Late at night, Yinchuan, hospital.
Jing Ming leaned against the wall of the corridor, with his head down, his eyes were absent-minded, and he didn't know where he was looking.
How hopeful Wan Ziang and others are waiting anxiously.
The emergency room door was suddenly pulled open.
Jing Ming raised his head for a moment, focused his eyes, and strode over.
The doctor asked: "Who are the family members of the patient?"
"I am." Jing Ming asked, "Doctor, how is she doing?"
"Stomach bleeding is very dangerous, and surgery is required immediately."
Jing Ming was startled, and turned his head to the side, as if he didn't understand: "She was just pushed, how could it be..."
"You don't know that she has a history of serious stomach problems? Then there is a huge external impact," the doctor became suspicious. "What kind of family member are you?"
Jing Ming: "Husband."
"Sign the surgery consent form."
Jing Ming took the consent form and was about to sign it at a glance, but saw a line: "The patient and the patient's family members voluntarily bear the risk of surgery."
His hand holding the pen paused, and he raised his head: "Is the operation risky?"
Doctor: "Any operation in the world has risks, and there is no one hundred percent."
Jing Ming turned pale, and said, "You are doctors, this kind of situation is not uncommon, how can there be any risk?"
Zhu Tao persuaded: "Jingming, all consent forms for surgery have to be signed in this way, it's a process. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Jingming's eyes were red: "What if something happens? Who should I ask for someone?!"
Zhu Tao was taken aback.
Jing Ming wiped his face vigorously, forced himself to calm down, took a breath, retracted his chin, and quickly signed the word "Jing Ming" in the lower right corner.
The fonts that are checked out are shaken.
Doctors and nurses quickly took away his consent form for surgery and entered the operating room.
The door slammed shut.
Jing Ming stood where he was, without a single movement in his body, only his hands clenched into fists, trembling.
After a long time, he walked back to the wall and squatted down, burying his head in his arms.
After more than three hours, the operation was completed.
The nurse came out and informed: "The operation was successful, and the family members can rest assured."
The person was pushed out, Jing Ming got up and strode over.
On the hospital bed, Du Ruo's face was as pale as paper, even her lips were white, her eyes were closed tightly, and she was as quiet as dead.
Just looking at her, he burst into tears.
"It's okay." He shook her cold little hand, trembling and panting, "It's okay."
…
Jing Ming came out of the doctor's office.
He Wang asked, "What did the doctor say?"
Jing Ming: "I just explained some postoperative precautions."
Wan Ziang and the others breathed a sigh of relief: "We can rest assured that there is nothing wrong."
Jing Ming was a little tired, and said: "It's too late, you all go back. Have a good rest and prepare for the next game."
After hearing what he said, everyone will know what it means. But it's not surprising, how could Jingming leave Du Ruo alone in Yinchuan.
No one persuaded him, didn't say much, just said: "Don't worry, we will bring Wei Yi back to Beijing in four days."
Jing Ming nodded: "It's up to you."
He shook hands with the brothers in the team in turn.
In the corridor of the hospital, we parted in a hurry.
See you in Beijing.
Jing Ming watched the eight of them leave and returned to the ward.
It was quiet in the ward late at night.
Du Ruo was in a deep sleep with an IV on his right hand. More than a dozen bottles of potion will be hung tonight.
Jing Ming went over and sat down beside her bed, took a look at her face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood, he frowned fiercely for a moment, covered his eyes with his hands, and burst into tears.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, he quickly wiped his eyes, got up and left the ward.
Go to the stairs and pick up the phone: "Hello?"
Chen Xian reported to him: "Boss, everything is done. We exposed all the things Pengcheng did, and sister Yang Shu also publicly sued the organizing committee in the name of Chunhe Technology."
Guo Hongneng went to the garage smoothly and approached the racing car. The caretaker just happened to be away, and the garage monitoring just happened to have problems. This matter is not as simple as the negligence of the organizers.
Pengcheng must have bought some internal officials, and even the previous cheating is inseparable, and it is very likely that it was a cooperation between the inside and the outside.
Jing Ming: "What's the situation now?"
"Sister Yang Shu also secretly found many media on various platforms to disclose this matter."
Jingming was silent.
Pengcheng cheated the day before, and he didn't use any public opinion to push him, nor did he make trouble.
But this time, how ruthless it is.
"You tell Yang Shu that I will send them to jail."
"yes."
Jing Ming returned to the ward.
Du Ruo was still in a deep sleep.
He walked over lightly, stood by the bed, held her cold little hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.
He stayed up all night, kept on the drip, and called the nurse to change the medicine at some point.
Until dawn, at five o'clock in the morning, Du Ruo's hand twitched suddenly, as if falling into a nightmare.
Jingming thought she was going to wake up, so he called out, "Chun'er."
A line of clear tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. She opened her eyes halfway, grabbed him tightly, and whimpered: "Che... the reporter... wants to kill you... Jingming, be careful... they want to kill you."
She panted a few times, and suddenly closed her eyes again, leaving only the wet tears on her temples.
Jing Ming took a deep breath, held back, and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb.
…
When Du Ruo woke up, he didn't know the time.
The spring sun shines in through the curtains, gentle and warm.
It was quiet in the ward.
There was a burst of pain from the wound in the abdomen, and the drip was still hanging on the back of the right hand. She frowned uncomfortably.
Turning his head to look, there was a small accompanying bed next to him, the quilt was lifted, and it hadn't been folded yet.
She knew that Jingming must have slept.
Such a small bed, he probably couldn't fit it even if he curled up in it.
Staring at the small bed in a daze, the door of the ward opened.
Jing Ming came in with a bottle of boiling water, and was taken aback: "Are you awake?"
"There are reporters." She said hoarsely, "Jing Ming. There are reporters in the garage."
Jing Ming was taken aback again, not thinking that the first thing she would do when she wakes up would be him.
"I'm fine." He reassured, "Chun'er, there are cameras and recorders in the car, you forgot?"
She was stunned for a moment, then said, "I was in a hurry, I forgot."
As she spoke, her eyes rolled slightly, and she relaxed visibly.
He touched her forehead, speechless.
He didn't tell her anything else.
Pengcheng bought internal officials, cheated, and framed the national team. This matter has fermented into a major social event.
A thorough investigation was ordered from above.
Once verified, both Ruifeng and Pengcheng will face imprisonment.
It's ironic.
Dong Cheng Guo Hong and the others have no intention of research and development. Regardless of technology, their own car configuration is not up to standard. They are so stupid that they don't know that most of the participating cars have camera records for the team to extract data for future research and improvement. It's really a big joke to steal the chicken and deliver the rice to the door by yourself.
Du Ruo asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"Stomach bleeding. I'll call the doctor first." He rang the bell.
The doctor came for an examination soon, told her to rest well, and told her: "I can't eat for the time being. After exhausting, you can eat some light porridge. You can't eat too much. Pay attention to keep your mood comfortable and rest more."
Du Ruo was absent-minded and didn't listen.
Jing Ming was very serious, and asked, "It can only be white rice porridge, or can we add some vegetables and meat."
"Add a little bit appropriately to supplement nutrition."
As soon as the doctor left, Du Ruo asked weakly, "What time is it?"
"One o'clock in the afternoon." He glanced at her with guarded eyes, "what?"
"Where did they go? I want to watch the game." Her face was haggard, but her eyes flashed a light.
Jing Ming frowned: "Didn't hear what the doctor said? Rest more."
"It's okay to watch the game." She protested softly, "My body hurts, so I need to distract myself."
He paused and asked slowly, "Where does it hurt?"
"Stomach." She was in pain.
Jing Ming lifted her quilt to take a look, reached in, and gently rubbed her belly.
She opened her eyes wide in bewilderment, um, it really relieved a lot.
Jing Ming explained: "What's going on in the future, don't be brave. Do you hear me?"
I don't want her to be stubborn: "But I don't allow others to touch our car. No one is allowed."
Jing Ming's tone became more serious: "It's not worth it for you..."
"Whoever wants to harm you, I will fight him desperately."
Jing Ming felt a lump in his throat and remained silent.
In the ward, a needle can be heard for a while, only the spring breeze caressing the gauze curtains under the sun.
"You still say me," she whispered, "You are also so impulsive."
"I'm just..." He stopped talking in the middle of the sentence.
It's just that I'm afraid I can't protect you.
She thought of something, and asked again, "Where's Guo Hong?"
Jingming let out a cold sigh: "Dead."
"..."
He frowned, and seemed impatient to mention that person's name: "Took away by the police."
Fortunately, she pulled him back the second time, otherwise, Guo Hong would be useless. He can't just sit here in peace.
"Oh." Du Ruo muttered, and after a while, he whispered, "Jingming..."
"Um?"
"I want to watch the game..."
Jing Ming was still slowly rubbing her stomach with his hands, and his eyes moved over: "I don't feel comfortable rubbing?"
"..."
Du Ruoxin thumped, and silently turned her head away.
After a few seconds, I heard the commentator's voice: "Today's fourth stage of the sixth stage is Japan's..."
When Du Ruo turned her head, Jing Ming held the phone in front of her with one hand.
She was afraid that he would be tired, so she wanted to take it by herself. He shook his hand, avoiding her hand, impatiently: "Do you want to see it or not?"
"..."
She let him be.
After watching a group of games, it is a long non-special stage.
The convoy has entered the territory of Qinghai.
Cattle and sheep run on the plateau, and spring flowers are everywhere. The blue sky, grassland, and rolling mountains seem to be watching a landscape film.
After Du Ruo looked at it for a while, her eyelids became heavy and she fell asleep.
After the operation, the person is still very weak.
Jing Ming heard her slow and even breathing, so he put away his phone, and took his other hand out of the quilt.
He took a close look at her sleeping face for a while, looked at her, felt sleepy, and fell asleep beside the bed.
For the next two days, Jing Ming stayed in the ward all the time. Feed her porridge, carry her to the bathroom, and chat with her. It's just that she was still very imaginary, and often fell asleep halfway through the conversation with him.
On the third night after surgery, that is, the night of the fifth competition day, Du Ruo suddenly said to Jing Ming, "I want to go back to Beijing tomorrow."
Jing Ming refused without raising his head: "No."
Du Ruo took a breath: "But tomorrow is the last day, the end of the game."
Jing Ming: "So?"
"If Weiyi wins, we'll be crowned champions."
Jing Ming said: "If you will get it in the end, it doesn't matter whether you go to the scene or not."
"It's different." Du Ruo said.
Jing Ming looked into her eyes: "What's the difference?"
Du Ruo looked at him: "I want to see you standing on the podium, watching you win the world number one. Flowers, applause, awards, status, reputation, history... everything, Jing Ming, everything that originally belonged to you, I want to see them with my own eyes, descending on you again."
She smiled lightly, looking very happy,
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time. You know, I care about the sense of ceremony. And I want to witness that I will accompany Wei Yi to complete his final journey. I regret not being able to accompany him all the way these days. I know, It's a pity that you couldn't go with him."
She said, "Jingming, I insist."
Jing Ming looked at her for a long time, then nodded.
On the morning of the sixth match day, Jing Ming took Du Ruo back to Beijing.
She leaned in his arms all the way, her face was weak but peaceful, and she closed her eyes to rest.
Arrive in Beijing in the afternoon and transfer to the finish line at the foot of Badaling.
They sat in the VIP area, and together with all the fans, waited for the triumphant return of the team.
After a long journey of six days and six nights, nineteen teams are about to return to the starting point.
The last stage is on the wasteland 20 kilometers away from Badaling.
After nearly six days of competition, the cumulative timing of each stage. At present, Prime takes the shortest time and ranks first.
The second-ranked AD team followed closely behind with a difference of 28 seconds.
If there are no accidents, Prime will win the championship.
But until the last moment of the game, no one can say for sure.
On the previous match day, the French team accidentally overturned and fell directly from the top three to the thirteenth.
The closer to victory, the greater the expectation.
In the end, the game received unprecedented attention. The ratings of broadcast TV channels hit the highest level in nearly a decade. The webcast room was also crowded with netizens watching the game. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely hot, and everyone's eyes were focused on the big broadcast screen.
In order to keep the suspense, the organizer kept the top four teams in the final group.
After the first three groups of competitions, finally ushered in the last of the six-day and six-night marathon rally.
Du Ruo saw four cars parked at the start of the stage on the big screen. Their Prime No.3 is like a boy waiting to go home after trekking, quiet and restrained.
She had never been so nervous as at this moment, she held Jing Ming's hand tightly beside her.
After hearing an order, the four vehicles sped away, drawing four colored lines on the spring wilderness.
The four cars followed closely and drove side by side.
But Jing Ming and Du Ruo kept their eyes on the blue one.
They held each other's hands tightly, watching him gallop freely in the vast world, all the way fast, as if driving towards them from six years ago, seven years ago, and the more distant past.
He brought the memories of those teenagers when they were young, their smiles and tears, glory and frustration, their pain and pain, their joy and joy, ups and downs, and flew all the way.
He is free, he is flying, he is wanton, he is ideal, he is always firm and never yields;
He is like a blue dreamy teenager, crossing the finish line with everyone's dreams.
All of a sudden, the entire audience jumped up, screaming, shouting, and cheering, resounding through the sky.
And Du Ruo burst into tears.
Jing Ming's chest rose and fell, without saying a word, he hugged her into his arms, and kissed the top of her head forcefully.
More than ten minutes later, Prime No.3 and other 19 cars returned to the foot of the Great Wall amidst the welcome and wild cheers of the fans.
The off-road vehicles of each team also arrived one after another.
Jing Ming and Du Ruo went to greet him, the car door opened, and He Wang jumped out of the car with a big smile on his face, and jumped into Jing Ming's arms, giving him a huge hug on the spot:
"Ladies are back!"
Wan Ziang, Zhu Tao, and Tu Zhiyuan all jumped down and hugged each other.
came back.
After seven years, they are finally back!
The so-called top of the world is just a place they have been to; it is just a place they searched all the way and want to return to.
Now, they climbed to the top again and planted the banner that said "Prime".
At the award ceremony, Jing Ming received the trophy from Mr. Prak, Vice Chairman of the Organizing Committee of the International Autonomous Driving Competition. At that moment, the salute was opened, the applause was thunderous, and the flashlight was so bright that people could barely open their eyes.
The moderator invited him to give a speech.
Jing Ming bowed his head slightly, leaned closer to the microphone, and said bluntly: "Here today, tell everyone who is the boss."
A burst of laughter broke out in the audience.
Reporters, contestants, and audience laughed and shouted: "You!!!"
The team members around him, He Wang Wan Ziang, all shouted: "You!"
Du Ruo looked up at him, watching the colorful papers falling from the sky.
Jingming's side face is so real in the sunlight.
At this moment, Jing Ming is confident, proud, with innate frivolity and flair, just like the boy back then.
It's great that he's back.
The boy from back then, the best person in the world in her eyes, has completely returned.
While she was still staring, he seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head.
The four eyes meet, and the colored paper is flying.
Under the stage, there were bursts of cheers, and the spotlights were shining.
He smiled at her, his eyes were deep, as if there were stars in his eyes, just like back then. He put his arms around her waist and brought her to his side, and lowered his head to place a deep kiss on her lips.
The screams from the audience pierced the eardrums.
At that moment, her dream came true.