From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 452: 210 Rescue (Second Update)_2

She looked at her trembling hands, suddenly clenching her left hand tightly with her right, and lowered her eyelashes.

The hospital was nearby, and it took less than five minutes to get there. When the ambulance doors opened, the medical team was waiting, and they quickly loaded the woman onto a stretcher, rushing her to the emergency room.

Ming Jing got out of the ambulance, and the rain got heavier.

At this time, another ambulance brought out a stretcher with a young man who had already woken up. He shouted, “Are you Ming Jing?”

Ming Jing walked up to him: “How are you?”

The young man shook his head: “I’m fine. Thank you for saving my mother. I saw everything.”

Ming Jing lowered her eyelashes, looking indifferent.

“Don’t be sad, I know you did your best.” The young man was pushed away by the nurse, and Ming Jing followed.

Outside the emergency room, Ming Jing’s bloodstained clothes were soaked through. She sat quietly on a plastic chair, water dripping from her clothes, attracting surprised glances from passing nurses.

“Is she Ming Jing? She looks like her, but I can’t believe it. Why is she here? Did she hit someone?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? The culprit ran away. She was the one who saved them.”

A kind-hearted nurse handed her a cup of hot water. Ming Jing looked up, took it, and softly said, “Thank you.” The nurse looked at the girl’s fair face with a few specks of blood, which made her already beautiful face all the more stunning and tragically beautiful.

At this time, the video of Ming Jing’s rescue had already spread online, causing a sensation.

In the video, the young girl knelt in the drizzle, calmly and quickly stopping the woman’s bleeding. Blood splattered on her face, but she didn’t even furrow her brow. The way she tore her skirt was beautiful and efficient, and her cry touched people’s hearts.

Some professionals pointed out that Ming Jing’s hemostasis technique was quite standard. In such a critical moment, she saved a life. Moreover, her initial chest compressions were even more impressive, connecting the Hegu and Zhongwan points of the Stomach Meridian, inducing gastric reflux, and forcing out the obstructing blood to prevent choking and asphyxiation in a state of shock. She must be very knowledgeable about Chinese medicine and emergency treatment methods.

However, the victim’s injuries were too severe. Even with professional hemostatic techniques, it was not enough to stop the Grim Reaper.

Once again, Ming Jing broke people’s perceptions of her. Her actions could no longer be simply described as kind-hearted.

It hadn’t been long since her interview with reporters after the Marseilles race.

A person’s nature is engraved in their bones; how long can they pretend?

Ming Jing was truly a person with great compassion, and no one would doubt it anymore.

At the same time, her phone was almost blowing up with messages and calls.

Ming Jing was unaware of the online storm she had caused. Looking at her hands, fair and slender, very beautiful, but now stained with fresh blood.

It was all too reminiscent of the snowy scene years ago, with Red Plum Blossoms blooming in the snow.

An icy wind blew in from somewhere, lifting Ming Jing’s bloodstained skirt. She sat motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

Seeing this, several nurses found the scene incredibly beautiful and heartbreakingly tragic, even more so than carefully crafted film visuals.

They secretly took a photo of Ming Jing and uploaded it online, which later became the most widely shared photo.

The light in the emergency room went off, and the doctor came out. Ming Jing stood up and walked over.

“Doctor, how is she now?”

The doctor, who had followed from the scene, was surprised to see Ming Jing still there. Her bloodstained clothes and emotionless black eyes staring at him made him feel suffocated.

The doctor said, “She’s temporarily out of danger. She’ll be in the ICU for a 24-hour observation. If she wakes up, she’ll be fine. You saved her by buying her precious rescue time.”

Ming Jing finally smiled, a very pure and warm smile. The doctor was stunned, staring at her as she walked away.

Ming Jing didn’t say a word and left the hospital. The rain became heavier, and she had lost her umbrella long ago.As she was about to step into the rain, an umbrella suddenly appeared above her head, shielding her from the storm.

Ming Jing turned her head, and under the umbrella, a young man with handsome features and a gentle, smiling gaze met her eyes.

“Are you planning on catching a cold in such heavy rain?”

“Mr. Ran, how come you’re here?”

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow, “I came to the hospital for a visit, just happened to run into you. It seems we have quite the fate.”

As they walked, Ming Jing said, “Thank you for the umbrella, Mr. Ran. I should go home now.”

“With such heavy rain, let me take you home.”

Ming Jing shook her head, “I want to walk alone.”

Ran Tengxiao replied, “I happen to have nothing to do as well. I’ll accompany you.”

Ming Jing did not say anything more, walking through the dreary rain. The damp mist rushed at her face, enveloping her in cold wind from every direction.

Ye Jian trailed behind them in his car, while Ye Shuang sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, watching the two figures walking side by side up ahead, her chest heaving with agitation.

“When did Master Xiao get involved with this woman?”

Ye Jian coldly said, “Watch your language.”

Ye Shuang’s face showed her defiance, “Master Xiao ignores important matters to follow a young girl around. Who would believe that if they heard it?”

“It’s not our place to interfere with what Master Xiao wants to do. Just do your job well.”

Ye Shuang snorted and turned her head away.

What happened next left her even more shocked. A car drove by, and as its speed caused deep puddles on the road to splash up, the man quickly turned around and held the girl in his arms, shielding her from the deluge.

Ye Shuang clenched her fists, “Senior Brother, I heard Master Xiao has a fiancée. What’s up with that?”

Ran Tengxiao felt the warm, soft body in his arms as an almost imperceptible faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. It seemed to have a numbing effect on his nerves, causing him to feel weak and a rush of blood from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, so much so that the hand wrapping around the girl’s waist trembled slightly.

Was this the Jialan Fragrance that his cousin mentioned?

As expected, the unique fragrance made one forget the mundane world.

Just as his mind was about to drift away, the girl in his arms took a step back, standing in the rain and giving him a calm glance.

That clear and cool gaze was like a basin of cold water being poured over him, instantly waking him up.

“Sorry, I was a bit abrupt.” Ran Tengxiao quickly collected his emotions, once again becoming the gentle and charming young master.

“You can go. I’ll go home by myself.” Ming Jing turned around and disappeared into the rain. Her slender figure grew more and more distant until it vanished completely.

Ran Tengxiao stood there until the girl’s figure was no longer visible, and then lowered his gaze to his hand.

He raised his fingertips to his nose and gently sniffed.

Hidden orchid scent, beautiful dream-like fragrance.

Ming Jing, oh Ming Jing, which side of you is the real one?

Let me uncover your disguise with my own hands.

Ran Tengxiao smiled, got into the car, and said calmly, “Let’s go, we’ll pay our respects to Mr. Gu.”

The rain seemed to be falling even heavier now.