The thug’s words had reached this point, leaving Lin ngyao with no doubts. "Who sent you? My uncle, my second uncle, or my siblings?" Lin ngyao asked coldly.
"Tsk, why are you so annoying, woman? Stop babbling in front of and get lost. Your brother Biao doesn’t follow the rule of not hitting won. If you piss off, I’ll hit you even if you’re a woman," yelled the yellow-haired youth who called himself Brother Biao, standing up and brandishing a stick in a threatening manner. He was a head taller than Lin ngyao, and his imposing presence did have a hint of a gangster from a Hong Kong film; if an ordinary girl were standing before him, she might indeed be scared stiff. However, Lin ngyao was not an ordinary girl.
The noon sun was scorching, with no shade at the construction site. The fiery sunlight beat down on them unimpeded, making even the air feel restless.
Lin ngyao’s dust-covered face was burnt with pain, and beads of sweat traced paths down her face, leaving pale, powdery trails. She looked up at the sun and said without stepping back, "I don’t know how much they paid you to cause trouble here, but I’m willing to pay double. I hope you’ll take your n and leave."
"Damn it, don’t you understand human speech, woman? I told you to stop yapping." Brother Biao wasn’t soone who could handle the heat well. He was already unhappy about being assigned this task, and the hot weather only added to his irritability. Lin ngyao’s persistent chatter ignited his temper, making him itch to smash sothing to vent.
"No matter how much you pay, I won’t leave. This isn’t about money; it’s about the code of the underworld. Brother Biao wouldn’t break the rules, understand?" Brother Biao’s finger jabbed at Lin ngyao’s forehead, each jab heavier than the last, causing Lin ngyao to recoil like a child.
"I don’t understand your underworld code. I only know that my construction site needs to operate, so please leave and don’t delay my schedule," Lin ngyao insisted, her stubborn gaze stirring Brother Biao’s tightly wound nerves. He clenched his jaw, then laughed, "Do you really think I won’t hit you?" As soon as he finished speaking, and before Lin ngyao could react, the stick in Brother Biao’s hand struck her head hard.
Bright red blood trickled down Lin ngyao’s forehead, staining the entire sky red. The workers at the site dialed ergency services and the police. The police took these people away, but the blood remained on the ground. It was certain that no work would be done today. Most of the workers, except for a few who followed the ambulance, returned to their dormitories.
So, when Xu Ke arrived at the construction site full of excitent, he found it quiet, with no signs of activity.
Xu Ke frowned, feeling uneasy. After carefully checking the address and confirming he hadn’t gone astray, Xu Ke located the workers’ dormitory and knocked on a random door.
"Who are you looking for?" The man who opened the door saw a stranger and looked wary. Lately, they had been harassed by these thugs, and seeing anyone unfamiliar made them anxious.
"Is there anyone nad Lin ngyao here? I’m her..." Xu Ke started to say he was Lin ngyao’s husband, but recalling her words before she left, decided to change his wording, "I’m her friend. I ca to see her today, but she wasn’t here. Do you know where she went?"
Xu Ke’s deanor was different from those who usually ca to cause trouble. Furthermore, he claid to be Lin ngyao’s friend, which put the man at ease. Frowning with concern, he said, "Are you talking about Supervisor Lin? She got hit and was taken to the hospital. Blood was everywhere; they just called an ambulance to take her."
"What did you say? Which hospital?" Xu Ke was montarily dazed by the man’s words, feeling as if the world was spinning around him, a chill rushing to his head. As soon as he composed himself, he grabbed the man’s shoulder and anxiously asked.
"The nearby Ren’ai Hospital," the man replied, observing Xu Ke’s frantic expression.
Before the man finished speaking, Xu Ke took off running. The construction site was quite remote, with only one bus route that ran three tis a day and not a single taxi in sight. Xu Ke had co incognito, hoping to see Lin ngyao secretly, so he had taken a taxi here. As a result, he had no mode of transportation. Fortunately, there was an unlocked bicycle by the roadside, and Xu Ke rode it away.
Like a tireless robot, Xu Ke pedaled with all his might towards Ren’ai Hospital, a singular thought in his mind: to see Lin ngyao!
At noon, there was only one patient brought in by the ergency vehicle, making it easy to find. When Xu Ke reached the outside of Lin ngyao’s hospital room, her head injury had already been treated. The doctor was explaining Lin ngyao’s condition to the two workers who had co along.
"Doctor, how is she?" Xu Ke, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath as if he had been pulled out of water, asked the doctor with anxious eyes filled with worry.
"What is your relationship with the patient inside?" The doctor asked, looking at the man who suddenly rushed in.
"I’m her husband. How is she?"
"It’s nothing serious, just a mild concussion. She’ll wake up by evening. When she wakes, she might experience vomiting, tinnitus, loss of appetite, nausea, and headache, but these are normal symptoms, so there’s no need for excessive worry. Don’t let her do intense activities, avoid excessive fatigue, and keep her emotionally stable. She should recover in about two weeks," the doctor explained thoroughly.
"I see. Thank you, doctor." Hearing that Lin ngyao was not in serious trouble, Xu Ke finally released his pent-up breath and collapsed to the ground, overwheld with relief that Lin ngyao was okay.
"Are you alright? Do you need help to rest?" asked one of the two n who recently learned Xu Ke’s identity, scratching his head and speaking to Xu Ke earnestly.
"No, I just need a mont. Tell what exactly happened. Who injured my wife?" Xu Ke stood up, leaning against the corridor wall for support, his energy severely depleted, legs slightly trembling, though the fierce look in his eyes was not to be underestimated.
Without hesitation, the two workers poured out the details to Xu Ke as if pouring beans from a bamboo pole, recounting not only what happened today but also the recent disturbances at the construction site, leaving nothing out.
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