h4Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Such a Proud Man Must Not Be a Cripple/h4

    Ji Wei saw Mo Qian hang up the phone and then stand there, unmoving, his hand gripping the phone tightly as if unwilling to let go.

    She sensed that something bad must have happened, so she walked over and asked softly, "Was it Mr. Ye who called? Have they escaped danger?"

    "Mm." Mo Qian only responded with a single, faint word.

    Ji Wei suddenly didn’t know how to continue the conversation.

    This detached version of Mo Qian made her feel at a loss.

    After a moment, she mustered the courage to reach out, wanting to embrace him, but the man extended his hand and pushed her away.

    Ji Wei stared at her hand hanging awkwardly in mid-air, lost for a moment, then turned her head to see Mo Qian indifferently walking toward the bathroom.

    "Mo Qian..." she called out, her voice hoarse and strained.

    "It’ste. Wash up and get some sleep." After saying that, Mo Qian shut the bathroom door behind him.

    Ji Wei stood there in a daze, her nose starting to sting as a wave of difort washed over her.

    ...

    The roads were mostly empty, with streetlights stretching the shadows of three figures long across the pavement.

    Under the night sky, Zimei supported Ye Cheng as they slowly walked ahead, followed closely by A Cheng.

    The other subordinates had stayed behind in the alley to cover their retreat.

    Just as their car had driven out a short distance, they were intercepted by Miyata Ichiro, who had rushed to the scene. Miyata’s men were relentless in their pursuit—multiple vehicles surrounded them, blocking their path. To break through, Zimei made the snap decision to ram the blockade!

    The car’s front was mangled from the collision, and Zimei struggled to help Ye Cheng escape from the vehicle, with A Cheng following behind, gun in hand, providing cover.

    Bullets rained down above them in rapid session, igniting another fierce gunfight. Only with great difficulty did the three manage to flee under the cover provided, eventually reaching a remote, deste road.

    Zimei took one look at Ye Cheng’s increasingly pale face and began anxiously scanning their surroundings. At this rate, things wouldn’t hold—they needed to find a ce to remove the bullet from Ye Cheng immediately.

    Suddenly, Zimei spotted a clinic sign on the roadside ahead. Her expression lit up with relief.

    At the clinic’s entrance, deep into the night, came the sound of urgent, rapid knocking.

    The elderly doctor who had already retired for the evening asked a question in Japanese as he donned his outer garment and rose to open the door.

    The moment he poked his head out, a ck handgun was shoved against his temple without warning.

    The doctor trembled all over in fear, stammering something in Japanese.

    Zimei couldn’t understand, so she gestured for A Cheng tomunicate with the doctor.

    The two exchanged a few words, with the elderly doctor looking visibly conflicted. Yet, terrified by Zimei’s gun, he reluctantly allowed them inside the clinic.

    "The doctor says the clinic’s equipment is too rudimentary, and attempting to remove the bullet recklessly carries a high risk. He’s afraid excessive blood loss could lead to fatalplications," A Cheng ryed to Zimei.

    Zimei looked at Ye Cheng, who was slumped weakly in a chair, and felt her heart tighten.

    If they didn’t treat him soon, his arm might end up permanently disabled.

    Such a proud man could never be someone disabled! And she absolutely wouldn’t allow something like this to happen!

    "Tell the doctor that if he can’t guarantee sessfully removing the bullet, he shouldn’t expect to live to see the sun rise tomorrow," Zimei said coldly.

    A Cheng stepped forward to pass on Zimei’s chilling words. The elderly doctor, who had been fetching emergency medicine, instantly turned pale and frantically waved his hands, muttering incoherently.

    Zimei shot him a fierce re, and the doctor immediately fell silent in terror.

    Under the pressing circumstances, the doctor had no choice but to steel himself andply.

    Ye Cheng was positioned to lie down on the clinic’s bed. The incandescentmp above the bed cast a harsh light over his face, making him appear even more deathly pale. The elderly doctor adjusted his sses and carefully began to separate the torn, bloodied flesh on Ye Cheng’s arm to retrieve the bullet.

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