Chapter 3

One percent, two percent, three percent...

With water seeping in and a hundred thousand volts of electricity discharging, it could still work?

Ye Qing didn't dare to turn on the water flow. How could it automatically upgrade the system?

With such a bizarre incident, Ye Qing was even more reluctant to throw away the phone.

Now, the minivan was still urgently waiting for rescue. Ye Qing couldn't wait for it to upgrade, so he stuffed the phone in his pocket and grabbed a hammer to go and deal with the broken boat.

Bang, bang, bang. He dismantled a plank from the broken boat, carried it over the brick mountain and the earthen ridge, and then sped towards the minivan.

The minivan hadn't caused any trouble and was still parked in the wheat field.

He placed the plank under the car, jacked it up, and quickly changed the punctured tire. Then, he moved the plank to the rear wheel where it was slipping and secured it.

With a reverse, the minivan rushed onto the road. Ye Qing shifted into second gear, revved the engine, and the minivan, acting like a tractor, dashed into the wheat field.

Alright, if you place hidden weapons on both sides of the sinking road, I'll just take a big detour. There can't be hidden weapons all over your wheat field, right?

He smoothly detoured around the wheat field. When the road conditions gradually improved, Ye Qing checked his phone, which had already upgraded to 25%...

Just before reaching the main road, the sound of sirens came from the distance. Looking up, he saw several red fire trucks speeding towards him.

"Beep, beep!" As the two vehicles were about to meet, the lead fire truck honked loudly, signaling the minivan, which was plastered with advertisements, to move out of the way.

The siren was deafening, but Ye Qing refused to move and honked back.

The road was very narrow, unable to accommodate two vehicles side by side, so the fire truck was forced to stop by Ye Qing's minivan.

"Are you crazy?"

A firefighter in heavy fireproof gear leaned out of the window, his face full of anxiety, and shouted at Ye Qing, "There's been a car accident on Provincial Road 140, and the road is completely blocked. We're taking a shortcut to save people. Why are you blocking the way?"

The fire truck behind quickly braked, and the doors opened, with several agile firefighters rushing out.

Their eyes were filled with anxiety, and their faces were red with anger, as if they were ready to push the minivan aside if Ye Qing didn't move.

"Comrade!" Ye Qing also leaned out and shouted, "Would you have stopped if I didn't block the road?"

"The road ahead has collapsed into a big pit. Your vehicles need to detour through the wheat field."

"What?"

The firefighters were taken aback. Detouring through the wheat field was something even a fool could do. Why did he need to remind them?

"The wheat fields on both sides of the pit are filled with tire-puncturing devices. My car's tire was punctured just now."

Ye Qing shouted, "Be extremely careful. Take a wide detour, go a long way around, and then get back on the road."

"Damn..." The firefighters exchanged glances. Puncturing tires was something they often did, but they usually used tire-puncturing devices on the road to stop those who dared to evade inspections. They never thought they would encounter this themselves.

The owner of the wheat field must have been extremely angry, coming up with such a harmful idea to prevent the wheat field from being trampled.

"Thank you! You did the right thing by blocking the road, and you deserve praise."

The firefighter driver saluted him through the window. If it weren't for Ye Qing's intervention, all their fire trucks would have been stuck in the wheat field.

A fire truck has ten wheels, and they only have one spare tire per vehicle. This would have delayed the rescue of the injured people trapped in the cars.

After informing them, Ye Qing quickly reversed and drove into the wheat field by the roadside.

The firefighters didn't have time to thank him and rushed back to their vehicles at the speed of Usain Bolt. Time was life, and they couldn't afford to waste a second.

Soon, an ambulance also came rushing by. Ye Qing slapped his head and had no choice but to block it again.

At ten in the morning, the Wuling Hongguang rushed to the city hospital.

Parking the minivan, Ye Qing didn't even check his phone and rushed to the ATM to withdraw all the money from his bank card and what he had borrowed from his classmates.

On the third floor, in the operating room, as soon as the elevator door opened, Ye Qing almost got trampled by the crowd in the hallway.

Most of the people were relatives dressed simply, their faces contorted with anger, surrounding Xu Lan and demanding an explanation, threatening to sue if they didn't get one.

A few other workers from the factory were also there, anxiously waiting for Lu Xiaozhen and Qian Dongdong's surgeries while comforting their relatives.

Several staff members from the industrial park and two police officers were taking statements from Pang Ruifeng, who caused the accident.

Pang Ruifeng's face was pale, but his expression was resolute. He insisted that the crane remote control malfunctioned and that it had been used for many years and should have been replaced long ago.

He had only been at the factory for four months, and no one knew how he determined the remote control's lifespan.

Ye Qing, who already knew the cause of the accident, wanted to rush over and kick Pang Ruifeng hard.

At that moment, his mother Xu Lan saw Ye Qing. She quickly wiped away her tears and shouted at him to go take care of Ye Jiangning, saying she would handle things here.

In a low voice, she asked about his father's bed, and Ye Qing nodded, saying he knew.

Ye Jiangning was in the ward on the fifth floor. After handing over the ten thousand yuan to his mother, Ye Qing rushed upstairs.

In front of the room, Ye Qing took a deep breath, composed himself, and pushed the door open.

There were three patients in the ward. The other two were chatting with their families, but the one in the middle lay alone under the covers.

His chest was wrapped in bandages, and his eyes were swollen...

In an instant, Ye Qing couldn't stop his tears. He walked over and gently called out, but Ye Jiangning didn't respond.

"He just had surgery, and the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. The nurse said it takes two hours to wake up each time."

The aunt peeling an apple nearby softly reminded Ye Qing, "Are you his son? The nurse said your father was beaten. Do you know about it?"

Ye Qing wiped away his tears and said he knew.

The aunt sighed and didn't say anything more.

Asking the aunt to watch over, Ye Qing said he would be right back.

He went straight to the doctor's on-duty room to inquire about his father's condition.

The on-duty doctor pulled out the medical records from the desk and pointed to the X-ray on the LED viewer.

"The patient's external injuries are not serious, but one rib is broken. It has been surgically repaired and a steel plate has been installed. The patient needs to rest in bed for a while, cannot bend over, take deep breaths, or cough loudly, as the movement of the chest can cause the steel plate to dislodge."

"By the way, the family only paid for the surgery. You need to pay the hospitalization and treatment fees for the next few days at the reception on the first floor."

After hearing the explanation, Ye Qing felt a great relief. He thanked the doctor and returned to the ward, holding his head and worrying about the treatment costs.

His parents had few siblings: an uncle, an uncle, and an aunt, all of whom had settled in other provinces.

Their financial situation was average, and they could lend a few thousand yuan, but it wasn't enough.

Taking out his phone, Ye Qing wanted to call his uncle first, but the phone was at 63% during the upgrade, making him so anxious that he almost threw it.

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