Bastard!

At the hospital.

After Han Cihui hung up the phone, he felt better. Whatever the reason for the girl's suicide, it was always a good thing for him. When her life was in danger, she asked for his help. He was not only her savior but also her last reliance.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth slowly curved into a smile. Suddenly the door of the emergency room opened and a Caucasian doctor in a white coat walked out.

Han Cihui immediately stood up and walked towards him. "Doctor, how is she?"

The Caucasian doctor took off his mask. "Her life is no longer in danger. Fortunately, you sent her here in time. If she had been a little late, it might have been difficult to save her."

Han Cihui heaved a long sigh of relief.

If the girl had died in his car, or if he had only found out about the girl's death after the incident, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

In the ward, the girl was sleeping peacefully.