Feng Chen took on a commercial case, this case is not trivial, if he can't win this lawsuit, then his undefeated myth in the legal profession will be broken.

After work, he left Yuan Wen and another capable lawyer behind, and the three of them were discussing the case.

When Song Zhiyue called, his mobile phone was on the table, and Yuan Wen glanced at the caller ID and winked at him ambiguously.

He took his mobile phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, said a few words to Song Zhiyue and ended the call, returned to the desk and sat down, and continued to discuss the case with Yuan Wen and them.

But within a few minutes, his phone rang again.

When he put his phone on the table just now, the screen was facing down, so he didn't know who called.

As he was discussing the key points, the phone kept ringing, and a trace of impatience flashed between his brows.

Yuan Wen frowned when he saw him and said, "It's okay, let's answer the phone first." ”

Feng Chen took the phone, but he didn't look at the caller ID, so he put it on his ear.

Song Zhiyue's somewhat weak voice came: "I had a car accident, can you come over?" ”

His brows froze suddenly, and he stood up: "Where are you?" ”

His movements were too loud, and his voice was a little panicked, and Yuan Wen and another lawyer both looked at him.

"Xinghua Road" Song Zhiyue looked around, wanting to take a look at the big sign nearby and tell him a specific location, but the world was spinning in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see the name of the building opposite.

Feng Chen saw that she couldn't say clearly, and he also heard that her voice was very wrong, and guessed that she should be injured, and asked, "Is there anyone next to you?" ”

Song Zhiyue's eardrums thundered, and he had some difficulty listening: "Yes." ”

"Give your phone to someone else." Dusted out of the desk.

Song Zhiyue gave her mobile phone to a middle-aged woman closest to her: "Can you help me answer the phone?" ”

The middle-aged woman had a good heart and took her mobile phone to answer the call.

Feng Chen asked for the address, and the middle-aged woman reported the detailed address.

"On Xinghua Road, Jiajia Supermarket is here."

After talking on the phone, the woman returned the phone to Song Zhiyue at noon, saw that her forehead was bleeding, and kindly gave her a tissue.

Song Zhiyue covered his forehead with a tissue and leaned on the body of the car waiting for the dust to be sealed.

The tissue was quickly soaked in blood, and the middle-aged woman gave her another packet.

The ambulance arrived earlier than Feng Chen, and she saw the paramedics help the other person out of the car.

After seeing that the other party was Liang Weirong, she was stunned.

It was such a coincidence that she hit Liang Weirong's car!

She saw the paramedics, put the unconscious Liang Weirong on a stretcher, and carried her into the ambulance.

Two nurses approached her: "Miss, we'll take you to the hospital." ”

Song Zhiyue subconsciously shook her head, her head was even more dizzy when she shook it, and her eyes were still a little black.

A nurse held her up: "You are injured and need to go to the hospital. ”

"I'll wait for someone."

"No matter who you are waiting for, come with us to the hospital to treat the wound first, if you delay any longer, you will have to have a blood transfusion if you bleed too much."

Song Zhiyue didn't shake her head or nod her head again this time, she answered "yes", pulled out the car keys, locked the car, and was helped into the ambulance by two nurses.

In the car, she called Feng Chen and told her that she was on her way to the hospital.

Because there was a car accident, the road was blocked, and the dust was still blocked on the road.

After receiving Song Zhiyue's call, he turned around and went to the hospital.