Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1275 - 1253: What Does Ya Chen Want from Me?

Chapter 1275: Chapter 1253: What Does Ya Chen Want from Me?

The man’s voice spread through the cramped carriage, deep and with restrained anger.

"I owe Jiayi, this time I’ll repay her. I’m not playing the hero; I’m just trying to fulfill my duty as a sister."

As she spoke, her smile suddenly froze, "Hiss-—"

Unable to endure the increasingly severe burning pain from her back, she let out a feeble groan.

"What’s wrong?" Ya Chen’s expression changed.

"No, nothing..." She forced herself to brace against the excruciating pain.

Ya Chen sensed her abnormality, extending his long arm to gently touch her, only to feel a sticky wetness in his palm, a wave of blood reeking straight to his nostrils!

Her back was covered in blood!

Due to his touch, she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, finally unable to restrain a groan and collapsed into his arms.

Damn it, the woman was shot and didn’t even realize it!

When the police shot at the criminals to rescue her, they still made a mistake, and a stray bullet injured her!

"Drive faster!" he snapped at the driver seat!

————

Operating room.

The "ON" red light glowed, indicating the surgery is underway.

The fact that the Princess was kidnapped and shot by criminals was kept secret by the police to ensure social stability and prevent public panic.

Thus, tonight, the entire surgery building has only one patient.

The hospital is under full lockdown inside and out.

Ya Chen sat silently on a long bench, a cold and quiet figure.

Upon hearing the call from the Ya Family guards, Chu Yanhan arrived urgently and was now pacing like a restless beast in the corridor.

It was fortunate amidst misfortune that Xinyue was rescued by the police!

However, she was accidentally shot.

Though the injury did not affect crucial organs and wasn’t deep, Xinyue’s body is unlike others, making surgery highly risky, and having surgery means needing blood!

Xinyue’s blood type is extremely rare, and the domestic blood bank’s reserve is sparse, which is why her heart transplant surgery has been delayed as even though they’ve found a suitable heart, the lack of enough blood remains a huge challenge, especially if a large amount is needed.

Huo Zhenyang hurriedly arrived with George.

"How is the Princess?" George asked.

A guard beside Ya Chen replied, "The gunshot wound to the back is not in a critical area and isn’t very deep, but surgery is necessary."

Just then, a nurse hurriedly came out, "The patient’s blood loss is more than expected and may require backup blood supply. The hospital’s current blood bank is inadequate, and other hospitals are being contacted, and we hope you can also come up with solutions."

That’s exactly what Chu Yanhan was worried about, inhaling sharply.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression darkened; not only is Chu Xinyue’s blood type hard to find, but even if other cities or nearby countries have it, S Country under current nationwide lockdown means airports are closed, and transportation is not as usual. Even if a green channel is opened for Chu Xinyue, obtaining blood quickly is difficult.

Ya Chen’s brow slightly furrowed as he spoke, "What time is it?"

The guard immediately reported a time.

Almost there.

He stood up abruptly, clutching a Metal Cane, and walked toward the end of the corridor.

The guards didn’t know where His Highness was headed but had no choice but to follow quickly.

Chu Yanhan was busy calling and using his connections, unable to pay attention to where Ya Chen was going.

Huo Zhenyang gazed at Ya Chen’s cold silhouette, a suspicious arc formed between his brows.

"Boss, what’s the Prince doing?"

George couldn’t help but ask. At this moment, why would the Prince be so leisurely as to leave now?

Huo Zhenyang didn’t speak, instead just shifted his gaze.

*

Meanwhile.

A low-key black sedan squeaked to a halt at the hospital’s entrance. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The car door was swung open, and a slender and beautiful figure was half-pushed out!

"Please enter, Miss Lan!" a Ya Family guard in uniform said emotionlessly.

Lan Yurou panted as she got out of the car, seeing the hospital entrance before her, "Didn’t you say Ya Chen wanted to see me... Why at the hospital? What’s going on? Did you make a mistake?"

In the middle of the night, several guards close to Ya Chen arrived at the villa, asking Aunt Yin to wake her up, saying Ya Chen needed to see her.

She thought she was dreaming, and when she realized, she changed clothes happily and followed the guards into the car.

On the way, she noticed something was wrong.

This wasn’t the road to the army or Ya Chen’s long-term hotel suite outside; even less to the Ya Family estate.

She asked the guards, but they all remained silent, feigning ignorance!

Were it not for recognizing several of them as genuinely Ya Chen’s bodyguards, she would’ve thought she’d been kidnapped!

It wasn’t until she reached the hospital entrance that she felt increasingly uneasy.

"No mistake, His Highness is inside." The guard became impatient.

Could it be that Ya Chen was feeling unwell? Fell ill?

Lan Yurou didn’t waste any more words, following the guard inside.

She reached a room resembling a doctor’s office, where the hospital corridor was eerily quiet at night, making Lan Yurou feel a chill.

Instinctively hugging her arms, just then, the guard opened the door, "Miss Lan, please enter."

She furrowed her brows but still went in.

Inside the room, there was no sign of Ya Chen.

Only a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat with glasses sat inside.

"...Where is Ya Chen? Who are you?" Lan Yurou was startled, looking around.

The doctor stood up and walked toward Lan Yurou, not answering her question, only calmly saying, "Please, Miss Lan, sit over there first."

Lan Yurou looked over, seeing a sofa chair.

Beside the chair was a tray with several syringes, medicine bags, medical cotton, disinfectant alcohol, and other items needed for injections.

She was filled with inexplicable fear and shivered, "Where’s Ya Chen? What does he want me to do?"

"This is arranged by the Prince. The Prince might come later. Miss Lan, please."

Lan Yurou dared not go against Ya Chen’s wishes and slowly walked over, lying on the sofa chair.

The doctor walked over, gently lifting her hand, then picked up the prepared syringe and injected it into the back of her hand.

"W-wait! What are you doing?"

Lan Yurou’s hand ached from the injection, startling her to almost jump up from the chair.

Yet, as soon as she stood, she felt dizzy, her vision fading, her limbs seeming numb, and fell back onto the chair, unconscious.

Minutes later, the doctor quietly observed the anesthetized woman, skillfully and efficiently lifting her forearm, and pierced a needle into the vein on her arm.

Then, red blood slowly flowed from her body through the infusion tube.

Gradually, it filled the transparent infusion bag bit by bit.

Lan Yurou apparently was deeply asleep, unaware.

The office door opened with a click.

Ya Chen entered, holding a Metal Cane, expressionless.