"Careful!"
From somewhere above, a voice shouted. Di Ruihe snatched the police officer's gun and fired at Di Mingjue behind him.
Seeing the bullet streaking towards him at light speed, Jiang Ziyu stepped forward, shielding Di Mingjue.
The bullet entered her chest, and blood instantly stained the collar of her shirt red.
When Di Mingjue reacted, Jiang Ziyu had already collapsed at his feet.
"Call an ambulance, quickly!" In his haste to check on Jiang Ziyu, he lost his balance and fell from his wheelchair.
The police were busy subduing Di Ruihe when another gunshot rang out. Di Ruihe collapsed to the ground, a smile on his face.
The bullet had pierced his temple, and a mocking expression remained on his face even in death.
"Ruihe!" The old woman, overwhelmed by shock, cried out loudly and fainted.
Amidst the chaotic scene, the police escorted everyone away.
In the ambulance heading to the hospital, Di Mingjue tightly grasped Jiang Ziyu's hand, repeatedly calling her name to keep her from falling asleep.
Jiang Ziyu weakly opened her eyes. She parted her lips, but before she could speak, blood gushed out.
Di Mingjue frantically wiped away the blood and warned her sternly, "Don't fall asleep! I command you not to fall asleep!"
She didn't want to, but her eyelids felt incredibly heavy; she couldn't keep them open any longer.
She could hear Di Mingjue's angry shouts in her ears. Jiang Ziyu was very sleepy, but she still had words left unsaid.
Upon arriving at the hospital, doctors pushed the gurney, taking Jiang Ziyu into the emergency room.
Di Mingjue was held back outside the operating room. At the same hospital, the old woman and Di Ruihe were in another emergency room.
"Mr. Di, Madam will be alright," Shen Lin said soothingly.
Di Mingjue looked anxiously at the red light above the operating room door, his heart filled with silent prayers.
Perhaps sensing something, Yu Ze, who had been fine, suddenly started bleeding from his nose. Xiao Ran, beside him, handed him tissues to wipe it, but the paper was quickly soaked with blood, and the bleeding continued unabated.
"Mommy!" Yu Ze suddenly cried out.
Xiao Ran took out all the tissues and placed them under Yu Ze's nose. He then pulled him to lie down on the sofa and, remembering Jiang Ziyu's usual method, rushed to the bathroom to get a wet towel, placing it on his nose.
Yu Ze clutched Xiao Ran's hand, continuously calling for his mommy.
Xiao Ran, usually lively and bold, began to cry in fear. He forced himself to be brave, wiping his tears and running to call Jiang Ziyu.
Again and again, the phone went unanswered.
Seeing Yu Ze on the verge of losing too much blood, Xiao Ran had no choice but to call Mu Liangchen.
Mu Liangchen had learned from the news that Jiang Ziyu had been shot and taken to the hospital. He had just received Xiao Ran's call.
"Uncle Mu."
Xiao Ran's sobbing could be heard from the receiver.
Mu Liangchen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Xiao Ran, why are you crying?"
"Brother, Brother has a lot of nosebleeds. I couldn't stop them," Xiao Ran had known from a young age that Yu Ze was weak. Jiang Ziyu had always taught him to protect his brother and prevent him from bleeding. He had always done well.
But this time, he was helpless against the blood flowing from Yu Ze.
"Don't be scared, Xiao Ran. Do as I say now, and I'll be there soon," Mu Liangchen comforted Xiao Ran.
Turning the steering wheel, he reversed the car, heading away from the hospital.
Under Mu Liangchen's guidance, Yu Ze's bleeding was controlled. However, he became disoriented and started mumbling incoherently.
Xiao Ran stayed by his side, nervously waiting for Mu Liangchen's arrival.
Time flew by rapidly. The old woman had regained consciousness, but Jiang Ziyu was still in surgery.
The bullet was very close to her heart. Had it been even a millimeter off, she would have died instantly.
The nurses emerged twice to deliver critical condition reports. Each time, Di Mingjue tore up the papers and warned the doctors that they must save her, no matter the cost.