A Successful Evening
Miss Rong had to be carried to the city in an ambulance, tightly strapped to a stretcher. The ride down the mountain was bumpy, and Xiajun did not drive well, considering all the injuries he had suffered. But still, he refused to let anyone else drive him all the way.
"Thank you," Xiajun shook hands with the ambulance driver and the kind nurse who had insisted on coming along, once Miss Rong had successfully been admitted into the hospital at Xiajun's expense. Though he tried to convince both of them to stay, they refused, saying they had to get back to their families at once.
So off they went, on the long journey back.
Xiajun, too, decided it was about time he headed home. The dawn had bled into morning, and the morning almost into evening. In order to not upset his only living relatives, he had to make haste.
He started to drive home but halfway through, he remembered something critical.