When the nurse found Yan Mochen in the car, she was shocked by the scene in front of her and sucked in a breath of cold air. Was this a zombie crawling out of a movie?

Could he still be saved after losing so much blood?

A few nurses and doctors worked together to get Yan Mochen out of the car. They placed him on a stretcher and carried him to the operating room.

Le Yan was so bored that she sat outside and played games. The surgery lasted for two hours, and Le Yan played for two hours.

When Yan Mochen was pushed out of the operating room, it was already evening. Le Yan massaged her sore neck. Playing games was tiring.

" Hello, family member of the patient. The patient is out of danger, but…"

The chief surgeon took a few reports and walked towards Le Yan who was sitting on the chair. Le Yan stood up and interrupted the doctor.

"I'm not a family member."

The doctor glanced at her, and his gaze slowly changed. This young lady looked like she had just turned eighteen, and she was already taking a taxi at eighteen.

Although there were many people who dropped out of school, and there were many who were younger than her who came out to work, it was better not to drive a taxi if she was not good at driving.

"I didn't hit her…"

Le Yan was a little speechless. Couldn't it be that she was kind-hearted and did good deeds? That was why this incident told us not to do good deeds easily.

"…Let's go pay the fees first…"

The doctor handed her a bill. Le Yan took it and saw the math on it. She understood why the driver had escaped. Wasn't this number killing people?

Le Yan took out her cell phone and calmly dialed 110. She was not a fool, so why should she pay this money?

The call was picked up after a few beeps. Le Yan explained everything clearly after a while. She was just a taxi driver, not the driver. Even if she had to take responsibility, she couldn't take full responsibility.

The police arrived very quickly. Although Le Yan had already told him what had happened over the phone, she was still taken back to make a statement for the sake of the process.

police office

"Name."

"Yan Ge."

"A student?"

"Yes, a few hours ago. Officer, I dropped out of school a few hours ago and went home. You must have taken a taxi to get home, right? The taxi driver was the one who hit her, and I just took a taxi."

Le Yan spread her hands. If it were up to her, it was still Yan Mochen's problem. They were walking on a straight road and there were no other intersections. Le Yan guessed that he must have suddenly appeared.

"If you don't believe me, you can find out who drove the taxi."

"Miss Yan, do you remember what the taxi driver looked like?"

Le Yan shook her head. Why was she looking at the driver?

"Thank you for the information, Miss Yan. We will contact you if we need it."

The police officer who was taking notes closed his notebook and raised his head to speak to Le Yan.

"Officer Zhang, the hospital just sent news that the patient in the car accident has woken up."

"Alright, I understand."

"Miss Yan, do you need us to send you back?"

Officer Zhang stood up and tidied up the white papers on the table. He turned around and looked at Le Yan.

"Thank you, Officer Zhang. It's okay. I can go back by myself."

When Le Yan came out of the police station, it was already dark. It was obviously unrealistic to go home now, so she could only find a small hotel to stay for the night.

"Host, why don't you wait for the villain to wake up in the hospital? Making friends with the villain is beneficial to the host."

Whitey scratched its ears and asked in confusion.

"I have my own plans. Little Bai, you don't have to worry about it. Do you want some cat food? It's new."

Le Yan sat on the bed and threw a bag of cat food on the bed. She picked up Little White and placed it on her lap. She tore open the bag of cat food and poured out a little of it, placing it by Little White's mouth.

"Host, the system doesn't need to eat, and it can't eat."

Little White rubbed against Le Yan's leg and couldn't help but let out a rumbling sound.

Le Yan felt it was a pity that she had raised a cat that would not get sick. She did not expect it to be a system. She put the cat food back into the bag, clapped her hands, and hugged Little White to turn off the lights and sleep.