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Chapter 1007 - 717 is

Chapter 1007: 717 is

"Ding He, are you leaving or not?"

Beside the Red Flag L5, the tall and striking driver bent over to open the door.

Fang Ai stopped and turned around.

"Sorry."

It wasn’t clear who she was speaking to, and after saying this, Ding He turned around.

A smile crept across Fang Ai’s lips as she bent over and got into the car.

"Stop right there!"

Unable to contain his anger, Tong Dan got up to chase them but was stopped by Mao Dun.

"Tong Dan, calm down."

"Move aside!"

While they were scuffling, Ding He got into the car.

"Bang."

The car door closed.

The driver sat down in the driver’s seat, and the Red Flag L5 turned around and drove off smoothly without any rush.

"What are you doing!"

Fury overwhelmed Tong Dan as she suddenly pushed Mao Dun away, pointing incredulously in the direction the car had left. "They hurt Fang Qing and you’re letting them get away?!"

"Tong Dan, I..."

Mao Dun’s face stiffened, he stopped short of speaking as if he had something unspeakable to hide.

"Don’t call me! Mao Dun, I misjudged you!"

Mao Dun’s lips quivered, but finally, he fell silent.

Tong Dan turned around and helped Fang Qing up, "I’m taking you to the hospital."

The two women supported each other to the car and left.

Yu Feihong turned his head, glanced at the guests, who looked quite unusual, and displaying a smile, he clapped his hands, "Alright, it’s over, everyone continue to be happy!"

The men and women attending the party were very sensible; they withdrew their gazes and continued their merry-making, chatting and drinking as if nothing had happened.

Mao Dun watched the Maserati president leave, his expression forlorn.

Yu Feihong walked up beside him, sighed softly.

"You say I’m a coward, and you’re not wrong. I damn well am not a real man."

Mao Dun mumbled to himself.

"Insult yourself all you want, but don’t indirectly insult me, it’s no different for me."

Yu Feihong patted his shoulder, watching the direction the Maserati was heading. "It’s not that we don’t want to help, but Fang Jun... he’s really not easy to mess with."

Of course, Mao Dun understood this reasoning.

Although they were above the common folk, there were still others who stood above them.

Fang Jun was simply not on the same level as them; clashing with Fang Jun was not only inviting trouble for themselves but also bringing calamity to their families.

For a so-called friend, it didn’t seem worth taking such a big risk.

Although he did not feel his choice was wrong, Mao Dun still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Come on, don’t just stand here. Go see her, she’s quite genuine and has helped you before. No matter what, you should go and say hello."

"How should I know which hospital they went to?"

Mao Dun gave a wry smile.

"You’re being silly, of course, it’s the nearest hospital."

Mao Dun then realized, but still hesitated, "You should also understand Tong Dan’s character by now, she’s furious, and I’m worried she might kick me out."

Yu Feihong rubbed his forehead, displaying an exasperated expression.

"You’re not going there to see her; you’re going there to see Lawyer Fang. Would Lawyer Fang kick you out?"

That wouldn’t happen.

That Lawyer Fang is clearly more gentle than Tong Dan.

"Go ahead then, quick."

Yu Feihong urged, then added, "For people like us, making a friend is not easy."

"Are you coming with me?"

"Look at you, getting all scared!"

Yu Feihong laughed and scolded.

"This party is yours; don’t you have a responsibility when someone gets into trouble on your turf?"

That made sense.

Yu Feihong did not argue, patted Mao Dun’s shoulder, "You go first; I’ll handle things here and follow shortly."

"Okay."

Mao Dun nodded, "Then I’ll go ahead."

"Go ahead."

The nearest hospital to the rooftop garden, Tongji Hospital.

Emergency room.

The doctor was dressing Fang Qing’s wounds.

"Doctor, are my friend’s injuries severe? Does she need an examination?"

Tong Dan asked anxiously.

"The wound isn’t very deep, but since it’s on the head, I’d recommend a head CT just to be safe."

By the time they arrived, the doctor had already performed a basic check; the patient was conscious and clear-headed.

"Can we do it now?"

Tong Dan immediately asked.

"Not right now, the department is closed. If you want to do it, come back tomorrow, or consider staying overnight."

The doctor explained while continuing with the dressing.

"Doctor, will my friend have scars?"

Tong Dan cautiously asked.

"Concerned about scarring, yet so careless? Such a pretty girl, it would be a pity to have a scar."

Hearing the doctor’s words, the anger Tong Dan had temporarily suppressed flared up in her, but considering they were in a hospital, she made an effort to restrain herself.

"Doctor, you said the wound isn’t deep, it shouldn’t leave a scar, right?"

She tentatively asked.

The doctor fell silent for a moment.

Tong Dan’s heart raced.

When doctors fall silent and sigh, it always sends a chill through one’s spine.

"Don’t worry, it shouldn’t, but you must be more careful in the future. You’re still young and should take good care of your body."

The doctor spoke earnestly.

"Phew..."

Tong Dan let out a long sigh of relief, and her suspended heart finally settled.

"All done."

The dressing was complete.

"How does it feel? Does it still hurt?"

"It’s nothing, just a minor injury."

Fang Qing, with a thick layer of gauze around her forehead, showed a faint smile, "Thank you, doctor."

"Have you decided whether to stay overnight or come back tomorrow? If it’s too far, I would suggest you stay the night, to avoid the hassle of traveling back and forth."

"Fang Qing, what do you think? Maybe we should stay the night, the doctor is right, you need to rest well