The van would surely hit her if she moved in her original direction.
Lu Zhaoyang deliberately ran to a nearby flower bed. But the van driver seemed to have noticed her intention and slammed on the gas pedal.
It happened so fast that it was too late for Lu Zhaoyang to dodge. She could only cover her head with both hands.
The van crashed into the flower bed, and black smoke began to billow out from the front of the car.
Not long after, blood started to ooze out and dyed the ground around the flower bed in red.
The job was done. The stalled van engine fired up again and the van reversed and sped off.
Beside the flower bed, Lu Zhaoyang lay motionless on the ground. Drenched in her own blood, she was most certainly dead.
Had it not been for a passerby who discovered her in time, she would have died from excessive loss of blood on the spot.
Huo Yunting just got off the plane when Huo Li ran toward him panickily.
"Brother Ting, something bad has happened!"
Huo Yunting strode to the car parked at the side.
How could he not know when Lu Zhaoyang and Xue Yuming had conspired to kill his mother?
"Brother Ting, how do you know your wife was hit by a car?" Huo Li asked as he climbed behind the wheel, feeling baffled.
"What did you say?" Huo Yunting flung his fist on the backrest of the driver seat. "Lu Zhaoyang met a traffic accident?"
Huo Li was stunned; did Huo Yunting not just say that he knew about it?
"She is undergoing surgical operation right now. Should we go to the hospital now?" Huo Li had already nosed the car out on the road.
"What do you think? Of course!" Huo Yunting's body muscles tensed up, and he clenched his fists without realizing that his palms were sweating profusely from anxiety.
Damn, why this moment? Huo Yunting thought.
He had not settled accounts with her, tortured her, and asked if her conscience had gone to the dogs.
He closed his eyes, trying to ease the uneasiness. But his heart was pounding so rapidly that it felt like it was going to punch a hole in his chest.
She must not die now.
Huo Li knew that Huo Yunting was in a hurry. So, he drove the car like it was stolen.
Once arriving at the hospital and without waiting for the car to stop, Huo Yunting jumped out of the car and rushed into the hospital.
For all the years working with Huo Yunting, Huo Li had never seen him losing his composure, except for the death of his mother. It seemed that his wife had become as important as his mother to him.
When Huo Yunting arrived, the operation had just completed. The doctor in charge told him that Lu Zhaoyang's condition was stable.
"Mr. Huo, the patient's quick reaction saved her head from the impact. Otherwise, she could have died on the spot. Perhaps the obstacles in the surroundings have shielded her somewhat; she is just suffering from external cuts and bruises." The doctor told him in front of the ICU.
Huo Yunting was not in the mood to know what happened; he just wanted to go in to see Lu Zhaoyang.
"Mr. Huo, there is something that I hope you and the patient should be mentally prepared for."
The doctor had noticed Huo Yunting's nervousness, but he still had to tell him.
Huo Yunting had a bad feeling about what he was going to hear.
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"There is no threat to the patient's life. But there might be flowers and bushes at the scene of the accident as thorns have torn apart her cornea and area around her eyes. She might not be able to see again. Sorry, we have done all we could."
Huo Yunting stepped back involuntarily and fell into a chair next to the ward bench.