Han Jingnian watched as the girl fled from his embrace, a hint of softness flickering in the depths of his eyes that was hard to detect.
Within ten minutes of Han Jingnian's call to the police, the police car had arrived.
After a group of people were taken away by the police and put into the patrol car, someone approached Han Jingnian and Xia Wan'an, requesting them to drive and follow to the police station to give a statement.
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Han Zhijin had never felt time pass so slowly, not knowing how many times he had pulled out his phone to check the time. This behavior, within just an hour, had become habitual; he would instinctively press the unlock button on his phone every few minutes.
He was conflicted, both eager for the emergency room doors to open and afraid of them opening. He clearly remembered how, on the drive to the hospital with Song Youman, she had lost consciousness, her breathing becoming rapid and erratic like it might stop at any moment.
