Chapter 18: A Car Accident

She was crying so loudly, it was giving me a headache.

"No."

"Then, has the implant in my chin come out?"

"That hasn't happened either."

"What about my cheekbones?"

"Your cheekbones are fake too?" I was astounded. "Is there anything real about your face?"

"My skin is real!" She had the nerve to say that as I struggled to get out of the car amid her wailing.

My leg must have been hit; it hurt a lot.

She was still crying in the car, and I looked at her irritably, "Would you come down, are you trying to celebrate the new year in there?"

"I'm stuck." Her crying face looked like a ghost, with mascara sticking to her eyes.

I limped over to her and bent down to check; her foot was stuck between the accelerator and the brake. If she pulled hard, there should be no problem besides maybe scraping the skin around her ankle.

"You just need to pull your foot out."

"No, no!" She cried so loudly people half a mile away could hear her. "It hurts so much, I'm going to die!"

"It's just your foot that's stuck, you're not going to die!"

"No, no, it's too painful!"

Such a delicate princess, I took out my phone to call the police first, then opened the car door and squatted down.

She was panicked, "What are you doing?"

"Hold onto me, and I'll help you get your foot out."

"No way!" She shook her head like a rattle drum, "I can't pull my foot out, I'll die of pain!"

"Your car is leaking oil, if we don't get out now, it might explode!" I scared her, even though a car leaking oil isn't an issue unless there's an open flame.

Yao Keyi is all boobs and no brains; probably watched too much TVB. She would definitely believe what I said.

And she did believe it, crying even more miserably than before, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"If you don't want to die then shut up, you're annoying me to death!" I struggled to climb into the car and then grabbed her foot with both hands. "Bear with it, it will be over in a sec."

"Ah, help..."

She screamed bloody murder, but with one hard tug, I pulled her foot out.

Due to the momentum, I sat down on the ground with a bump, and she crawled out of the car, crying snot bubbles and all, "Run, run fast."

I got up from the ground, enduring the sharp pain in my leg, to grab my snacks from the passenger side.

She yelled behind me, "It's about to explode, and you're still grabbing snacks? Don't you value your life?"

She was truly foolish, stupidly so.

I opened the car door, took my snacks, and also grabbed Yao Keyi's bag that she had left on the seat.

As I walked toward her with the items, I noticed that Sang Qi had turned around and come back at some point. At this moment, Yao Keyi was keeping a low profile, probably knowing she looked like a ghost; she didn't throw herself at him. Instead, she sat in Sang Qi's car with the assistance of his bodyguard.

I tossed Yao Keyi's bag over, "Your bag!"

Then I sat down by the roadside, while Sang Qi stood several meters away from me, looking down authoritatively, "Aren't you leaving?"

At least he had some humanity, noticing our accident and stopping to check on us.

"I called the police, I have to wait for them to come." I told him, looking up.

His gaze lingered on my leg. "You're injured."

I was wearing thin-washed denim, which was thin enough that it had torn, and blood was seeping out from inside.

I pulled out the hem of my T-shirt and tied it tightly around my calf. Getting injured was routine when I worked as a reporter.

This simple bandaging should hold until the police arrive.

I hung my head down, resting it on my knees; the bleeding was making me feel a bit dizzy.

I could feel him approaching me, his tall figure bent down toward me, then he reached out and picked me up.

"I'm fine." I told him softly, "You go ahead and take Yao Keyi to the hospital first!"

He didn't utter a word, carried me to the car, then placed me in the back seat, sitting beside Yao Keyi.

I heard his magnetic voice giving orders to an assistant, "You stay and explain to the police."

Then he got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

The car started moving, presumably taking us to the hospital.

Yao Keyi covertly checked her reflection in a small mirror, then wiped her face clean with a wet tissue.

She probably wanted to redo her makeup; I was amazed by her – concerned about her appearance even at such a time.

As she touched up her makeup, she intermittently cried out, "It hurts so much, it's killing me, I'm sure there will be a scar on my leg."

I looked down at her ankle and compared to mine, her injury was nothing, just a scrape.

"It's nothing, a scratch like this won't leave a scar."

She looked at me dubiously, "Really?"

"Really." I handed her a piece of milk candy, "Eating this will calm your nerves."

She took it and popped it in her mouth, "Milk flavor, huh? I don't like dairy products."

Even at a time like this, she was picky. I, with a candy in my mouth, closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat.

My leg was in extreme pain, a drilling agony; I didn't know if the bone was injured. I felt cold sweat seep from my back, soaking my clothes.

Yet Yao Keyi kept talking to me, "Hey, Xia Zhi, you should have warned me earlier so I wouldn't have crashed."

"Hey, Xia Zhi, when you pulled my foot earlier, did you do that on purpose? My leg hurts so much."

"Hey, Xia Zhi, why is your face so pale?"

My face was aching, how could it look good?

Couldn't she just shut up?

I placed my hand on the shoulder of the man in the front seat, gritted my teeth and said to him, "Stop the car, I want to get out."

I'd rather take a taxi to the hospital than listen to Yao Keyi's nagging, which was exacerbating my pain.

Sang Qi glanced back at me quickly, then instructed the driver to pull over.

I forcefully opened the car door, about to get out, when Sang Qi had already exited the car and bent down to pick me up.

"Just drop me on the side of the road," I said.

But he continued to carry me to the back of the car, which most likely had his bodyguards inside.

He carried me straight into the car, placing me beside him.

"Drive," he commanded.

That was better. As long as I wasn't sitting with Yao Keyi, I was in peace. I could endure the leg pain.

"Does it hurt?" he asked me.

I smiled through gritted teeth, "What do you think?"

I wasn't like Yao Keyi, I wouldn't coquettishly seek his pity. Enduring the pain would get me through it.

Throughout it all, I never made a sound.

By the time we reached the hospital, my head was feeling faint and hazy.

My wound was deep, the edge of a metal part from Yao Keyi's car had slashed my calf and required cleaning and stitches.

I was quite unlucky. Just when the doctor was preparing to stitch me up, he said that the local anesthetic had run out and he needed to go to the pharmacy to get more, asking me to wait a while.

The gash on my leg had split open wide, and any longer, it would bloom like a flower.

"Just sew it up, don't bother with anesthesia," I told the doctor.

The doctor was taken aback, and even Sang Qi gave me another glance.

"Without anesthesia, it will be excruciating," he said coldly.

I'm not stupid, how could I not know that?

But I am a bit allergic to local anesthesia; last time I had an anesthetic for a tooth extraction, it nearly killed me.

I simply stated, "Sew it up!"