Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1131: 1106: The Perfect Man
Ye Chen cradled Zhao Ziwei in his embrace, his heart throbbing with unbearable pain, to the extent that breathing felt impossible, and he even regretted encountering the girl.
Without his involvement, she would surely be living happily right now.
Such dramatic moments typically unfold only in television series, but he never imagined it would strike him today.
Gently, he settled the girl into the vehicle, ignited the sports car's engine, and floored the accelerator to its maximum.
“Ziwei, hang in there, the hospital's almost here,” Ye Chen urged with desperation.
Red lights meant nothing to him as he clutched the wheel fiercely, gaze locked straight ahead on the path.
What should have been a thirty-minute journey, he completed in barely over ten minutes.
Upon reaching the hospital, he screeched to a halt, scooped up the girl, and dashed into the facility.
While sprinting, he yelled, “Doctor, doctor, come quick and save her!”
Right then, medical staff hurried forward with a stretcher, relieving Ye Chen of the girl from his hold.
A massive weight lifted off Ye Chen, leaving him suddenly wobbly on his legs.
In the earlier clash with the hoodlums, he'd dodged the knife strikes but drained a lot of his strength.
On top of that, the high-speed drive followed by carrying her had left him utterly drained.
Grinding his teeth through the strain, he delivered Zhao Ziwei to the doctors before finally crumbling down.
Upon Ye Chen's entry, shock rippled through the lobby among staff and patients alike.
No one knew the story; here was a young man drenched in blood, clutching a equally blood-soaked girl, all in the dead of night.
“Sir, describe the girl's condition as detailed as possible; it'll aid our treatment,” inquired a doctor clad in white.
Gazing at the blood-smeared face and neck of the girl on the bed, the doctor felt stunned too.
Understanding the injury's origin was crucial for proper care, preventing any deterioration.
“Stop the bleeding fast,” he directed the nearby nurse.
So, en route to the emergency room on the gurney, the nurse applied pressure to stem the flow.
Ignoring his own exhaustion, Ye Chen compelled himself to linger outside the operating theater.
Multiple times dizziness threatened to fell him, yet he bit down hard and persevered.
Collapsing now wasn't an option; Zhao Ziwei's safety had to come first.
From severe blood loss, the medical team inside labored nonstop.
Outside, Ye Chen paced in torment, beseeching fate to spare Zhao Ziwei, or he'd never know tranquility again.
As dawn broke, the doctor emerged, appearing thoroughly worn out.
Spotting the doctor, Ye Chen rushed up, demanding, “How's the girl doing?”
“Sir, fortunate you rushed her here promptly. Rest easy, she's stable now,” the doctor reassured, clapping Ye Chen's shoulder.
“Thank you, thank you so much!” Ye Chen exclaimed, face alight with relief.
“Soon a nurse will move her to a room; anesthesia keeps her asleep for now—no cause for alarm,” the doctor added calmly.
Ye Chen nodded, “Got it.”
Moments later, a nurse pushed out the bed.
Ye Chen trailed the nurse, escorting Zhao Ziwei to her room, refusing to depart.
Only her awakening would grant him true relief.
As she departed, the nurse grinned at Ye Chen, saying, “She's incredibly fortunate to have a boyfriend like you—staying up all night by the OR, ignoring your wounds. That's truly special.”
Ye Chen felt no pride this time, only remorse; absent his presence, Zhao Ziwei wouldn't be hospitalized.
Once the nurse exited, Ye Chen drew near Zhao Ziwei, her bandaged face piercing his heart with sharp agony.
Checking his watch, morning had arrived at seven o'clock.
Ye Chen figured Zhao Ziwei would awaken starving, so he resolved to fetch breakfast.
That way, hunger wouldn't torment her upon stirring.
Prior to going, he informed the nurse precisely.
“Nurse sister, heading out for food. If room 508's patient wakes and inquires, please tell her. Call me if she needs anything.” Ye Chen shared his number, then departed.
The nurses at the desk watched him go, then buzzed with talk.
“That guy's strikingly handsome, like a movie star.”
“Men like him make my heart flutter so much.”
“Just looking at him stirs up romantic feelings in me.”
Then, the nurse from Ye Chen's ordeal last night passed by, overhearing and chiming in, “Quit fantasizing, girls; he's taken. Didn't you witness him guarding the OR all night, wounds be damned, till she emerged at dawn?”
True enough, Ye Chen bore wounds—a mere slashed arm.
She'd offered to dress it, but he prioritized waiting till the girl's peril passed.
Men of such caliber are scarce; the nurse felt profoundly touched.
Upon hearing her remark, the nurses' enthusiasm vanished, deflating like punctured balloons.
“What a pity for such a young lady to be disfigured—how will she face her loyal partner? Who can say if their bond will endure?” the nurse abruptly sighed.
Ye Chen figured that since Zhao Ziwei was no longer in peril, he could return home to switch into fresh attire and pick up breakfast.
With her in the hospital under the nurses' care, everything was covered.
Besides, the hospital would contact him immediately if any issue arose, so Ye Chen felt no concern.
Ye Chen swapped his clothes, headed home to recharge his phone, and grabbed two breakfasts from KFC.
Once all tasks were done, he rushed back to the hospital.
As Ye Chen departed, Zhao Ziwei awoke and caught her reflection in the mirror, with tears streaming down.
Not spotting Ye Chen in the room deepened the pain in her heart.
Yet abruptly, she chuckled—thank goodness Ye Chen hadn't witnessed her in this state.
Thus, her finest image would remain etched in Ye Chen's memory.
She had hoped this event would draw her nearer to Ye Chen, yet fate played a cruel prank on her instead.
Disfigured as she was now, what courage did she have to face Ye Chen?
Zhao Ziwei stepped out of the room, strolling past the nurses' station.
Spotting the patient from room 508 emerge, a young nurse halted her with a smile and remarked, “Your boyfriend treats you so well; he kept vigil all night without rest, and now that you're safe, he's off buying breakfast just for you.”
At these words, tears poured from Zhao Ziwei's eyes right away.
She had misunderstood Ye Chen's absence, thinking he'd abandoned her, but actually, he had gone to fetch her breakfast.
Still, she couldn't linger in the hospital; she refused to let Ye Chen behold her in this condition.