The lead-colored clouds covered layer by layer, and under the huge, dense raindrops, amidst the dull rumble of mountain rocks collapsing, the truck roared out charging.
"Ah—"
"Oh mother!"
The cheers of the three in the truck bed after surviving the danger indicate the peril of this incident.
The four in the car were also covered in mud. Shen Que was the first to ask, "Is everyone okay?"
"I’m fine! Thrilling!"
Master Guo was the first to answer, Jiang Cheng also said he was fine, only Gao Zhonghua grunted and said, vaguely, "I think I’m okay."
The adrenaline rush made Gao Zhonghua unable to feel pain, but the smell of fresh blood from his head was so familiar.
Both Master Guo and Shen Que sensed something was wrong. Master Guo dared not stop the car, so Shen Que got up from the back seat to check on Gao Zhonghua.
Red blood mixed with mud formed clots on Gao Zhonghua’s head, and was washed away by rain.
Concern rose in Shen Que.
Gao Zhonghua was different from them.
He had a ticking time bomb in his head—a shrapnel piece.
If it were just a simple external injury, they wouldn’t worry, but if the injury caused the shrapnel to move, then...
"Boss?"
Gao Zhonghua didn’t hear Shen Que speak, instantly realizing he had a wound on his head.
"It’s nothing, just a little injury."
Gao Zhonghua’s head started to feel heavy.
Shen Que spoke up, "It’s definitely nothing. I’ve asked someone to tell your fortune. The elder said you’ll live a long life, much longer than me."
Gao Zhonghua gave a simple, silly smile.
"I knew it."
Shen Que turned to look for the medical kit, while Master Guo hit the accelerator hard.
They all knew Gao Zhonghua’s situation.
Originally, Shen Que didn’t want Gao Zhonghua to come this time, but Gao Zhonghua said: If one spends a lifetime living cautiously, then what’s the taste of life?
Most importantly, even if living cautiously, one never knows when the shrapnel will move on its own.
Therefore, Gao Zhonghua wanted to do something meaningful.
Jiang Cheng watched Shen Que treat Gao Zhonghua’s wound, and she was just as anxious.
Gao Zhonghua’s head grew heavier and sometimes he couldn’t string together words.
Shen Que dared not let him sleep, trying hard to keep the conversation going, as did Jiang Cheng.
"Gao Zhonghua, Li Chunxiang is waiting for you to come home, your son is barely over a year old."
Jiang Cheng’s words were like a shot of adrenaline, making Gao Zhonghua grit his teeth and regain some clarity.
"My chubby kid...so cute."
"Sis-in-law...if I..."
"Gao Zhonghua! I don’t want to hear such talk. For the sake of your son, for Chun Xiang, hang in there, we’re about to leave the mountains."
"Gao Zhonghua, Chun Xiang loves you so much, she couldn’t live without you."
Jiang Cheng used Li Chunxiang to stimulate Gao Zhonghua. Hearing that Li Chunxiang couldn’t live without him, a smile appeared on Gao Zhonghua’s face.
"Chun Xiang...likes me the most."
"Yes, she likes you the most!"
"Just imagine, if you really gave up like this, if Chun Xiang forgets you and lets another man be your kid’s dad..."
Gao Zhonghua forcibly grasped Shen Que’s hand, straining to open his eyes.
"No way!"
Those two firm words made Shen Que bite his lip and hold Gao Zhonghua’s hand tightly.
"No way, just hang in there like a man!"
Shen Que held a towel against Gao Zhonghua’s head, hit by a rock. The bright red blood soaked the towel and stained Shen Que’s hand.
Beside him, Master Guo held his breath, putting all his strength into driving the truck out of the mountain road and into a safe area.


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