Chapter 2582

“Yes.” With a single response, the brother turned and walked away quickly.

Though Bei Zicheng couldn’t be considered their master, and they had no feelings for him,

they all understood that if he died, it would surely bring trouble to the Bei Family.

“Mr. Zicheng, hold on, we’re taking you down the mountain right now.”

The team leader quickly tore a piece of cloth from his own clothing and pressed it against the wound on Bei Zicheng’s chest to stop the bleeding.

He waved a hand and called two brothers over.

“You guys carry him down the mountain, the rest protect the scene and search to see if there’s anyone else nearby.”

“Yes.”

These people were well-trained; with a single command, they each began their tasks.

Two brothers immediately lifted Bei Zicheng onto their backs and hurried down the mountain.

…

By the time they reached the foot of the mountain with Bei Zicheng, Bei Qingyue’s car was already waiting there.

Seeing them come down, Bei Qingyue immediately got out of the car and rushed over.

“Quick, lift him into the car.” Seeing Bei Zicheng’s current state, Bei Qingyue panicked instantly.

This look… can he still make it?

The two brothers placed Bei Zicheng in the car, which promptly sped back towards the main house.

Bei Qingyue’s face had completely clouded over; with Bei Zicheng so severely injured, it’s going to be hard to explain.

Her fingertips raised, probing towards his nose.

Suddenly, her long fingers trembled, and even her heart began to shake.

Bei Zicheng, unbelievably… wasn’t breathing anymore.

“Quick, drive faster.”

“Yes, madam.”

The driver felt Bei Qingyue’s urgency and stepped hard on the gas, the car speeding back towards the main house.

Bei Qingyue’s heart grew heavier; Bei Zicheng had only been back at the Bei Family a few days, and now this happened.

If he really dies this time…

Seeing the deepening color of the blood oozing from Bei Zicheng’s wound, Bei Qingyue’s fingers involuntarily clenched tighter.

She didn’t have much affection for Bei Zicheng.

However, the interests involved with him were not so simple.

When the time comes, Ling Lin will definitely not let it go.

…

As soon as they returned to the main house, Bei Qingyue immediately had Bei Zicheng carried into the medical room.

Even if he was no longer breathing, the only option was to try to resuscitate him.

Bei Qingyue stood outside the medical room, a lifeless expression enveloping her.

How to explain this to the Old Madam in a while?

While pondering this, footsteps approached from outside the courtyard.

Bei Qingyue composed herself and looked towards the door.

Soon, the Old Madam, supported by Lan, hurriedly entered.

“Qingyue, how’s Zicheng?”

Bei Qingyue truly didn’t know how to answer; simply telling her, who knows if she could handle it.

But not telling her, Bei Zicheng was in the medical room, the outcome would be known eventually.

From her experience, Bei Zicheng was beyond saving.

“What exactly is the situation?”

Seeing Bei Qingyue silent, the Old Madam’s fingers tightened repeatedly as she asked again.

Ultimately, Bei Qingyue couldn’t avoid it, she raised her head, looked at the Old Madam, and said solemnly: “Mom, you must brace yourself.”

Just as she finished speaking, the door to the medical room creaked open.

The doctor walked out, with a medical mask obscuring his expression.

Seeing the doctor come out, the Old Madam immediately turned to walk over: “How’s my grandson?”

The doctor’s gaze carried a hint of unease; he softly said, “Old Madam, I’m truly sorry, we did our best, Mr. Zicheng…”

The doctor paused briefly, then gathered the courage to reveal the truth.

“Mr. Zicheng… has passed away.”