The ambulance arrived swiftly.
Wen Yuci accompanied Fu Ziyuan into the ambulance.
The doctor performed emergency treatment on Fu Ziyuan inside the ambulance.
Wen Yuci watched him hovering on the brink of life and death, her small hand covering her mouth, her eyes blurred with tears.
After more than two hours of emergency treatment, Fu Ziyuan was out of mortal danger.
Wen Yuci's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.
The tension that had been taut in her heart eased slightly.
Thank goodness, his life was no longer in danger.
...
Capital City International Airport.
A tall and upright figure strode out of the VIP channel with a measured pace. The man was dressed in a finely tailored black shirt and impeccably pressed black trousers, the black clothing making his already pale skin appear even more fair and clean. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, giving him a jade-like, refined scholarly appearance.
