Local time, eleven in the morning.
Birmingham City General Hospital.
"It's unbelievable. Such a chaotic scene, and yet not a single person was seriously injured. Oh my God, Queen bless them. At least twenty cars collided with each other, and over seventy people were involved, yet everyone walked out unharmed. Zhuang, I think the reason for this miracle must be the Queen's blessing."
Sitting in the hospital corridor with a band-aid on his forehead, someone excitedly grabbed Yan Xiaobei's hand, chattering away non-stop.
It's not the Queen's blessing, it's mine.
Yan Xiaobei thought to himself.
The black aura around this guy's brow was getting thicker, and the curse of bad luck even implicated others. If it weren't for my intervention, the unlicensed driver, the culprit of the car accident—
Even if this guy was a knight's daughter, a noble descendant, she couldn't avoid being detained for decades.
