Chapter 597: Chapter 596: A Ruthless Man

BANG... BANG BANG... CRUNCH...

Duan Yu, struggling to stay conscious, watched the old Audi sedan ahead. It lurched back and forth like a drunkard, ramming into the cars on either side a few times before it finally pulled out.

The scene suddenly reminded Duan Yu that Yan Feifan didn’t even have a driver’s license; he had never known how to drive.

But she also understood he was doing this to save her.

Otherwise, Yan Feifan could have just stayed safely hidden in the car.

Just as a wave of gratitude washed over Duan Yu, the Audi suddenly reversed and swerved sharply, its rear end slamming hard against the overturned General Motors van.

Immediately after, the engine let out a ROAR. The Audi, like an untamed stallion, charged straight for where Duan Yu was lying on the ground.

A "Holy shit!" escaped Duan Yu’s lips.

In a desperate bid to save her own life, with only three or four meters of reaction distance, she only had time to push off the ground with both hands, instantly snapping her upper body upright.

Her torso bent back, forming a near ninety-degree angle with her lower body.

With a piercing screech of brakes, the Audi came to a halt, barely touching Duan Yu’s body.

"Get in, quick!"

Duan Yu, her upper body pressed against the rear passenger door, saw the front passenger door swing open. Yan Feifan was leaning over, his right hand extended toward her. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed it tightly.

Using the leverage from Yan Feifan’s pull, Duan Yu threw her entire body forward and vaulted smoothly into the passenger seat.

Moreover, she hooked the door with her right foot, pulling it shut.

However, the strenuous movement tore at the wound in her abdomen, and a cold sweat instantly beaded on her face from the pain.

"Mr. Yan, let me drive—"

Before Duan Yu could finish, Yan Feifan had already released the brake and slammed on the gas. The car roared like a beast, charging toward the barricade the American police had set up with their patrol cars.

During the twenty or thirty seconds it took to pull the car off the roadside and pick up Duan Yu, Yan Feifan’s gaze never left the group of American officers ahead.

In that time, Yan Feifan noticed that the commotion he was causing had drawn the aim of three other police officers.

But their muzzles quickly shifted back to their original targets.

From start to finish, only one gun—the one that had fired at him earlier—remained aimed in his direction.

This told Yan Feifan that only one person was trying to kill him.

It was a heavyset white police officer who looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a neatly trimmed pencil mustache.

The police barricade was about twenty meters away; it would only take Yan Feifan three or four seconds to crash through it.

He reasoned that the bastard, wanting to avoid suspicion, couldn’t just fire at him continuously. He’d get one shot at most.

With his life on the line, Yan Feifan focused all his energy on the man’s every move, ready to dodge the instant he fired.

At this moment, completely engrossed, Yan Feifan felt as if he had entered another dimension.

In this space, the car didn’t exist, Duan Yu didn’t exist, the intermittent gunshots didn’t exist, and his surroundings vanished. There was only Yan Feifan and the heavyset officer aiming a gun at him.

The image of the heavyset officer suddenly became unnaturally clear, as if he were standing just a meter away.

Yan Feifan could see it all perfectly—the flare of the man’s nostrils, his eyes narrowing into slits...

Suddenly, Yan Feifan noticed a muscle in the man’s face twitch.

’He’s about to fire.’

Having made his judgment, Yan Feifan instinctively tensed his hands, about to wrench the steering wheel.

Just then, the heavyset officer’s head snapped back, and a cloud of blood mist erupted before Yan Feifan’s eyes.

The shock jolted Yan Feifan, pulling him out of that strange and mysterious state.

Yan Feifan’s mind felt foggy and his vision blurred. He shook his head hard.

His vision cleared instantly. He saw that his car had already reached the police vehicle and was about to crash.

He slammed on the brakes, pushing the pedal to the floor.

The Audi shoved the police car in front of it two meters forward before coming to a stop. Yan Feifan looked toward where the heavyset officer had been.

Over there, two or three officers were gathered around the fallen man, shouting for an ambulance.

’Is this a sign it’s not my time to die? Did one of the criminals on the other side hit him?’

As Yan Feifan silently thanked his lucky stars, he shouted to an approaching officer, "My partner is injured! She needs to get to a hospital for emergency treatment!"

The officer leaned against the passenger-side window and saw Duan Yu, pale and barely breathing, her abdomen soaked in blood. He immediately waved his hand, signaling for Yan Feifan to drive away.

Given the signal, Yan Feifan didn’t hesitate. He rammed the police car blocking his path and sped forward.

Yan Feifan glanced at Duan Yu and saw that she looked as if all her spirit had been drained. Her half-closed eyes were lifeless.

He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her forcefully.

"Duan Yu, hang on! You have to hang on! Don’t you dare pass out! Think about your chef boyfriend!"

"Duan Yu... Duan Yu..." Yan Feifan shouted anxiously.

Between his vigorous shaking and shouting, Duan Yu finally responded. She raised a finger and pointed at the driver’s-side window.

Yan Feifan turned his head and saw a Toyota pulling up alongside them. A red-haired head poked out of the passenger-side window.

Yan Feifan recognized her.

It was the woman with the red hair and nose ring who had picked up Zhong Xinyi yesterday afternoon.

He yelled to the red-haired woman, "Take me to the nearest place that can perform surgery! Get twenty units of Type AB plasma ready!"

"Hurry, hurry..."

Yan Feifan had seen Duan Yu’s basic information and knew her blood type.

The red-haired woman nodded, made a gesture for him to follow her, and then pulled her head back into the car...

Yan Feifan followed the Toyota, making five turns over nearly twenty minutes, before both cars stopped in front of a three-story, standalone building.

In front of the small, three-story building stood a Chinese man and two young Chinese women dressed as a doctor and nurses.

Zhong Xinyi was there too, a worried expression on her face.

The moment the Audi stopped, Duan Yu was wheeled into the building on a gurney.

Yan Feifan got out of the car and hurried into the small building behind the gurney, shouting orders as he walked. "Get me three bags of saline solution, two debridement kits, a suture kit, and find me a sterile gown!"

Yan Feifan stepped into the building’s lobby and saw it resembled a Chinese clinic, but aside from their group, there were no other patients.

He watched as Duan Yu was wheeled into a room further inside, but he didn’t follow. Instead, he found a seat in the lobby and sat down.

Soon, Zhong Xinyi came jogging over, carrying the items he had requested, along with an instrument case and a box of anesthetic injections.

Yan Feifan first grabbed a bag of saline, bit it open, and began to drink it in large gulps.

GULP, GULP. In just a few large swallows, he finished the entire bag.

Yan Feifan then shoved the empty bag haphazardly into his mouth, clenching it between his teeth.

Next, he used scissors to cut open the sleeve tied around his left leg, then cut away the pant leg on his lower left calf to fully expose the wound.

Then, Yan Feifan quickly rinsed the wound with the other two bags of saline.

After that, he tore open a debridement kit and began to clean the wound.

Zhong Xinyi, standing to one side, watched as Yan Feifan cleanly and decisively scraped out the coagulated blood clots from the wound.

He even used the scissors to snip away some of the flesh around the injury.

Throughout this process, Zhong Xinyi could see Yan Feifan’s body flinching from the pain. His face was covered in sweat, his expression contorted and fierce.

But his hands remained incredibly steady.

When cutting away his own flesh, his hands showed no hesitation. It was swift and clean, as if the flesh he was cutting wasn’t his own.

’Damn, Yan Feifan is really brutal with himself.’

Unable to watch any longer, Zhong Xinyi reminded him, "Feifan, why aren’t you using the anesthetic? I brought you some."

Veins popping on his forehead, Yan Feifan just shook his head, the plastic bag still clenched in his teeth. The work of cleaning his wound didn’t pause for a second.

Next, Zhong Xinyi witnessed something even harder to watch.

Yan Feifan tore open the suture kit and began stitching his own leg wound.

And although the kid’s body was still twitching in pain, his hands moved quickly and steadily as he sutured...

’What an absolute madman,’

Zhong Xinyi lamented inwardly again, unable to bear it, and turned her head to look away...

Three or four minutes later, Zhong Xinyi heard a rustling sound. She turned back and saw Yan Feifan putting on the sterile gown.

"Feifan, what are you doing?"

Drenched in sweat, Yan Feifan explained, "I promised I would perform Duan Yu’s surgery myself. I can’t go back on my word."

"There’s no time for me to shower and scrub in, so I’ll just have to operate on Duan Yu in the gown."

That was also why he hadn’t used any anesthetic when he debrided and sutured his own wound earlier.

He was worried the anesthetic would affect his judgment and the steadiness of his hands.

Yan Feifan couldn’t tolerate even the slightest mistake.

Duan Yu’s injuries were severe. A single, small mistake could cost her her health for the rest of her life, or even her life itself...

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