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He pressed the phone, and before he could speak, Shouya shouted urgently, "Lefas, get the hospital ready for the operating room. Wushuang has been in an accident, and we're on our way to the hospital. Hurry up!"
Rafas only heard half of it and jumped up from the hospital bed. "How could this happen? Is she seriously injured?"
"It looks like external injuries, but the head injury is more severe. I don't know if she has any fractures or other internal injuries. You need to leave and have the hospital prepare all the equipment. I'll be there in about five minutes." He glanced back at the unconscious Yan Wushuang, his brow furrowed, and pressed the accelerator to the floor.
After hanging up, Rafas immediately instructed Mike to notify the hospital to prepare the operating room. He removed the IV from his hand, changed into his clothes, and waited outside the hospital for their arrival.
Soon, Shouya's car appeared in Rafas's sight. As soon as he parked, he anxiously opened the car door. Seeing Wushuang unconscious made his heart sink; he quickly carried her out of the car and rushed her into the operating room.
"Baby, you'll be fine!" Rafas held her hand tightly as she was taken inside.
Shouya changed into a surgical gown and took charge of the operation while asking An Xin Ya to wait outside...
Rafas asked a kind passerby, Mr. Kate, about what had happened again and immediately sent Mike to handle the situation.
Inside the operating room, Shouya was cleaning Wushuang's wounds and conducting a comprehensive physical examination. Outside, Rafas paced back and forth in front of the operating room while An Xin Ya had tear-streaked cheeks, waiting for news of Wushuang's safety.
Rafas gave orders, and Mike quickly arrived at the scene of Yan Wushuang's accident just as the police did. The man in the car was severely over the alcohol limit; seeing him driving a BMW Sports Car indicated he was likely a rich second-generation heir!
"What right do you have to arrest me? Who do you think you are? Do you even know who I am? I just drove under the influence and hit someone! Is that woman dead? Even if she is, as long as her family says how much compensation they want, I'll agree!" The blonde man boasted arrogantly, pointing at the police and shouting without remorse.
Mike approached him with two subordinates behind him. Looking at the man whose face was flushed from drinking, he realized who it was—the young master of Puston Group... Josen Doug!
Mike appeared in front of the police and politely asked them to give him a chance to talk to this guy. As one of Rafas's right-hand men who often handled matters on his behalf, Mike had a wide network; thus, the police released Josen's hand and turned to let them speak.
Josen looked disdainfully at Mike and sneered, "Who are you? Are you just a helper because the police are afraid to touch me?"
Mike chuckled lightly without showing much expression before asking him, "Young Master Josen, you know you hit someone, but do you know who you hit?"
Josen did not understand what he meant, but since he asked, there must be some issue. He looked at him in confusion and after a few seconds of pause said, "Who? I remember seeing two beautiful women, which is why I came over here. It should be a woman."
Mike could tell from his expression that he probably knew nothing, but whether he did or not, he would have to pay the price for his actions this time.
Leaning closer to his face, Mike planned to clarify things with him word by word: "Yes, it is indeed a woman. She is the wife of our Monica, the mistress of Solomon!"
Mike's words made Josen's eyes widen in shock, still hazy from the alcohol. Monica? Solomon? How could this be possible? How could he be so foolish as to offend that devilish man?
After finishing his sentence, Mike spoke a few words to the police beside him, and Josen was dumbfounded as he was taken away in a police car. It was over; if what he said was true, not only would he face dire consequences, but their entire family, including the company, would also not be spared by that man Rafas.
In the operating room, Shouya finally breathed a sigh of relief for Yan Wushuang. Fortunately, most of her injuries were just superficial abrasions; the head injury was likely from hitting the ground when she fell and should not pose any serious problems.
Outside, Rafas had been waiting anxiously. When he saw the lights go out, he rushed to the door and asked, "Shouya, how is Shuang'er doing?"
Shouya came out behind him and seeing how anxious Rafas was, comforted him by saying, "Lefas, take it easy. Wushuang is fine; it's just some abrasions. I've done a full check-up on her—there are no fractures or other issues. She just needs to rest for a few days!"
Seeing her come out safely lifted the heavy weight off his heart. He knew he couldn't let her leave his side; every time she wasn't with him, something bad would happen.
An Xin Ya had also been waiting outside the operating room. Listening to their conversation, she truly thanked the heavens for allowing Wushuang to come through safely.
Rafas accompanied Yan Wushuang to her hospital room. Shouya approached An Xin Ya, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face: "Silly girl, why are you crying? Wushuang is already fine. Now that Lefas is by her side, she'll recover."
"Yes, Wushuang will definitely get better!" The sadness still lingered in her eyes, clearly showing how worried she had been earlier.
Rafas requested the hospital to change his room so he could stay with Yan Wushuang. Regardless of whether she would be willing or still angry when she woke up, he was determined to do so.
The two of them sat on either side of her bed with only a bedside table separating them. As Yan Wushuang remained unconscious, Rafas, who was keeping vigil by her side, felt restless!
"Knock, knock, knock..." Shouya brought An Xinya into the hospital room. "Rafas, don't worry too much. Once Wushuang gets some rest, she'll wake up naturally!"
Rafas paid no attention to his words, his deep black eyes revealing a hint of affection. No matter who entered the room, he couldn't take his gaze away from Wushuang's side.
Shouya's words received no response from Rafas. Judging by his reaction, if Wushuang didn't wake up soon, he might really sit there all day with her until she did.
He let An Xinya sit quietly on the sofa and walked over to Rafas's side. Looking at the needle marks on the back of his hand, he felt helpless dealing with such an irrational man.
"Rafas, can you not be so willful whenever it comes to Wushuang? You're a completely different person now; there's hardly a trace of your former self left!" Shouya spoke frankly, never afraid to offend him.
He remembered how they had argued over Wushuang before, almost coming to blows.
Rafas was annoyed by his words, furrowing his brows and glaring at him with displeasure. "Kid, just say what you want to say directly. Once you're done, take your woman and leave. My precious needs rest, and I don't like anyone disturbing us!"
His attitude was quite unfriendly; however, they had been brothers for thirty years. He understood Rafas's foul temper well enough. Today’s remarks were still relatively polite.
"What I want to say is that your face just underwent skin graft surgery. Don't you want Wushuang to see a perfect you?" He pointed at the needle marks on Rafas's hand, kindly reminding him.
Rafas glanced at the dried blood stains on the back of his hand and then at the unconscious Wushuang. Everything he did was for her, to earn her forgiveness and see her smile again.
He relented and pressed the call button by the bedside. The nurse rushed in immediately; after all, Rafas was the behind-the-scenes boss of this hospital, and the director had given special instructions.
This hospital had been secretly acquired by him when Yan Wushuang was pregnant, with the purpose of providing her with care during her pregnancy and delivery.
After changing out of his suit and shirt, Rafas quietly allowed the nurse to reattach the IV drip. The effect of Wushuang was indeed the most effective; seeing that he finally agreed to cooperate meant it was time for him to send Xinya home.
"Xinya, we don't need to worry about Wushuang right now. It's already afternoon; your grandmother must be looking for you and worrying. Let me take you home," he said gently as he approached her.
Sitting quietly to the side, An Xinya listened to their conversation. This man was indeed Wushuang's husband. Since she was fine, it was time for her to go back.
She stood up, nodded, and slowly followed Shouya out of the hospital room.
Rafas lay half-reclined on the bed, watching them leave. The blind woman certainly had a unique taste, but looking at that woman's demeanor and beauty confirmed his words from that night—Shouya still had Wushuang's shadow in his heart.
"Um... Xinya, let's go..." Just a moment after they left, Wushuang, who had been in a coma on the bed, finally reacted. Her lips moved as if she were trying to say something, and her brows furrowed with worry.
Rafas leaned closer to her bedside. One hand was still attached to an IV drip while the other tightly held her small hand. "Baby, it's okay now. Relax; I will handle everything!"
In her dazed state, Yan Wushuang heard his familiar voice. Her body gradually relaxed, and the expression on her face became calmer.
Her palm felt warm, as if wrapped in something comforting. However, she felt very uncomfortable all over; her head throbbed painfully, forcing her to try hard to open her eyes.
Rafas knew she had multiple bruises and would be in pain. He leaned down and kissed her lips, letting his warmth ease her discomfort.
"Baby, can you hear me? I'm Lefas. I will always be here with you. Don't be afraid; I’m here for you!" He shifted his kiss to her tightly held hand.
As Yan Wushuang's consciousness began to awaken from her coma, she clearly heard his words and felt his warm kiss along with his familiar scent. Suddenly frowning, she opened her eyes wide and met a pair of deep, affectionate, and anxious black eyes!
Locked in each other's gaze, they both fell silent for a moment, simply looking at one another. It had been nearly a week since she had left his side without him searching for her or giving any explanation. This thought made Wushuang's heart ache as tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes after just three seconds of meeting his gaze.
"I'm sorry, baby..." He lowered his head and kissed the tears that had fallen from her cheeks, sincerely apologizing to her.
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