Chapter 180 A Man was Hit


    ''I... I just want to wait for the person I ran over toe out of the operating room first. It''s not about him


    being alive or not. This is out of genuine concern, '' thought Jean.


    But then a question popped in her head: "Why are these policemen insistent to take me to the police


    station first?"


    "She won''t go with you. If you have any questions, just talk to mywyer." An out-of-breath Zed rushed


    in to reassure his cornered wife. As soon as heposed himself, he told the cops to back off in his


    usual peremptory fashion.


    "Mr. Zed..." The policemen suddenly looked embarrassed.


    The police was in a hurry right from the start. As soon as they got to know that the Mr. Zed''s wife had


    caused the ident, they arrived at the scene of the ident in a jiffy. Then, they followed the


    ambnce directly to the hospital and tagged Jean until she gave a statement, all before Mr. Zed


    arrived.


    But Mr. Zed was here now. It would be doubly difficult to take Jean away now that he had intervened.


    "Mr. Zed..." The policeman, who had been covertly forcing Jean all this while, thought the situation over


    and said, "I hope you understand, Mr. Zed. We are just following the rules."


    "I know. But if you have any questions, please talk to mywyer." Ignoring the police who still wanted to


    say something more, an anxious Zed took his trembling wife and inteced his arm with hers to lead


    her to a bench to talk in private.


    "Come on Jean, take a seat first. Did you get frightened just now with all the cops and the legal work?"


    Zed thought approaching this on a milder tone might ease Jean into talking with ease. He watched her


    with concern as she sat there nk in front of him.


    Jean''s dull expression was disturbing Zed. Jean, on the other hand, was shocked to see hime like


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    this. She was at a loss on how to respond to himing in such a hurry.


    His show of concern made the sweet-natured woman want to jump into her husband''s arms. After all,


    she was dying to vent her anxiety and fears.


    ''But now... how can I do this... just after I decided to get rid of my dependence on Zed?''


    Swallowing the bitter irony of the situation, Jean looked down and said in a sad, somber tone, "No


    matter how scared I am, I still have to face this. But... why are you here?" Thest part of her utterance


    contained a hint of surprise but she didn''t noticed this tone herself.


    "You have experienced such a serious ident just hours ago. How could I not be here? But more


    importantly, why didn''t you tell me first?" Zed scowled in defiance.


    He thought, ''I am your husband but you didn''t think of me first when you were most helpless.'' The


    silence between them became tense and added to Zed''s difort.


    "I was afraid at that time. It took me a while to wrap my head around what had happened… that I had


    hit and run somebody down and put their life in danger. Seeing the young man covered in blood made


    me gather my wits. All I could think of was to call an ambnce and call for rescue as soon as


    possible, " Pausing for breath, Jean looked up at Zed.


    "You''re right, I don''t mean to me you. But Jean, can you please contact me as soon as something


    like this happens from now on?" His stare pierced right through Jean''s unsureness.


    ''My wife has an ident but I am told by my subordinate about it first. What a warped equation this is.''


    Reflecting on their situation, Zed''s heart broke. He could sense that his beloved wife Jean had be


    somewhat different.


    But he couldn''t put his finger on what the difference was.


    Jean abruptly raised her head and fixedly looked at Zed as if she were trying to gauge something.


    The cruel, ruthless yboy image of Zed didn''t go with the man in front of her right now. He looked


    vulnerable to the slightest of words and actions. Who could tell that Zed was this sensitive?


    Truth be told, when Jean understood that somebody had been hit by her car, her very first thought was


    to call Zed, but...


    Jean felt the white-hot stab of pain as she thought: ''I am not the only one in his heart. What''s the point


    of calling him to bother him with my problems and worries?


    This will just add to our troubles.''


    And yet, when she saw a concerned Zed running towards the emergency ward, frantically trying to


    locate her, she knew he hade dropping everything the minute he knew this had happened.


    But then, Jean put two and two together. The police already knew about the ident. How could Zed


    not?


    His intelligencework, needless to say, was unparalleled.


    "Um... well." Wearing a demure look on her face, Jean swallowed and nodded a ''yes'' to Zed.


    Jean''s silent promise to him wore off all of Zed''s tensions and anxiety. A great mental burden melted


    away.


    "It''s all right. Don''t worry. Everything will get better soon." At the mention of the dire ident she had


    faced a few hours ago, Jean stiffened up and grew pale. He knew that she had just experienced a


    nightmare and it wasn''t easy getting out of it. Out of his instinctive to protect her, he held both of her


    hands in his whisperingfort and assurance.


    Zed''s rock solid presence made Jean let go a little. The ident and the chase to the hospital had


    worn her out. Not to forget the grilling by the police outside the operating room. Sleepy and tired, Jean


    rested her head on Zed''s shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.


    She had hardly slept a winkst night and now the ident in the morning had unnerved her. On top of


    this, she didn''t even know if the young man would survive the ident or not. It would be an


    understatement to say that Jean was presently overwhelmed.


    ''Let me be yearn for Zed''s warmth just for the time being. I need his love and tenderness right now!''


    Exhaustion had taken over Jean''s mind and body but neither could keep still.


    She kept her eyes wide and stared at the door of the operating room in a daze.


    The sight of the young brown haired man lying in a pool of blood gued her again and again.


    It was as if her heart was under a ruthless grip that made it impossible for it to beat.


    After what seemed to be a long interval of time, the door of the operating room creaked open.


    The young guilty woman by now had lost all hope. Seeing it open, she stood up in a heartbeat and ran


    towards the man wearing a surgical mask.


    "Doctor, how is the injured?" Tense like an animal, Jean grabbed the arm of the chief doctor and waited


    for him to say something anxiously.


    Instead of answering her, the chief doctor taking off his mask, looked at Zed.


    "Zed, what are you doing here?" An astonished doctor, first looked at Zed and then Jean, trying to


    guess what all this was about.


    "Uncle Elian, this is my wife, Jean Wen. Jean, this is Uncle Elian. He is the director of surgery in this


    hospital." Zed introduced them to each other.


    The reality of being Zed''s wife stung her again. ''How could I not meet people who Zed knows any and


    everywhere we go?''


    Still, she pushed the thought aside. After pouncing at him for help, Jean felt her cheeks hot with


    embarassment and said, "Hello, Uncle Elian."


    Elian Wang''s face rxed. He told her, "We have done a critical surgery and now await results. The


    injured''s condition is still very serious. We have already dressed his wounds. But the next 24 hours


    would tell whether he is out of danger or sumbs to his injuries."


    Listening to Uncle Elian''s words, Jean''s worry doubled, "How…how can we help, Uncle Elian?"


    "It is crucial that the young man has his family by his side for the next 24 hours specially. So that if


    there is an emergency, his family can call the doctors without any dy. The truth be told, the injured is


    in a severea. If he does not wake up in the next 24 hours, the situation is unlikely to be positive.


    By the way, has his family been contacted?"


    Elian Wang asked the policemen behind him.


    "The injured guy called Moore Bai is a Chinese settled abroad. He was just returning from the overseas


    so it has been difficult to get in touch with anyone from his family, " The policeman next to Elian Wang


    reported.


    "Difficult to get in touch with? What do you mean?" A frowning Zed asked.


    "Moore Bai is an orphan. He was adopted by a retired couple who died the year beforest. As for


    other rtives, we are still investigating..." The policeman reported somewhat uneasily.


    All of this suddenly seemed to take a turn for the worse. Jean looked at everyone''s face one by one


    and suddenly turned to Elian Wang and said, "Uncle Elian, since this 24-hour period is about whether


    Moore Bai can wake up or not, I will monitor his well-being and take care of him."


    "You...?"


    "You...?"


    Zed and Elian Wang both looked at Jean with surprise.


    "Yeah." Jean nodded vigorously and then said with a bitter smile, "After all, it was I who ran the car


    over him. I hope I can apany him through the next 24 hours at least. Whether he wakes up or not,


    is another thing. I owe him this at least..."


    "Jean, don''t talk nonsense." After hearing Jean, Zed chided her with a solemn face, "You don''t need to


    care for him, Jean. I will find the best caregiver who will wholeheartedly look after him for the next 24


    hours."