Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 37 Crimson White Robes, Mercedes Carrying Grace

The mere thought of that scene sent chills down her spine, and even her breathing became trembling with lingering fear.

A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, the baby was held securely in Ye Fan's right hand, preventing her from being jolted.

Ye Fan reacted quickly, reaching out with his left hand to steady her, his voice filled with urgency: "Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Are you injured?"

He looked down and examined her carefully. Seeing that there was no blood on her body and no obvious wounds, he roughly figured out that she was probably too scared to move.

After about a minute, the woman gradually regained some strength.

She straightened up, her voice still trembling, "Thank you... Let me check on the baby first."

As she spoke, she took the child from Ye Fan's hands, pressed her face tightly against the baby's soft little face, and could no longer hold back her emotions. Tears fell "plop plop" down, landing on the baby's swaddling clothes.

Ye Fan understood all too well the dazed feeling of being pulled back from the brink of death, the lingering fear of being on the verge of life and death.

He stood quietly by her side, watching her calm down while holding the child. He confirmed that apart from being a little pale, she was indeed not injured. Only then did his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settle down.

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my back, and the area around my right shoulder blade felt like it was on fire, with the burning sensation shooting up my spine.

Ye Fan subconsciously reached behind him and touched something sticky and warm. When he looked up, his fingertips were stained with a glaring red—most likely from the glass shards or gravel that had been thrown at his back when the car crashed into the tree.

He frowned, knowing in his heart that he was still injured.

But as his gaze swept over the woman holding the child, who was still trembling slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief—this injury was nothing compared to the two lives he had just saved.

.......

Ye Fan glanced at the completely wrecked Porsche. The driver was swaying as he tried to get out of the deformed driver's seat. People had already gathered around to help, and some were calling the police with their phones.

It seems he's not needed here for the time being, but the burning pain in his back continues to intensify.

He decided to leave first and find a nearby clinic to disinfect and apply some medicine. The warm flow on his back was flowing down his spine, and the wet sensation was becoming clearer and clearer.

He had only taken two steps when a woman's urgent voice came from behind him: "Please wait a moment!"

Ye Fan turned around and saw her staring at his back. Her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in disbelief and panic, "Oh! You're injured!"

Only then did she notice that the back of Ye Fan's white T-shirt had been stained with a glaring red stain.

They were so focused on their lingering fear and checking on their child that they didn't even notice that the boy who had saved them was already injured.

Women aren't stupid; after a moment's thought, they understood—when he pulled her back, he must have turned around to shield her, which is why she was cut by the flying shards.

Her expression instantly turned even more anxious. She rushed to Ye Fan's side and grabbed his arm, saying, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital! The wound needs to be treated properly, and you need to get it checked out."

Ye Fan was reluctant to go, and shook his head with a smile: "Really, it's not necessary. It's just a minor injury. I can just go to a clinic to disinfect it and put on a band-aid, and it'll be fine."

"How can that be!" The young woman wouldn't listen, gripping his hand even tighter, her voice filled with urgency. "Small clinics aren't safe; we have to go to the hospital! Come with me quickly, if you lose too much blood or get an infection, it would be too dangerous!"

As she spoke, she held the baby tightly in one arm and pulled Ye Fan along the roadside with the other, her steps quick but steady, as if afraid of wasting even a moment.

Ye Fan smiled helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll go."

The woman turned and glared at him, a hint of reproach in her eyes, but her tone softened: "That's more like it. You wait here, don't move!"

As she spoke, she carried the baby and walked quickly to the side of the road. Every few steps, she couldn't help but look back, her eyes filled with the fear of losing some precious treasure, as if she was afraid that he would slip away when she wasn't paying attention.

"Please don't run away!" she urged again, her voice filled with pleading and lingering fear. "You must go to the hospital for treatment. It's hot now, and the wound can easily get infected."

"Yes, yes, I won't run away." Ye Fan nodded repeatedly, smiling and waving his hand. "You can go without worry."

The young woman quickened her pace and walked toward the car parked by the roadside.

"Beep beep~"

Two crisp car horns sounded from his side. Ye Fan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the headlights of a car in the parking space flashing, emitting a soft light.

It was a black Mercedes-Benz with sleek and elegant lines. The headlights flashed twice, as if giving a silent greeting.

"Wow, a Mercedes-Benz E300." Ye Fan was secretly surprised; this was no cheap car.

A 2014 Mercedes-Benz E300 would cost at least 700,000 yuan. In this day and age, being able to spend almost the price of a house on a car makes it no exaggeration to call her a "rich woman".

Ye Fan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, never expecting that the young woman he had saved would be from such a wealthy family.

The woman first opened the back door, carefully placed the baby into the infant car seat in the back seat, and fastened the seat belt, her movements gentle and skillful.

After doing all this, she turned around and walked to the passenger side, nudging Ye Fan's arm to signal him to get in the car.

Ye Fan was about to bend down and sit down when he suddenly stopped, looking up at her: "How about I just take a taxi myself? Don't worry, I'll definitely get to the hospital." (Taxi driver: You're so high and mighty, you think my seat isn't afraid of bloodstains?!)

The young woman paused for a moment, then followed his gaze to her back and instantly understood his concern—the bloodstains on her white T-shirt had already seeped out, clearly because he was afraid of soiling the leather seats in the car.

She pursed her rosy lips, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. Even at a time like this, he was still worrying about this.

"What kind of behavior is this, a grown man dawdling like this?" She playfully pushed him, but her tone softened. "Sit down properly."

Ye Fan didn't refuse any longer and readily got into the passenger seat. As soon as he leaned back, he felt a sticky sensation on his back. Without even looking, he knew it was blood seeping from his wound, which had already stained the seat cushion.

.......

The woman got into the driver's seat, quickly started the car, turned on the left turn signal, merged into the traffic, and drove towards the main road.

This area is the Wuyue Plaza commercial district, where traffic is already heavy, but the Mercedes was steadily increasing its speed, and the steering wheel was turned nimbly in her hands, clearly indicating that she was in a hurry to get to the hospital.

She glanced at him briefly and saw Ye Fan leaning back in the passenger seat with a nonchalant expression, as if the injury on his back was nothing to worry about.

"Hang in there a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon," she said softly, her voice filled with barely concealed urgency.

Actually, it's only two traffic lights from Wuyue Plaza to the 175 Hospital, but every extra second she waited filled her with anxiety.

"It's okay, I feel like it's almost frozen solid. (I remember a TV show in my later years where a trainee rushed to the hospital after a minor cut on his finger, saying, 'If I don't go soon, it'll scab over.' My current situation is somewhat comically similar.)"

Ye Fan smiled, looking completely unconcerned.