The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

The sudden appearance of so many bodyguards and the arrival of so many helicopters in the hospital caused quite a stir. The medical staff and patients passing by all looked at these men in black curiously and talked in low voices.

Zhou Yian sat at the door of the operating room, paying no attention to the situation outside. She sat in the chair with her head down, her thoughts in a mess.

Suddenly, a pair of exquisite men's leather shoes caught her eye. She slowly raised her head and looked up along the shoes. A young man with extraordinary temperament and handsome appearance came into her sight.

The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were as calm as a lake, deep, wise and bright. His eyebrows were sharp with a hint of coldness. His face looked very gentle, but exuded a strong sense of distance that made people dare not approach easily.

He was wearing a black woolen coat with the collar slightly open, a dark shirt and a dark tie underneath, and dark trousers, looking noble and mysterious.

"Are you the one who called?" He asked calmly, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yian, his face expressionless.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yian was confused. This man's aura was too strong, giving people a sense of oppression without even being angry.

"Fu Shenyan." He said these three words softly, his eyes still looking at her calmly.

Only then did Zhou Yian realize that this man's features were somewhat similar to Fu Shenyan's.

"You are Fu Shenyan's second brother."

The man nodded gently, looking at the closed operating room, his eyes became a little colder, "What's wrong with him?"

"He... he had a fight with someone and was stabbed with a knife." Zhou Yian felt a little panicked. This man was too calm and it was impossible to tell his emotions.

"Who are you to him?" The man stood straight, his eyes still looking at the operating room, not at Zhou Yian.

"I'm his friend." Zhou Yian felt a little guilty, and his voice became lower and lower.

The man turned around and looked at Zhou Yian, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhou Yian clenched his fists nervously, not knowing what he was going to do, and replied with a stiff upper lip: "Yes."

He nodded, "Then you know who that person is, right?" His tone was still calm, but the coldness in his eyes made Zhou Yian deeply uneasy.

"I... I don't know him either, but he was stabbed because of me."

"I told him not to interfere, but he insisted on intervening and even got into a conflict with others, so he was..." Zhou Yian took a deep breath, made up his mind, and tried to tell him the whole story with a guilty conscience.

The man took off his glasses, rubbed his temples gently, was silent for a while, and said softly: "You mean, he deserves it."

Zhou Yian was shocked, his heart suddenly in his throat, and he quickly explained, "No, I'm not saying he deserves it, I just... I just want to tell you the whole story, I don't want to distance myself from it."

The man put his glasses back on and stood there in silence. Zhou Yian didn't dare to disturb him and just stood there quietly. Although this man didn't talk much, he exuded an irresistible aura.

After a while, a man in black walked up to the man and handed him a cell phone. "Second Young Master, this is the surveillance footage from the time of the incident. We have also found those people and have done a thorough background check on them. Please rest assured, none of them will get away."

Young Master Fu took the phone and watched the video in it without saying a word. He didn't say a word until the video was finished. He just handed the phone back to the bodyguard with a sullen face.

He had a blank expression and looked indifferent from beginning to end. After the bodyguard took the phone, he stepped aside and waited for orders.

"Are you and him a couple?" He suddenly asked, scaring Zhou Yian.

"No, I...we are friends."

"Friend?" Young Master Fu was obviously skeptical about the word "friend". He pointed at the clothes in Zhou Yian's hand and said, "These are his clothes, right? Can you give them to me?"

"And this is his cell phone." Zhou Yian also handed over the blood-stained cell phone.

Mr. Fu calmly looked at her blood-stained hands and the phone which was also covered in blood, and was reluctant to reach out to take it.

After a while, he asked doubtfully, "Do you have his unlock code?"

Zhou Yian was stunned and shook his head repeatedly, "No, I used his fingerprint to unlock it. I don't have his password."

Young Master Fu nodded and waved his hand. The bodyguard behind him immediately stepped forward and took the clothes and mobile phone from Zhou Yian.

A female nurse suddenly walked out of the operating room and shouted in a very fast tone, "Fu Shenyan's family, where are Fu Shenyan's family?"

"I am." The man's voice was steady and powerful.

"The patient just had a severe hemorrhage and is in urgent need of a blood transfusion. He has rare panda blood and needs family members."

"Put the blood in." The man behind her took out a special box from somewhere and handed it to the nurse.

The nurse was stunned and didn't understand what was going on, so she didn't reach out to take it.

"This is fresh blood. It has been thoroughly checked. Transfuse it into him. I'll be responsible if anything goes wrong."

The female nurse hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to reach out her hand.

Young Master Fu turned around and waved to another man behind him. The man trotted over, nodded and bowed, "Young Master."

"Arrange this blood."

The man nodded, walked to the side, took out his cell phone and tried to contact someone.

Soon, several men in white coats appeared at the door of the operating room, bowing and nodding respectfully to Young Master Fu. Someone was also arranged to take the box away.

Almost an hour later, the door of the operating room opened and the medical staff hurriedly pushed Fu Shenyan out. He had tubes inserted all over his body and an oxygen mask on his face. His usually handsome face became pale and haggard.

Just as Zhou Yian was about to follow, he was stopped by the bodyguard beside him.

"I'm his friend." Zhou Yian explained quickly, trying to push his hand away.

However, the security guard remained unmoved and insisted on holding out his hand to prevent her from following, and the two sides remained in a stalemate.

"No, I'm really his friend." Zhou Yian became anxious when he saw Fu Shenyan's bed getting farther and farther away.

At this moment, the cold voice of Fu Ershao came from behind Zhou Yian, "You don't have to go over there. He is my brother. I will save him. If anything happens to him, none of you can escape. You must all go down to be buried with me."

His tone remained calm, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

After saying that, he also walked towards the direction of the hospital bed. The hospital's black-clad bodyguards also quickly evacuated after he left. Zhou Yian stood there, distracted by their disappearing backs. It took him a while to react and he quietly followed them.