Chapter 4: Sir, please hold on

Her original surname is Jiang. After she arrived in Fan City, she changed her surname to Lan and was named Lan Xin.

"Bang……"

There was a harsh sound of brakes in front of the taxi, and then a strong impact sound was heard.

The taxi driver braked urgently, and Lan Xin leaned forward without control.

Lan Xin was hit in the front row, which instantly made her dizzy.

"This lady seems to have an accident ahead. It seems that the brakes have failed." said the taxi driver in front.

Lan Xin shook her mind and glanced at the scene of the car accident. It was around 6 o'clock in the morning and there were still few cars on the expressway.

Lan Xin didn't think much about it and quickly opened the car door and got out.

"Oh, Miss, have you not paid yet?" The middle-aged taxi driver shouted at Lan Xin who ran out, as if he didn't want to spread the muddy water.

Lan Xin frowned slightly, took out the money from her shoulders and handed it to the driver. Finally, she ran to the place where the car accident was in the event without looking back.

The taxi she had just taken whizzed past her.

The white skirt was lifted up, and she didn't care about it, but quickly took out the phone and called the first aid number.

The car that had the accident was a luxury limited edition car. Lan Xin walked over and took a picture of the window.

"Sir, are you okay?" Lan Xin saw a man lying on the steering wheel through the car window, bleeding from his forehead, and the airbag had been bounced out.

"Sir, sir..." Lan Xin called out a few more times, but the people inside still did not respond.

Lan Xin reached out and pulled the car door, but she didn't expect the car door to be opened by her.

"Sir, are you okay?" Lan Xin looked at the man lying on the steering wheel and was still aware of the blood flowing down her head.

"Sir, are you okay?" Lan Xin helped him up and looked at the bleeding from his forehead. Blood dripped along his cheeks and bright blood blossomed on the noble and white shirt.

Lan Xin's eyes were shocked, and the bright red blood was dazzling.

She quickly flipped through her backpack, holding a soft handkerchief, Lan Xin's hands tightened, and the handkerchief was printed with the painting of her daughter's award. Lan Xin made a cruel decision and pressed the wound on the man's forehead.

It's still early now, and there are very few vehicles on the expressway. Occasionally, those who pass by are also whizzing by.

Lan Xin felt anxious and hoped that the ambulance would come soon.

As soon as she turned sideways, her arm was suddenly tightly held by a big hand like iron pliers.

Lan Xin looked at the man suddenly, looking painful, his face covered in blood, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

"Sir, hold on, the ambulance will come soon."

Lan Xin's hands were covered with blood. She frowned slightly and waited for about twenty minutes before she saw an ambulance coming.

When the ambulance staff was lifting the man onto a stretcher, the man still held her hand. Lan Xin thought for a while and happened to be able to take the ambulance back to the city, so she got into the ambulance.

In a hospital in Jiang City, in a ward filled with disinfectant, the man lying on the hospital bed had his forehead been treated. The man was not seriously injured, had a slight concussion, and had a few stitches on his forehead.

Lan Xin then looked at the man's appearance carefully. His fair skin was now covered with a sickly pale look, with clear and deep facial features, with clear and angular coldness, thick sword eyebrows, high nose bridge, beautiful lips, noble and arrogance. There are few such handsome men in the world.
Chapter completed!