CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 150 IS IT VERY PAINFUL (6)

No one knew how much time had passed when the frenzied wild horses finally collapsed to the ground, leaving only dust swirling in the air.

Only then did he release his grip, and Qiao Mo hurriedly crawled out from under him, her eyes red as she looked at the man lying limp on the ground, grabbing onto his large hand and shaking it.

"Fu Nancheng... how are you?"

He merely lowered his gaze, motionless.

The once resolute, handsome face was now exceptionally pale.

"Doctor! Someone’s injured here!" Qiao Mo waved urgently to the emergency team rushing over, scrambling to stand.

But as soon as she moved, she was pulled back again, falling back down beside him.

Qiao Mo was stunned, her gaze falling on the well-defined hand.

He clung tightly to her left hand, refusing to let go. When she tried to stand, his arm lifted along with her...

"Fu Nancheng..."

Qiao Mo’s eyes stung, leaving her too bewildered to react.

Meanwhile, Shen Tingting and Yu Xiaoqin stood on the stands, staring blankly in their direction.

Yu Xiaoqin couldn’t help but shout in anger, "Qiao Mo’s really lucky! But who is that man... risking his life to save her!"

"Shut up! If it weren’t for your meddling, he wouldn’t even be aware of Qiao Mo!" Shen Tingting barked, her eyes bloodshot.

Watching the disheveled figures on the track from afar, they were an eyesore.

Yu Xiaoqin was somewhat resentful; trying to blame her now when she was the one who wanted Qiao Mo out of school.

Shen Tingting turned and quickly descended the stands, heading toward Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo.

Yu Xiaoqin glared at her retreating figure, spitting angrily, "Pah! You’re just ugly, and he doesn’t care about you, so why take it out on me? Just because you have a bit of dirty money, acting all high and mighty!"

Shen Tingting hurried to Fu Nancheng’s side, her heart aching at the sight of his pale face.

His handsome face, like white jade, was smudged with dust, and his once neat suit was now a crumpled mess.

But despite this, his allure remained undiminished.

"Doctor... how is he? How is he..."

Looking at the unconscious man, Qiao Mo knelt beside him, nervously watching the arriving emergency doctor.

The doctor first checked his breathing, frowning, "No breath."

Qiao Mo’s mind went blank, staring dumbly at the man on the ground...

No breathing... no breathing...

He... he was just holding her hand tightly moments ago?

How could he not be breathing!

Looking again, she realized his grip on her hand had at some point fallen weakly.

Though still grasping her hand, there was no strength left in it.

"Doctor? Save him... he can’t die... he can’t die! He was breathing not long ago, there’s still time!" Qiao Mo pleaded urgently.

As soon as the words left her mouth, another doctor said, "I’ve already checked; there are no lung contusions, pneumothorax, liver or spleen ruptures, or spinal injuries. Artificial respiration can be performed."

"Ar... artificial respiration?" Qiao Mo hesitated, glancing at his thin lips before looking up at the doctor.

The two doctors looked serious, one speaking, "Is the injured your boyfriend? Artificial respiration needs to be administered immediately. If resuscitated in time, he might regain consciousness..."

"He... he’s not..."

Qiao Mo started to explain, but then stopped herself.

Is there any point in saying that at a time like this?

No matter what, he was injured trying to save her...

Leaning down, her gaze fell on his appealing thin lips, inching closer.

Just as she was about to make contact with his lips, Qiao Mo closed her eyes.

But before the two lips could meet, a sudden force pushed Qiao Mo to the ground.