Chapter 704 - 704 Life and death hanging by a thread

Chapter 704: Life and death hanging by a thread Chapter 704: Life and death hanging by a thread “`

The driver’s forehead pressed against the front windshield, cursing, “Damn it!”

In the moment of life and death, the doctors’ four hands instinctively knew only to protect the box. Qiu Ruiyun’s chin rested on top of the box, intending to reinforce it with his own head. But in the end, neither the four hands nor he could resist the force, and with a thud, he and the box toppled to the left side.

The box instantly slipped out of Qiu Ruiyun’s hands.

Xie Wanying, who had preemptively braced her body against the inside of the car door as a shield, acted swiftly to reach out for the transplant box that had slipped from her senior’s hands.

The box had left her senior’s hands for less than a second when she firmly caught it with her hands, and it landed on her legs—finally, it was—stable.

Thump thump thump thump, her heart beat fiercely against Xie Wanying’s eardrums.

Beads of sweat appeared densely on her smooth forehead.

It was definitely a matter of life and death just now. A little more, and the life waiting for the organ transplant would have been lost.

She believed she had never panicked like this, even when delivering chest compressions to patients in the emergency room. Xie Wanying thought.

Then there was Qiu Ruiyun, who had fallen flat on the back seat, his face a mask of panic. His eyes bulged when he realized he no longer held the box: Oh my god, where’s the box? The liver!!

“Dr. Qiu,” Xie Wanying called out to her senior upon seeing his expression.

The driver in front turned his head first and interrupted, “Are you guys okay?”

Okay my ass. If the liver was gone, someone was going to lose their life! Qiu Ruiyun scrambled to sit up, with a thousand words rushing to his lips: What to do?

Seeing his face suddenly turn as black as the bottom of a frying pan, the driver became frightened and said, “It wasn’t my fault. It was that tricycle that suddenly came out and almost hit my car.”

Qiu Ruiyun trembled: how was he going to explain this to the department heads and colleagues, and how to explain to the patient awaiting the transplant and the donor’s family.

“Did you… did you get hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?” The driver, scared by Qiu Ruiyun’s subsequent pallor, asked, terrified.

“Dr. Qiu, Dr. Qiu, the box is in my hands!” Seeing that her senior couldn’t hear her, Xie Wanying reached out to tug at his clothes.

Qiu Ruiyun turned his head and, on seeing the box in her hands, his eyes widened as if he’d been reborn: One moment he had fallen from the world into hell, the next he was fished out of hell by his junior.

“Dr. Qiu, it’s okay, I caught it securely, the box didn’t hit anything hard, it’s not damaged,” Xie Wanying reassured her senior.

“Thank you, thank you,” Qiu Ruiyun was endlessly grateful to her.

Bowing his head and pressing his forehead against the box, feeling the liver inside that could restore life, this tall man’s eyes reddened, and he felt like crying.

The most fortunate thing was that he hadn’t chosen the wrong person. He was wrong; she hadn’t hindered him but had protected the box at a critical time.

“What about it, do you need to go to the hospital?” The driver asked their opinion with a tremble.

“No need, hurry to the airport!” Qiu Ruiyun and Xie Wanying said in unison.

What kind of people were these two, carrying what sort of thing—could it be a box of gold and jewels? The driver thought to himself, looking at the desperation the two had just shown, as if the box itself was a matter of life and death for them. Moreover, it seemed they could have taken advantage of the accident to blackmail him, but they didn’t. Instead, they were only focused on getting to the airport for some reason.

With this incident, the driver became more careful in driving and did his utmost to help them make their way.

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