A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 54

Shen Zhao was almost entirely deaf to the sounds of the outside world—the whistling wind, the crack of gunfire—and he had lost all sense of his current location. His consciousness drifted, his body slumping helplessly to one side.

Blood continued to seep from the wound on his left wrist. With the unknown drug coursing through his veins, his vision began to blur and lose focus. The violent impact his body had sustained during the crossfire and the leaden weight in his legs left him utterly powerless.

Can I really escape?

Shen Zhao struggled to formulate a plan, but a thick fog seemed to shroud his mind. His body and spirit were already pushed to their breaking point by the relentless torment.

What should I do? How do I get out of here…

His right hand brushed against the handle of the scissors. He kept his eyes tightly shut, feigning another bout of unconsciousness. His palm gripped the handle firmly, his fingers tracing the cold, sharp tip of the metal.

If he were to strike back… this was likely his only chance.

He squinted through narrowed lids to scan his surroundings. Inside the cabin, besides the kidnapper tightly bound by his porcelain mask, there was another man in the front seat, driving.

The kidnapper’s breathing was ragged behind his mask, but his torso was still leaning outward. He had rolled down the left window, leaning out to return fire at the vehicle pursuing them relentlessly from behind.

Shen Zhao realized that Lu Xiao was likely back there.

He shifted his gaze to the front again. The man in the black sweater was focused entirely on the rearview mirror. Beside the driver’s seat… there were no defensive weapons. The man didn’t seem particularly concerned with what was happening behind them; he simply gripped the steering wheel with both hands, pushing the car to its limit.

Dammit, there are two of them…

He did his best to suppress his rising panic, maintaining a mask of frail exhaustion. His right hand tightened its grip on the scissors.

A moment later, he steeled his resolve. Gritting his teeth, he drove the sharp point of the scissors deep into his own thigh muscle!

A surge of agonizing pain shot straight to his cerebral cortex. Shen Zhao pressed his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth, locking his jaws tight. He didn’t allow even a muffled grunt to escape, using every ounce of willpower to stifle his trembling and calm his racing heart.

Blood from the tip of the scissors mixed with the cold sweat on his palm, trickling down the metal. Finally, his mind felt a flicker of clarity. The pain was so sharp that it forced his muscles into a state of high tension.

The next instant, as the man beside him leaned out the window to fire another shot, Shen Zhao lunged. He drove the scissors straight into the lower part of the man’s ribcage from behind!

That was the location of the liver.

Driven by the full force of Shen Zhao’s upper body, the blades punctured through the man’s clothes and flesh, embedding themselves deep inside. Without giving the man a second to react, Shen Zhao grit his teeth and twisted the handle violently while the blades were still inside him.

The kidnapper’s pupils constricted instantly; the pistol in his right hand nearly slipped from his grasp. His body shook violently; the pain of a liver injury was so excruciating it was impossible to suppress. For a heartbeat, he was on the verge of fainting from the agony. He let out a deep, guttural roar before delivering a punch that sent Shen Zhao sprawling back.

Shen Zhao’s body slammed into the car door. Under the internal impact, the high-speed vehicle swayed. Shen Zhao’s vision spun, while the man before him clutched his wound and let out a long, resentful hiss.

“You certainly… strike hard.”

The kidnapper ignored the pursuing car for a moment. Enduring the wave of nausea brought on by the pain, he wanted nothing more than to regain control of Shen Zhao.

Just as the man moved to strike, Shen Zhao kicked off the floor and lunged toward the front!

The driver, who had been focused on the right rearview mirror to evade the pursuit, had no time to react. The sudden, violent force from his side yanked the steering wheel off-course!

At nearly 160 kilometers per hour, the entire vehicle began to rock violently. The rear of the car fishtailed, drifting wildly across the road. Shen Zhao yanked the wheel again, sending all three occupants crashing against the interior walls.

The man in the driver’s seat quickly shoved Shen Zhao away and reclaimed the wheel, slamming on the brakes to slow down. The side of the car scraped against the guardrail, emitting a piercing screech as a trail of sparks flew into the night.

“Change lanes! That car is out of control!”

Lu Xiao squinted and fired a shot from behind. The pain in his chest was so intense it made his teeth chatter; the bullet missed its mark by an inch, hitting the trunk of the lead car instead. Lu Xiao glanced at the sides of the road—there was a wide, deep river.

His gaze darkened. He couldn’t shoot the tires; if the car flipped, they would go straight into the water.

As the driver gripped the steering wheel to stabilize the vehicle, Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of the speedometer. A fleeting fear of death rose in his heart.

At the very moment the car rounded a bend, scraping against the rail, Shen Zhao grabbed the seat cushion from the passenger side and kicked the door open!

The centrifugal force of the turn practically flung his body out without effort. He didn’t even think; he crossed his arms to shield his head with the cushion and curled his body into a ball as he leapt into the night.

“You’re insane!” the kidnapper’s voice echoed through the dark as the car door flapped and rattled.

In an instant, his body was like a wheel out of control, tumbling several meters across the pavement. The world turned upside down as the skin of his arms scraped against the rough road.

His thigh was a crimson mess, and his arms were shredded and bloody. His thin, white cotton pajamas fluttered in the night wind, revealing large, bloody abrasions on his torso.

He lay curled on the ground, unable to lift so much as a finger. His breath rose and fell in shallow hitches. He felt as though every bone in his body had been shattered; every breath brought a piercing, bone-deep agony. His vision was now a featureless white.

The screech of brakes and the sound of gunfire from the vehicles behind him echoed in his ears as his consciousness finally began to fade.

The night wind was biting. When Lu Xiao clutched his chest and scrambled out of his car, he practically threw himself onto Shen Zhao. The deep wound in his chest had already soaked through his body armor and his entire uniform. Blood traced a path down his front, staining his belt a dark crimson. With every step he took, his legs trembled.

But now, he could only move forward. Nothing else mattered.

“Shen Zhao!” Lu Xiao gasped, his lungs feeling as though they were being torn apart.

Using the last of his strength, he collapsed onto his knees beside Shen Zhao. “Shen Zhao… Shen Zhao!”

His fingers trembled as they brushed against Shen Zhao’s face. He couldn’t stop murmuring under his breath, “You’re still alive, right? Please, be alive…”

The man in his arms looked paler than the moonlight in the cold wind, but that moonlight was now stained with blood and filth.

Lu Xiao patted Shen Zhao’s cheek, growling, “Don’t you dare sleep! I’m getting you out of here!”

Enduring the agonizing pain, he forced himself up from his knees. He hauled Shen Zhao off the ground, dragging the doctor’s arm over his own bleeding shoulder.

Shen Zhao’s body was as limp as a feather, completely unable to maintain balance. Lu Xiao grit his teeth, letting out a low roar of exertion as he tried to stand straight.

A moment later, his legs buckled, and the two of them nearly crashed back to the ground together.