Chapter Forty-One: No Need for a Password

“The one who was hit is a girl! She’s very young, probably just over twenty.”

“This is terrible! Completely hopeless! The girl can’t move at all—her entire body must be shattered. Is there any chance she’ll survive?”

At that moment, someone, driven by a heroic urge to rescue the damsel in distress, mustered the courage to approach the car.

Climbing onto the twisted wreckage, he boldly reached into the girl’s bag and pulled out her phone.

Luckily, the phone was unlocked and didn’t require a password.

The bystander quickly dialed the number saved as “Daddy.”

“Hello! I’m a driver passing by this highway. Your daughter’s just been in a car accident—her life is in danger. We’ve already called an ambulance. Please come as soon as possible.”

“Hurry, please, it’s urgent—if you’re late, you might not even get to see her. I’ll send you the address through her WeChat.”

“I won’t say more—just come quickly, I’m not lying. I’m using her phone—she’s unconscious right now.”

On the other end of the line, a stern-faced middle-aged man, who had been in a meeting, suddenly turned deathly pale, as if struck by a mortal blow.

He collapsed to the ground, trembling.

“Huan’er, Huan’er! What’s happened to you? Daddy’s coming right away! Please, don’t let anything happen to you!”

This man was none other than Sun Linhai, the uncle who had stolen Lu Hao’s girlfriend, and the most influential member of the Sun family.

It could be said that ninety percent of the Sun family’s wealth came from this uncle.

Gifted with an extraordinary business sense and sharp mind, it was he who had once resolutely led the family into entrepreneurship, resulting in their present prosperity.

He had now founded Sun Capital, an investment company just beginning to take shape.

His personal wealth had already surpassed hundreds of millions, and he had helped Sun Wenguo’s father, Sun Damin, rise from a humble farmer to become chairman of a real estate company, engaging in construction material and property development.

In short, Sun Linhai was the main pillar of the entire Sun family—the very sky above them. Sun Wenguo might provoke anyone, but never dared to cross this founding titan of the family.

And Sun Linhai’s greatest vulnerability was, without question, his daughter.

“Quick! Everyone, follow me to the scene! My daughter’s been hit by a car!” Sun Linhai roared with a crazed desperation, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was about to lose all reason.

Meanwhile, at the scene where his daughter had been struck—

Lu Hao had intended to step forward and help, but was stopped by the crowd.

They didn’t know who he was or trust his medical skills, so they refused to let him approach.

This time, without Zhao Cuihua to stand up for him and argue with the naysayers, Lu Hao could do nothing.

Left with no choice, Lu Hao decided to leave—for he himself and his driver had sustained some injuries.

After giving his driver some basic treatment, Lu Hao took him to the hospital, called his family, and urged them to come quickly.

Then, Lu Hao set off for the city’s herbal medicine shop to continue purchasing supplies.

The process was smooth—he placed his order, paid a deposit, left his address with the sales clerk, signed the contract, and departed.

Afterward, he went to the notary office to finalize his clinic license, then prepared to return home.

He had no idea that today’s accident had already unleashed a storm within the Sun family.

“He’s not dead—he actually survived!” At that moment, Sun Wenguo, who had witnessed the entire accident from another car, wore a hideous scowl.

“Bang!” He slammed his palm furiously against the steering wheel.

The fool he’d sent had been killed by the car, but Lu Hao had emerged unscathed, not even slightly injured—in fact, he’d even managed to drive another car and take his own taxi driver to the hospital.

Just then, his phone rang—it was his father.

On the other end, the voice was cold and harsh.

“Wenguo, right now—immediately—come home! Stop whatever you’re doing. Your uncle’s daughter has been hit by a car, right on South Ring Road. Get over here now.”

“The entire Zhou family is here.”

At those words, Sun Wenguo’s expression changed drastically. South Ring Road—that was this very road!

His cousin had actually been hit by a car! Who in the world would dare to hit someone from the Zhou family?

As Sun Wenguo, seething with anger, prepared to drive home and gather his family to see his uncle, a flash of red caught his eye.

That red Porsche Panamera—it looked awfully familiar. Wasn’t that... wasn’t that his cousin Sun Zihuan’s car?

“No way—it can’t be such a coincidence! Did my people hit my own cousin?” Sun Wenguo broke out in a cold sweat.

“I remember her license plate ends with 887.”

With that thought, he drove over for a closer look.

Stepping out of the car, he saw the yellow license plate with 887 at the end, and a wave of utter despair washed over him.

“What am I going to do?”

He had never imagined such a thing would happen.

Confess? Impossible. If he told the truth, his uncle would never give him another cent or help him with his business. His daughter was his greatest treasure.

There was only one way—to frame Lu Hao. That bastard was responsible for his cousin’s accident!

Sun Wenguo clenched his teeth, steeling his resolve.

He would keep his mouth shut, bury this secret for the rest of his life.

The breeze cooled his fevered mind, helping him regain some composure.

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By this time, Lu Hao had finished all his affairs and returned home.

Nearly everything was in place for the opening of his clinic; all that remained was to rent a larger house, preferably with several rooms.

This would make it easier to store medicines and treat his patients.

Lu Hao soon found an old, rather dilapidated courtyard in the village. Despite its shabby appearance, its feng shui was excellent, backed by mountains and facing water, spacious and solidly built.

It was ingeniously designed, a two-part courtyard with a central pond, surrounded by side rooms, a parlor, and the main house.

The place had stood for nearly a century. Though worn now, back fifty or seventy years ago, only the truly wealthy could have dreamed of living there.

Now, only an eccentric old man remained as its occupant.

“Hey, Uncle Wang, how much would it cost to rent your courtyard? I want to open a clinic.”