My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 965: Must Leave
"Mummy, what happened?" Yuanyuan was utterly shocked and steadied Ye Lu, her concern evident.
Ye Lu didn’t know how to explain to them, and was just about to say it was nothing.
But then she heard Third Young Master Jun groan from behind her.
"Daddy, what’s wrong with you? You’re covered in blood." Yiyi’s voice was filled with panic.
Ye Lu suddenly turned around and saw Third Young Master Jun as pale as a sheet, his lips drained of colour. His body softened, and he braced himself with one hand on the arm of the sofa to prevent himself from collapsing. Yiyi was tenderly supporting him, her little face full of worry.
Ye Lu’s heart jumped, and she rushed over to gently help him lie down on the sofa. Seeing his stern, pale face drenched in cold sweat, he wore an expression of utter exhaustion.
"I’m fine," Third Young Master Jun grasped the little girl’s hand, managing a weak smile.
"Still saying you’re fine." Ye Lu sensed something was off by looking at him, and it suddenly occurred to her the kick he had intercepted for her in the auction hall. She had almost heard the sound of bones cracking then.
Yet he had acted as if nothing was wrong, then took her backstage, where he killed with such lethal efficiency that it was impossible to tell he was injured. She truly believed he hadn’t been hurt, that the injury from the kick wasn’t serious.
But now, it was clear that he had been enduring all along, taking her out of danger. Certainly, his injury had worsened.
Thinking about how he’d just been in a gunfight, all the dangerous maneuvers, rolling, jumping, she felt a sense of alarm. All that tumbling around must have made the wound on his back much worse.
"It’s the injury on your back, isn’t it? No, we need to get to the hospital now." Ye Lu quickly picked up the phone. What was the emergency number here? Oh God, she didn’t know.
Third Young Master Jun opened his eyes, his brow furrowed, and he snatched the phone from her hand.
"What are you doing?" Ye Lu was astounded.
However, Third Young Master Jun didn’t pay attention to her and quickly dialed a number, his expression tense and serious.
"Ilid, I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve run into some big trouble, and I need to leave Southern Europe immediately. Help me expedite a flight to your country. Make it fast!"
Ye Lu’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Leaving by plane at a time like this, has he lost his mind?
The person on the other end agreed readily. They were close friends; when a brother was in trouble, there was no need for lengthy explanations. Ilid used his special authority to contact the airports on both ends and secured an emergency takeoff clearance.
Third Young Master Jun let out a sigh of relief, his hand going limp and his phone sliding out of his grasp.
Ye Lu caught it, looking at him with frustration: "Are you out of your mind? You need to get to the hospital for surgery right now. If you keep moving around, do you want to die? You guys come here right now, help me get him into the car, we’re going to the hospital."
Ye Lu ordered the two bodyguards standing by the door.
This man had always had incredible endurance. Seeing such a look of weakness and pain on his face indicated his condition was dire; his bones were probably broken, or he might have even sustained internal injuries.
He should be taken to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately.
The two bodyguards hurried over, intending to help Third Young Master Jun up.
But they were swept by Third Young Master Jun’s cold, piercing gaze: "You haven’t forgotten who you’re supposed to obey, right? I order you to pack up immediately and head to the airport."
The two bodyguards went pale, glanced at Ye Lu, and ultimately didn’t dare to disobey. They immediately went to get ready.
Ye Lu was livid: "Love to push yourself to the limit, then keep at it!"
She was so angry that she walked away, he just didn’t realize how worried everyone was about him.
But his cold hand grasped hers tightly, pulling her back.
The look on his face had softened considerably.
"I’m glad you’re worried about me, but I have to leave right now for reasons I must. Don’t worry, I won’t die!"
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