Chapter 315 Sheng Jiang Fulfills His Vow

Song Ni was startled by the appearance of Huan Yuan, his body stained red with blood. "Why aren't you tending to your wounds?" the club manager shook his head. "This is Sheng Jiang's blood." Huan Yuan's injuries were minor, just a few scrapes on his body, but Sheng Jiang was a different story... Upon hearing the manager's words, Song Ni's lips tightened. She looked up at Tan Zheng, whose expression was also grim. Huan Yuan seemed disoriented. Song Ni sat down beside him and grabbed his hand, which was digging tightly into her flesh. It was only then she realized that if he weren't gripping her so hard, his whole hand would have been trembling. The club manager explained. Apparently, a few race car drivers from the Danny club had insisted on a race with Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan after encountering them. The club had a rule against private races with drivers from other clubs. Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan had no intention of getting involved and turned to leave, but those people started bringing up old events. Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan could not stand to hear Tan Zheng being slandered. Those people, having heard some rumors from somewhere, had spread word that Tan Zheng's positive test for stimulants back then was due to drug use, which disqualified him from competing. Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan were instantly provoked. They didn't agree to a race but settled the grievances with their fists. Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan looked slender, but having been trained by Tan Zheng, their physical condition was excellent, and they knew some self-defense, so even with a numerical disadvantage, the other group couldn't defeat them. When their fists failed, they resorted to treacherous means. One of them drove their car directly at Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan. Huan Yuan, engaged with others, didn't notice, but Sheng Jiang reacted swiftly, pushing Huan Yuan aside to save him. In doing so, he sustained severe injuries. Hearing this, Song Ni's brow furrowed. She now understood Huan Yuan's reaction. She didn't know what to say, or if there was anything at all to say. No words seemed to help. The situation was somewhat similar to Tan Zheng's when he was involved in a racing accident in the Xi Jin Jiang competition. Outside the operating room, there was an almost palpable tension. Song Ni could only tightly grip Huan Yuan's arm, offering him strength. "Xiao Jiang will be alright. He'll definitely be alright." Tan Zheng hadn't smoked in a long time, but during the wait for Sheng Jiang's surgery, he had smoked an entire pack. When Song Ni found him on the balcony, he was reeking of smoke. Regardless of the outcome, this surgery would not bring anyone the peace they desired. His life could be saved, but what about after? Sheng Jiang wasn't even nineteen; his career had just begun. All that blood loss meant his body wouldn't be unscathed. And the profession of a race car driver required peak physical condition. Even minor injuries to the hands or legs could impact an entire career. They could only pray for the most fortunate outcome. The worst-case scenario was that this surgery would ruin the careers and dreams of two young men. Song Ni stood beside Tan Zheng, her only place being by his side. People said Tan Zheng was a strict boss, an impartial coach during training. But Song Ni knew that Tan Zheng cared deeply for these young men. He cared about their dreams, their training, their results, and did everything he could to help these children go as far as possible. Yet now, one lay in the operating room, his life hanging in the balance, and the other stood outside, his mental state also precarious. Song Ni took Tan Zheng's hand. "Let's go down. The surgery should be over soon." Tan Zheng lowered his head to look at Song Ni. It was then that Song Ni noticed his eyes were bloodshot, and a heavy, suffocating gloom had settled in his gaze. Song Ni's heart ached. Just as Tan Zheng was suffering, so was she. Sheng Jiang was like a younger brother to her at the club; he was lively and a bit mischievous, much like Lu Hao Ting. Despite his youth, he was receptive to their guidance, an incredibly intelligent and likable young boy. She loved the way he affectionately called her "Sister Ni." The young man was radiant, sincere, and passionate. The two returned to the operating room just as the light outside the room changed color. The surgery was over. Huan Yuan leaped from his chair, staring intently at the doctor, his expression fierce enough to devour someone. Song Ni proactively asked, "Doctor, how was the surgery?" The doctor removed his mask. "Fortunately, the patient assumed a protective posture at the moment the car hit, absorbing some of the impact. He has minor fractures in his arm and leg and slight internal bleeding. As long as he rests well, there's no major issue." Hearing this, Tan Zheng's tense expression relaxed slightly. Huan Yuan's body trembled, and the club manager let out a sigh of relief. Only Song Ni, maintaining her composure, asked, "Doctor, with proper rest, will this situation affect his future career?" "Yes, the patient is very young and his physical functions are excellent. As long as he recuperates properly, there will be no lasting sequelae." This was truly the most joyous news of the past few hours. Upon hearing this, Tan Zheng turned and left abruptly, his departing back radiating palpable anger. Song Ni knew he intended to seek revenge for Sheng Jiang. She didn't object, but with his comeback imminent and a competition approaching, she feared he might act too rashly. As she opened her mouth to speak, she saw Huan Yuan dart after him. Song Ni: ... Too lazy to stop him. She looked at the club manager. "You follow them and keep an eye on them. Don't let them go too far, and most importantly, don't get caught by the media. I'll handle things here." "Yes, Madam." Just out of surgery, Sheng Jiang was still unconscious. Song Ni followed him into the ward and saw the pale young man lying on the bed, feeling a pang of sympathy. Young boys tend to overthink. She worried Sheng Jiang might not be able to accept things when he woke up. After all, recovery would take time, and Sheng Jiang had been intensely focused on training lately, aiming to improve his skills. With this thought, Song Ni sighed. Both Sheng Jiang and Huan Yuan would need psychological counseling. Perhaps it was due to their youth, but within half an hour, Sheng Jiang woke up. He blinked, staring at the clean, flawless ceiling, and moved his hand. "Well, I'm not dead yet." "......" Song Ni immediately got up to check on Sheng Jiang. "How do you feel?" Sheng Jiang stared at Song Ni for a moment before speaking. "Sister Ni, you're back." Song Ni nodded. "How are you feeling now?" Sheng Jiang assessed himself and then asked Song Ni very seriously, "It hurts a lot, Sister Ni, am I crippled?"