Chapter 12
"What do you want to do?" Wu Fan asked nervously, watching them.
"Go ahead!" Without hesitation, one of them signaled to the others.
The four men lunged at Wu Fan and gave him a brutal beating.
Unfortunately, Wu Fan wasn't very skilled in fighting, and having not eaten since lunch, he had no strength left. He was quickly subdued and passed out.
"He's not dead yet, right? Bring a knife and give him a few stabs!" one of the men in black shouted, kicking Wu Fan, who was already unconscious.
Mengzong's instructions were clear: only a dead man wouldn't talk.
"Stop, what are you doing?" came an authoritative female voice.
Ah, someone's coming!
Realizing that the situation was slipping out of control, the men fled.
A young girl, beautiful and full of determination, approached running.
"How's he doing?" she asked, crouching down to gently tap Wu Fan's face.
Wu Fan didn't respond.
"No way, we need to revive him!" the young woman whispered before starting CPR.
The people who had rushed to watch were impressed by seeing such a young and beautiful woman take care of a stranger.
In a state of confusion, Wu Fan felt as if he was dreaming. In this dream, he was married to Lin Miao, and she was kissing him passionately.
"He's waking up, he's waking up!" a cheerful voice exclaimed near him.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a charming face, slightly flushed.
"How are you feeling? You should go to the hospital!" the young woman said, relieved.
"Did you save me?" Wu Fan asked, vaguely recalling the scene where he was attacked by the four men in black, and remembering someone had shouted for them to stop.
"Yes, I saved you, a true hero, and I even gave you mouth-to-mouth!" someone present hastily said.
"Thank you!" Wu Fan exclaimed, kneeling in front of her.
"No need to thank me, it's just what should be done. But you should call the police and go to the hospital for a check-up!" the young woman replied with a sweet smile, helping him to his feet.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital or call the police. My benefactor, what's your name and where do you live? I'll come thank you in person one day!"
"Don't worry, it's normal to help. No thanks needed!"
"No, I insist on knowing. I can't leave it like this!"
"Alright, my name is Yang Xueping, and I live near the police station!" she said confidently, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Thank you, I'll return the favor one day. I have an urgent matter to attend to, I must go!" Wu Fan bowed to Yang Xueping before quickly running to the psychiatric hospital.
"I have money, finally, money, I need to pay to treat my mother!" he shouted as he entered the hospital.
"Then go ahead, pay right now!" replied a security guard, smiling, clearly happy for him.
Wu Fan rushed to the registration desk, but his face quickly shifted from excitement to horror.
No matter where he searched in his pockets, he couldn't find the money he had set aside.
Damn, he had placed the thousand yuan in his pants pocket. It was for his mother's health, and he had even checked several times to make sure the money was there.
Oh no, darkness enveloped him.
He vaguely remembered, after being hit and falling to the ground, feeling someone rummage through his things.
Oh my God, could it have been Lin Miao who ordered someone to intercept him and take his money?
Or maybe those men had stolen it.
Either way, the money was gone.