CHAPTER 258: CHAPTER 258: SU JUNLING HAS A CAR ACCIDENT

The film set was in the deep mountains.

The mountain roads were narrow and full of bends.

There were many winding mountain paths, always requiring caution around the turns.

A moment of inattention could send a car with its passengers plunging down the hundred-meter cliff.

Su Junling was extremely tense.

He stared into the darkness ahead.

Even in the dead of night, the sky was not purely black, and the contours of distant mountains were faintly visible.

The ancient mountains stood there, immovable, making him seem insignificant and pitiful.

A surge of anger roamed his chest, driving him to the brink of madness.

Su Junling hit the brakes and threw open the car door.

He stood alone in the biting cold wind.

The chill gradually numbed his limbs and blood.

The car’s engine had shut off automatically after being idle for some time.

There was no moon tonight, just a few stars.

Darkness surrounded him on all sides.

Su Junling stood in the dark, repeatedly dialing Fu Bing’s number.

No one answered each time.

Su Junling felt as if a giant hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

If only he hadn’t fallen for Fu Bing, how good would that have been?

She was his sister; it would have been enough just to happily await her return home.

But he had placed her at the center of his heart.

He was always proud and aloof, but he was different with Fu Bing.

He stood by her side through thick and thin.

Whatever she wanted, he was willing to give her.

At this moment, his phone’s battery was dangerously low.

Han Liying’s call came through right then.

Just seeing that number, a deeper anger surged up in him without warning.

He raised his hand, and the phone tumbled from his grasp, disappearing into the bottomless cliff.

Su Junling turned and got back into the car.

The vehicle sped through the cold wind, hurtling down the mountain.

Suddenly, a boulder appeared in the road without warning.

It was already too late for Su Junling to hit the brakes.

The car was going downhill too fast. Even though he slammed on the brakes as quickly as possible, the car still crashed into the boulder.

BANG!

Su Junling only felt a jolt, and then completely lost consciousness.

Just before losing consciousness, he thought, How good it would be if I died. Fu Bing would remember me forever...

Han Liying had called him over ten times, but Su Junling never picked up.

She turned to call his assistant.

"Xiaoliang, are you with Director Su?"

"Director Su gave the entire crew the day off an hour ago. Later, I heard from the assistant director that he drove off somewhere," Xiaoliang replied respectfully.

Han Liying’s brow twitched, a bad premonition spreading in her heart.

"Gather some people from the crew and start searching for him right away. I’ve been calling him for a while, and no one’s answering. I’m worried," she said.

"Okay, I’ll go right away," Xiaoliang agreed.

Xiaoliang quickly assembled several groups to search for Su Junling in different directions.

There weren’t many entertainment options in the deep mountains, and the village had only about twenty households.

Those searching in the village asked every household but found no one.

Xiaoliang and the assistant director split up to search the two roads leading out of the mountains.

When Xiaoliang’s headlights finally found Su Junling’s car, his blood ran cold.

Su Junling had been driving his Porsche.

The entire front of the car looked like it had melted into the boulder.

Xiaoliang urgently notified the crew to bring a doctor and medical supplies.

After making the call, he and a few bodyguards got out to check Su Junling’s injuries.

Su Junling’s face was covered in blood.

The bodyguard, trembling, checked the pulse in his neck.

It took a while before a faint pulse was detected; it was unclear if the difficulty was due to the bodyguard’s trembling hands or Su Junling’s extremely weak vital signs.

The bodyguards worked together. One got into the back seat and used a high-powered flashlight to see if Su Junling was trapped.

As it turned out, Su Junling’s leg was wedged between the seat and the dashboard, the brake and accelerator pedals piercing his calf.

The bodyguards broke out in a cold sweat, carefully moving Su Junling out of the car.

The film crew’s doctor arrived quickly.

No one dared to waste a moment.

Xiaoliang had already called 120 for an ambulance while they were rescuing Su Junling.

The ambulance was waiting on the other side of the huge boulder.

Using the light from their flashlights, everyone slowly but steadily carried the stretcher over.

Dr. Yang from the film crew also boarded the ambulance.

His experience was much richer than a township doctor’s, and the medical supplies he carried were also superior.

As soon as Dr. Yang got on the ambulance, he said, "I am the on-set doctor hired by Director Su. My surname is Yang, and I am a medical Ph.D.

"I mean no disrespect to you all, but Director Su’s current condition is critical, and there is no room for error. Please understand."

The paramedics, hearing he was a medical Ph.D., completely deferred to him.

"Doctor, please lead the way, and let us know what you need at any moment," they said.

Dr. Yang nodded and immediately began emergency treatment, giving Su Junling several injections.

Then he quickly cleaned the wounds.

Internal injuries couldn’t be accurately diagnosed on the spot. They could only be inferred from his external wounds and symptoms to prepare for appropriate emergency treatment.

By the time the ambulance arrived at the city hospital, Dr. Yang had already treated all the external injuries, and Su Junling had been pulled back from the brink of death.

As soon as the doors opened, people inside and outside the vehicle quickly and steadily moved the gurney out of the ambulance and rushed it into the operating room.

After introducing himself, Dr. Yang followed the duty doctor into the operating room.

The duty doctor, seeing that Su Junling’s wounds had already been treated, couldn’t help but admire the steady hands of the medical Ph.D.

They quickly took X-rays and made preparations for the operation.

Xiaoliang collapsed at the entrance of the operating room, his legs giving out.

He knew he couldn’t rest.

He composed himself and called the Su family.

"Mrs. Su, Director Su had a car accident coming down the mountain. He is currently undergoing surgery in the operating room," he said.

Han Liying turned pale, and for once, she lost her temper.

"How could you let him drive? Don’t you know how devastating tonight has been for him?" she snapped.

"We are sorry, it’s our fault," Xiaoliang replied.

"What’s the use of being sorry? Tell me where he is now! I’m on my way!"

Xiaoliang gave her the address.

He had a premonition that he and the bodyguards were about to lose their jobs.

Indeed, they had been negligent in their duties.

But what could they do if Director Su insisted on not being followed?

Director Su’s temperament was something he and the bodyguards knew all too well.

Yet, these were not excuses they could use to absolve themselves.

If they had been more attentive, they could have discreetly followed Director Su, keeping a safe distance. Then, even if the accident happened, help wouldn’t have been delayed for so long.

Xiaoliang wiped away his tears.

The bodyguards, dirty from head to toe, didn’t say a word.

They stood woodenly at the door of the operating room, not daring to leave for even a step.

The Su family members arrived two hours later, flying in on a private jet.

When they reached the hospital, it was already 3:00 a.m.

Seeing them approach, Xiaoliang and the bodyguards didn’t dare make a sound.

Before his parents could speak, Su Junxian said, "You all must be tired too. Go to a nearby hotel and rest for now. We can talk about this tomorrow."

Xiaoliang and the bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief and left somberly.

As dawn began to break, the operating room’s door opened.

Dr. Yang took off his mask and said, "The surgery went very smoothly, but his leg has suffered a comminuted fracture, and healing will take a long time. His spleen had ruptured and would require significant bed rest."

"We’ll keep him in the hospital for observation for a couple of days. If you agree, I will contact my cousin, Yang Ningzheng, to arrange for Ms. Fu’s medicine to be airfreighted for Director Su’s use."

"Please, Dr. Yang, arrange it as you see fit," they replied.

Dr. Yang nodded and followed the medical staff into the ward.

Once Dr. Yang finished his work, Su Junzhe arranged for him to stay at a nearby hotel.

Su Jiang and Han Liying sat by the bedside in silence.