Chapter 61

The speeding truck finally came to a stop. The driver was drenched in sweat, trembling uncontrollably.

He had seen it with his own eyes—the front of the truck had barely brushed past that girl. If it weren’t for her, that child would have been crushed under the tires.

Frantically, he opened the door and rushed out to check on the situation.

“Miss, are you all right?”

At this moment, Ye Yao looked at the little girl in her arms, whose big eyes were blinking rapidly. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

The little girl had been frightened to tears. She stiffly shook her head.

Only then did Ye Yao let go of her, wanting to pat the dust off her clothes. However, as soon as she moved, a sharp, searing pain shot through her entire arm.

“You’re injured! I’ll take you to the hospital right away!”

The driver panicked when he saw Ye Yao’s arm stained red with blood.

No matter what, it was thanks to this girl that a tragedy had been avoided.

Ye Yao tried moving her arm. It hurt terribly, but it didn’t seem to be a serious injury—just scrapes and torn skin from falling.

“I’m fine. It’s just a surface wound.”

At that moment, the little girl’s mother came running over, crying. After confirming her daughter was safe, she thanked Ye Yao profusely.

“Miss, are you really okay? Let me take you to the hospital to get your wounds treated.”

The truck driver was still uneasy—her sleeve was completely soaked in blood.

“If I were seriously hurt, I wouldn’t be polite about it. But please, drive more carefully in the future. If we weren’t lucky today, this could have been a disaster.”

Ye Yao’s face was pale from the pain, but her voice was sharp and firm.

“Yes, yes, I’ll definitely be more careful from now on.”

The truck driver had never met someone so reasonable before. He felt a mix of emotions in his heart.

Ye Yao gritted her teeth against the pain and limped toward the other side of the street, waves of fear crashing over her.

She had been reckless just now, acting without thinking. If she had been seriously injured, what would her mother have done?

She could never be this impulsive again.

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At the school gate, Li Cheng stood there, his gaze dark and unreadable.

He had seen everything that had just happened.

But before he could step forward, Ye Yao had already stood up on her own.

He watched as the little girl’s mother thanked her, as she refused the truck driver’s offer to go to the hospital, and as she limped away.

His brow furrowed slightly. Even if the injury wasn’t serious, she should still get the wound treated properly.

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“Hiss…”

As the river water touched her wound, Ye Yao gasped in pain, breaking into a cold sweat.

Her arm was a mess—torn skin and flesh, a ghastly sight.

After rinsing the wound, she took out a bottle of alcohol from the clinic and poured it over the injury to disinfect it before applying medicinal powder.

By the time she finished treating herself, her clothes were drenched in sweat.

The reason she didn’t go to the hospital was that she had a deep-seated fear of them. Every time she stepped into one, she would feel dizzy, nauseous, and sometimes even faint.

She wasn’t sure if she still had that phobia, but she wasn’t willing to find out.

Luckily, even though the wound looked terrifying, it was just a surface injury—something she could handle on her own.

She definitely couldn’t go home wearing bloody clothes. Using her only functioning hand, she struggled to wash the bloodstains from her sleeve.

Not only was there blood, but the sleeve had also been torn with a long gash.

Now, she could only hope to make it home and change before her grandmother noticed—otherwise, the old lady would worry herself sick…