After Falling for the Handsome CEO - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: I Didn’t Mean to Strike You

That breathy whisper of a voice seemed as if it might vanish entirely with a single gust of wind.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of everyone present, Shen Jin powerlessly closed his heavy eyelids. His mind went instantly blank; he could hear nothing, feel nothing.

The hospital lobby fell into a sudden, deathly silence. Everyone stared blankly at the sudden tragedy, stunned and unable to react for a long time.

Finally, it was Bai Yujin who broke the silence with a raw, shattered roar: “Shen Jin!”

Yan Yu stood frozen like a block of wood, rooted to the spot. The pain from his brawl with Bai Yujin, the rage, and the jealousy he had felt toward Shen Jin all seemed to evaporate in an instant, leaving him numb.

All he could see was Shen Jin’s frail body lying motionless in a pool of blood… completely still.

And his own fist… was stained with the blood that had leaked from Shen Jin’s ear.

Yan Yu looked as if he had suddenly lost his mind. His face was ghostly pale, his expression wooden. His peach-blossom eyes were vacant and dazed as his lips moved helplessly: “Shen… Jin…”

Strange… why did he suddenly collapse? He was fine just a moment ago… why did he rush out? I… I didn’t mean to strike you…

Beside him, Xie Li’s face was ashen. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, and his palms were slick with sweat. He could barely stay upright and had to dig his nails deep into his palms; the sharp pain was the only thing allowing him to maintain a semblance of composure.

Then, his voice raspy with feigned urgency, he shouted to the others, “Quick! Quick! Don’t just stand there! Where are the doctors? Take him for treatment immediately!”

His high-pitched voice snapped everyone back to their senses. Bai Yujin sprinted to Shen Jin’s side, bent down, and scooped up the blood-soaked figure. He roared until his voice cracked, “Doctor! Doctor! Fast, fast! Get everything ready immediately!”

He screamed until he was hoarse, all color drained from his handsome face. His hands shook as he held Shen Jin; looking at that deathly, silent face, he turned to Yan Yu and bellowed with a broken voice, “Yan Yu! Look at what you’ve done!”

Yan Yu’s pupils contracted sharply. He was dazed by the roar, still unable to fully process the situation. His pale lips moved weakly as he whispered, “I… I…”

What was there to say? What could possibly be said at a time like this? He rushed out suddenly and I couldn’t pull back? I wasn’t doing it on purpose? I was just angry and didn’t mean to hurt him?

He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say a single word.

Bai Yujin’s eyes were bloodshot. He spat out a furious, uncontrollable curse: “You son of a bitch!”

Knowing Shen Jin’s critical condition, Bai Yujin didn’t dare delay for a second. Clutching Shen Jin, he sprinted deeper into the hospital, shouting for doctors as he ran.

The medical staff wasted no time, immediately rushing Shen Jin into the operating room. He was placed on the table, and the surgical lights flickered on, focusing their harsh white glare on the frail, pale man.

Throughout this whirlwind of motion, Yan Yu remained in a state of shock. He was in a trance, his mind replaying the scene over and over: his fist swinging, the impact on Shen Jin’s head, the blood from the ear, and the way the man’s head hit the marble as he collapsed dying into a pool of his own blood…

And just as he fell unconscious, he had used his last shred of strength to tell him: Don’t fight anymore… you’ll get hurt…

Suddenly, Yan Yu felt his heart tremble violently. His eyes turned a deep, terrifying crimson, spiderwebbed with bloodshot veins, as he let out a hysterical scream:

“Shen Jin—!!”