2 Saving A Man

Su Li

"Complete all the payments as instructed and inform me if I missed any dues or something. " I instruct my assistant and start moving toward my car. It was already close to midnight before we finished wrapping up.

Since the engagement did not happen, I don't know whether we will receive the payment for the arrangements or not.

It was not the first time that events of such a large scale like this were cancelled. Most of the time we'd get paid but sometimes we are not.

Though there are laws and all but you can't expect us to go against any of the Rich families. I won't be doing this anymore if that happened. That was also one of the reasons why my boss never held me responsible if we suffered any loss. I also brought him immense profit through other orders. I think I have a decent reputation among the circle, and I love doing it except that it comes with dealing with all sorts of people.

Though this time Mr. Li confronted the other party, and with the help of evidence I gave them that Mo's family can't do anything, and if they tried to do something to the Li's it would be noticeable.

Though I am sure they will try to create some trouble here and there.

I am glad that she did not waste her life with that scumbag though.

I can't believe he did that to her. Then too you can't say anything about anyone.

I hop in my car and start the engine as I drive toward my apartment. It was a long day and I am tired as hell.

Thank god I don't have any more plans for next week. I am not sure after that. My boss doesn't like to see me relaxed.

I don't want to think about that right now.

The only thing which I can see right now is my bed.

I increase the speed as I think about it.

After driving for a while I see a car at the side of the road.

It might have been some accident. There's no need for me to do anything about it but I stop after glancing at the license plate.

Only a few influential people in the capital have it. Even though I don't know who it might be, he seems to be an important person.

I park my car near it and look around to see if someone came to the rescue or not.

I think I should just go home and sleep because if someone important would be in this car they will get aid sooner or later, but since I already know I will not be at ease.

I know if I leave right now I will have all kinds of thoughts like whether the person is safe or not.

"Shit." I curse under my breath.

I must be having some shifty luck today as I am running into trouble over and over again.

I try to open the door. The car has been badly damaged. There are bullet marks on the window.

Someone must have tried to shoot but since it was bulletproof they failed.

This is my sign. I should not get involved in this.

As I try to back away the driver's gate opens very slowly. I see a bloody hand trying to open the door with shaky hands. Even after trying so hard the man only managed to open it a little bit.

'Shit. Now I can't even run off. Can I? Why the heck out of all the people I landed myself in this situation? That was a bullet mark for God's sake.'

I sighed. Looks like I have no options left.

I reached to open the door and find a middle-aged man. He was trying to breathe very hard but even I, who had no medical knowledge or something, understood that it would be hard to save him.

He had a deep wound near his abdomen.

He was bleeding from top to bottom and I don't think I can distinguish his wounds at all.

In a situation like this, I asked the most stupid question.

"Are you okay?" I didn't realize that my voice came as a whisper. My legs gave away. I was already leaning against the door for support. Even though I had heard about such scenes so many times, it was actually the first time I saw something like this in my whole life.

I tried to calm myself down by taking deep breaths. They can't harm me and if I want to help them then I can't lose my mind.

And the hell I meant by asking that question. Of course, he was not okay. Am I serious?

"Pl…plea..please..s.. sa…save..ma..mas…master." The driver tried to say with much difficulty.

I nodded my head as if it was a piece of a cake for me.

My brain is not functioning anymore. So I did what the man said.

I parked my car as close as it could get to the back door.

I opened the back door and saw a man covered in blood.

A handsome man did I mention? I must have really lost my mind if I am actually saying that he is handsome in this kind of situation.

I thought that the person in this car would be in their 50s but it was the complete opposite. He seemed to be in his 20s.

'They must have been in some kind of fight before getting into the car because these injuries can't be from just a car accident. ' I assumed but then again I can't say anything for sure. I am not an expert after all, and there are people who die from car accidents.

So who knows how much you can get hurt from it? But then again there were bullet marks too.

I shake my head. I need to focus on the situation right in front of me rather than assuming what happened. I don't know what I have gotten myself into already.

I bent over and picked up the man. Even though I have trained for years, he still felt a little heavy to me. I need to start training again.

I helped him get into my passenger seat. He must have fainted or something.

His breathing looked less labored than that of the driver.

Here I am again. Assuming things as if I am an expert or something.

I quickly rushed over to the driver intending to help him get into my car.

"Let me help you both to reach the hospital." I bend over to pick him up just like I did with that man.

"N…no…d..don…don't… ta… take.. him…t..to…the..hos…hospit.." His breathing stopped as he said the sentence.

I gasped. He died. He died in front of me. I can't process this. Not at all. Did he just die? I can't accept this. I stopped my car at night to help these people and he just died.

Can anyone talk sense into me because I seem to have lost mine?

I can't wrap my head around what just happened.

What am I supposed to do? He wanted to say that I should not take him to the hospital.

Why? Are they criminals?

I knew it. I should not have tried to help anyone. Seriously what I was thinking anyway.

I am not a kind person who goes and helps everyone around, so how did I end up in this mess?

I don't know how I reached home.

I only came to my senses when I dropped that man on the bed of my guest room.

He needs to be treated. How is he going to get treated if he doesn't go to the hospital?

I will think of that later. I need to shower right now.

My shirt was already soaked from blood.

"Sorry," I whispered an apology as I should see his wounds first but my brain was not working at all.

I can't process what is happening.

I took a quick shower and went to the guest room five minutes later with a first aid kit.

I cleaned his face first. He had a cut on his left cheek, and some bruising on his face.

Instead of making him look unsightly, the cut added to his handsomeness. He must be someone very important and powerful. Because despite being here for so long and meeting many people I never saw him.

I would have remembered him because of his face.

Anyways his face was a good distraction for me right now.

And the next step. I need to change his clothes.

I am sure God is taking some kind of revenge on me.

I take a deep breath but instead of calming me down it only increases my anxiety.

I bring out the pajamas which I bought for my father thinking that he can wear them when he comes over.

Someone else came instead.

Who is going to change his clothes now?