Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Hearing Yan Moshen's words, Lin Lulu was shocked.

He gently wiped his face with a handkerchief, the soft touch carrying the faint warmth of his fingertips, as if it entered his heart through his pores, slowly healing the wounds inflicted by his trampling.

A lifetime?

These four simple words are enough to make any woman in the world fall for them.

"Hey!" three men dressed like thugs suddenly yelled at them, "Are you Yan Moshen?"

Yan Moshen frowned. "Who are you?"

Instinctively, he shielded Lin Lulu behind him.

Lin Lulu also became vigilant.

The three men each held a steel pipe as thick as their wrists, tapping it against their palms with an air of lawless arrogance.

"Who do you care who we are! Someone paid us to break your hand, so shut up! Mission accomplished, I'm off to a bar!"

After saying that, the three of them approached Yan Moshen and Lin Lulu together.

Although it's a bit out of the way, it's just around the corner from the city center.

Yan Moshen grabbed Lin Lulu's hand and ran.

From the time he was old enough to understand, his family placed high hopes on him to study medicine.

He didn't delve much into things outside of medicine.

He's really not good at fighting.

Seeing that those people were there to cut off his hand, the only thing he could do was run.

But the other side was prepared and wouldn't let them escape.

Lin Lulu immediately cried out, "Help! Help!"

Passersby witnessed this scene, but none of them dared to approach.

If you accidentally hurt yourself in this kind of thing, that would be terrible!

The three thugs exchanged glances, then swung their steel pipes and began to beat Yan Moshen wildly.

Yan Moshen was unable to dodge in time and was hit hard on the back with a blunt object. Immediately afterwards, several more blunt objects fell heavily on him.

My body was in so much pain that I couldn't move for a moment.

"Uncle! No! Help! Help me!" Lin Lulu cried and shouted, but it was no use at all.

She was too weak; once someone grabbed her wrist, she couldn't break free at all.

Amidst the beatings, Yan Moshen forced out his voice: "Let her go!"

"You're in deep trouble now!" One of them grabbed him, pulled out his right arm, and slammed it to the ground. "What a pity! Such a beautiful hand, about to be ruined!"

Lin Lulu's eyes widened, and her whole body went numb.

"Let him go! Let him go now! How much money do you want! I can give you money! Ten million, fifty million, is that enough!" His voice was choked with sobs.

"We've already gotten a lot of money, and we can't afford to offend the people who hired us," the man gripping Lin Lulu whispered. "You overestimated yourself! Daring to touch Young Master Jing's woman! You deserve for him crippling your hand!"

"Wh...what?" Lin Lulu froze, turning to look at the man behind her. "Who...did you say?"

Jing Shao?

Does it refer to an older man?

"I didn't say anything!" The man, seemingly worried he'd said the wrong thing, quickly changed the subject. "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and do it! Are you going to make the police come?"

Lin Lulu's face paled, and she looked at Yan Moshen with a cold and fierce gaze.

His eyes widened, the hairs on his body stood on end, all his senses were weakened, and only his vision became particularly sensitive.

I watched helplessly as the stick cleaved down from above.

"Snap—"

The moment the steel pipe fell, it made a sound, not loud, but with the force to crack the ground, triggering the deepest fear in people.

"Ah—" Yan Moshen screamed in agony, nearly fainting from the pain.

"Uncle!" Lin Lulu shouted until her voice was hoarse.

The grip on her loosened at that moment, and she ran towards him, hugging him tightly. "Uncle! Uncle, how are you? I'll call an ambulance right away!"

My hands were trembling as I held the phone to make a call; even pressing a key on the touchscreen was an incredibly difficult task.

After she finished doing all those things, she was surprised to find that her palms were sweaty.

When she looked closely at Yan Moshen again, her eyes stung, and large tears involuntarily fell down her cheeks.

What kind of pain is that!

It turned a grown man's face ashen.

Yan Moshen lay in her arms, his refined and gentle face contorted with pain, his complexion as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes weakly closed, barely revealing a slit, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead, flowing down his cheeks in a shocking way, like blood.

"Uncle, just bear with it, the ambulance will be here soon! Tell me, what can I do now to ease your pain?" Lin Lulu asked.

"I...I'm...okay..." he managed to utter a few words. "Lulu, don't...cry."

Lin Lulu nodded frantically.

That horrifying scene kept replaying in her mind, making her tremble with fear.

My gaze fell on his hands, which were hidden by the cuffs of his suit and lay scattered on one side of his body, as if they were separate from his body.

"Uncle, I'm so sorry, it's all because of me!" Lin Lulu cried, "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The sound of the ambulance grew louder as it approached, and the police quickly arrived. Lin Lulu got into the ambulance, and the scene was chaotic.

In the shadows around the corner, a man stood watching all this, and coldly laughed, "Overestimating yourself! Humph!" Then, he turned and left.

**

At the entrance of the emergency room, Lin Lulu cooperated in giving her statement, but her mind was blank. Apart from repeatedly replaying the scene in her mind, she had no idea what to do.

What will happen to Yan Moshen?

When that steel pipe landed on his hand, would his hand... break?

No!

He is a doctor. He studied medicine for so many years so that one day he could make a difference in medicine.

If his hand is broken, then...

"Lulu!" Jing Sichen's anxious voice rang out from not far away, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

He, who always does everything methodically, is now running.

He received a call saying that Lin Lulu hadn't gone to class but had instead met Yan Moshen, and then encountered some thugs who retaliated against her, resulting in serious injuries. So he rushed to the hospital.

hateful!

Who dares to hurt her!

Lin Lulu stared at Jing Sichen, her tearful eyes suddenly filled with vigilance. When he approached, she pushed him away forcefully and took several large steps back.

Seeing him was like seeing a vengeful ghost coming to claim my life.

Jing Sichen stopped abruptly, sensing that something he didn't know had happened.

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled. "Where are you hurt? Lulu! Say something! Don't scare me!"