Bai Yanzhou had no choice but to do as he was told.
Carrying Shen Qinglan in his arms, he leaped back down onto the street.
He took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength, and shouted, “Make way!
Make way!
Someone’s injured!
We need a doctor!” His voice carried through the crowd, causing a brief commotion.
A path quickly opened before him.
At the main entrance, Guan Zhongjin was already waiting.
He had even deliberately positioned himself beside an elderly man with white hair, as though afraid no one would notice him.
The moment Bai Yanzhou appeared, Guan Zhongjin’s eyes lit up.
He clapped his hands and called out dramatically, “Yanzhou—!” He dragged out the last syllable as though he were performing onstage.
“What happened to the young lady?
Is she injured?” Bai Yanzhou rolled his eyes inwardly.
Didn’t he already know?
What kind of act was he putting on now?
Still, Bai Yanzhou could only answer in a deep voice, “I saw someone trying to harm her in an alley.
She was injured while fighting back in self-defense.
I’ve already ordered the criminals to be captured.” “What?!” Guan Zhongjin’s eyes widened dramatically.
With a flick of his folding fan, he nearly smacked himself across the nose, his movements so exaggerated that he looked like an actor onstage.
“Go!
Hurry!
Take those criminals to Yanming Hall.
I’ll interrogate them myself!” After saying that, he deliberately put on a righteous expression.
Then, he suddenly blinked and leaned closer to Bai Yanzhou.
He lowered his voice, yet somehow still spoke loudly enough for everyone around them to hear.
“Yanzhou, hurry and take the young lady to a guest room.
Do you know who she is?” A vein throbbed at Bai Yanzhou’s temple.
Gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to roll his eyes again, he replied coldly, “She’s the young lady of Green Bamboo Hall.” “Green Bamboo Hall?” A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly came from nearby.
The two turned toward the sound and saw a young man walking toward them.
His features were stern, and his presence was imposing.
His voice was not loud, yet every word carried a firm, forceful weight.
It was Shen Qinglan’s older brother—Shen Mo’an.
The moment Shen Mo’an saw the pale figure in Bai Yanzhou’s arms, panic flashed across his face.
“Lan’er!” His anxious voice cut through the air.
Shen Mo’an quickened his pace and pushed through the crowd.
His gaze immediately fell on Shen Qinglan.
Her face was as pale as paper, and the sleeve covering her left arm was already soaked with blood.
His heart clenched painfully.
Without another word, he took her straight from Bai Yanzhou’s arms.
“Quick!
A doctor!
I need a doctor!
Who here is a doctor?!” Panic and fear filled his voice.
His arms trembled slightly as he held his younger sister, afraid that she might suddenly disappear from his arms.
“This old man is!” A white-haired elderly man immediately stepped out from the crowd.
“So am I!
I’m a physician from Renji Hall!” another elderly man hurriedly called out.
Guan Zhongjin had been waiting by the main entrance and had already taken in the entire situation.
Seeing that Shen Qinglan had finally been brought back, he became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He deliberately dragged out his words, his movements exaggerated enough to resemble another theatrical performance.
“Oh my!
So it’s Doctor Kang and Doctor Li!
Heaven really is helping us today!” He cupped his hands toward them and hurried forward.
“Doctors, Miss Shen is in your hands!” With that, Guan Zhongjin personally led the way, quickly taking them toward the guest rooms.
Before leaving, he did not forget to glance back at Bai Yanzhou and give him a meaningful look.
Bai Yanzhou silently sighed.
Now he finally understood why Guan Zhongjin had insisted that he “go back the way he came.” Sure enough…
That girl’s older brother was probably not someone easy to deal with.