his fingers. Qiao Nanchu stepped aside and called Vice President Sun.

Around five minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

Vice President Sun was followed by two doctors in white coats and one nurse, who hurried forward: “Mr. Jiang.”

There was no moonlight at night, and in the dim light, Jiang Zhi’s eyes shone fiercely: “She’s lost a lot of blood.” he said, “Help me save her.”

His voice was hoarse, powerless, as if begging.

Vice President Sun had known him for years and had never seen him so defeated: “Don’t worry.” Vice President Sun called out, “Director Qi.”

Director Qi was the older of the two doctors and the head of general surgery; he walked over to Zhou Xufang and shone his flashlight.

Except for a pair of bloodied hands, nothing else was visible.

“Mr. Jiang, please release one hand.”

His movements were stiff, and he slowly relaxed one hand.

Director Qi reached out, and the nurse behind him immediately handed over sterilized gauze. Blood was still spurting from the wound, not profusely, but the ground was already drenched, and there was no sign of it stopping.

If no artery was hit, why was the bleeding relentless?

“Mr. Jiang, you can let go now.” Once Jiang Zhi released both hands, Director Qi pressed down on the wound with the gauze, “Dr. Zhang, Nurse He, assist me.”

They lifted Zhou Xufang onto the stretcher.

Jiang Zhi stood up from the ground. He had been kneeling so long his legs were numb; he was still dazed, following the stretcher mechanically.

When people emerged, Ah Wan was shocked by the blood all over Jiang Zhi: “Boss.”

“You stay here.”

Jiang Zhi left just those words and followed into the ambulance, which was crowded. He grabbed Zhou Xufang’s hand, crouching helplessly beside the stretcher, his face unknowingly smeared with blood, the crimson color making his own face look even more ashen.

Director Qi put on gloves and cut open the back of Zhou Xufang’s clothes with sterilized scissors: “What’s her temperature?”

The nurse checked the thermometer twice: “35 degrees.” She answered, and then immediately shook her head, “The temperature seems too low, can’t measure it.”

The range of normal medical thermometers is between 35 and 42 degrees.

But the patient’s body temperature was clearly below thirty-five degrees, cold like a block of ice.

“And her heart rate?”

“Forty-five.”

“The patient might have a clotting disorder.” Director Qi, using the light, examined the wound on the patient’s back—which looked to be from a dagger or similar sharp instrument. It shouldn’t have struck an artery; persistent bleeding might relate to clotting function. He instructed the nurse, “Have hematology prepare in advance.”

“Understood, Director.”

Then, Jiang Zhi squatting next to Zhou Xufang, said softly, “She can’t use penicillin.”

Director Qi nodded, assuming the patient was allergic to penicillin, and told Dr. He to his left: “Start with thrombin.”

Dr. He immediately fetched the medicine.

Jiang Zhi struggled to maintain composure, and when he spoke, his voice still trembled slightly: “The dosage needs to be twenty times stronger.”