Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âLU YICHEN!â
Mu Xiaoxiao panicked as she stared at the pool of blood, her face turning white with fear. She was so afraid that she couldnât even bear to look at his wound.
How could there be so much blood if it had been just a simple fall?!
Sure enough, Lu Yichenâs right hand had a lengthy cut, and blood was bubbling forth from it.
âHow could this have happened?â She looked terror-stricken as she stared helplessly at Lu Yichen, her hands trembling in fright.
No!
They couldnât let the blood continue to flow â they had to stop itâ¦
Yin Shaojie was not far from them and had rushed over as fast as possible. His expression turned chilly when he saw Lu Yichenâs wound.
This wound was caused by a sharp knife!
He didnât think twice as he yanked a passing studentâs tie off and tied a makeshift tourniquet above Lu Yichenâs wound hastily, even forgetting that this dude was a person he had a beef with. With the tight band on, the flow of blood slowed.
âShijun! Call an ambulance!â he shouted to Shijun, who was running towards them.
Song Shijun froze for a moment before he answered hastily, âOh okay! Iâll call one now!â
âWait, get the doctor from the sick bay here first, ASAP! Call the ambulance after that.â
âGot it!â
Han Qiqing had also arrived. She was in fright at the bloody scene before her, and tears leaped to her eyes as she looked at Lu Yichenâs pale face, feeling heartache at his situation. âLu Yichen⦠Are you alright? What happened? What is going on?â
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was beside Lu Yichen, had long been reduced to tears. She didnât dare to touch him, but she moved really close to him and didnât dare to look at anything else but him, afraid that he would die.
Her voice was thick with sobs, and her voice shook as she said, âLu Yichen, how are you feeling? Jie, whatâre we going to do? Heâs bleeding so, so much! W-will heâ¦â
She was really scared but could only try to comfort herself by saying that nothing would happen to Lu Yichen if Yin Shaojie was here in her heart.
Yin Shaojieâs face was grave as he administered basic first aid on Lu Yichen, but this could only slow down the blood flow temporarily.
He looked at Mu Xiaoxiao beside him. His gaze was steady as he swept her into his embrace with a long arm.
In a low voice, he whispered words of comfort into her ear, âDonât worry. Nothing will happen to him.â
However, it was likely that his artery had been sliced from the amount of blood that was pouring forth. It would be dangerous if the blood flow was not stopped.
Mu Xiaoxiao leaped into Yin Shaojieâs warm embrace and hugged him close, her body still shaking in fear.
She buried her head in his chest as she pleaded in a choked voice, âJie, you have to save him. Donât let him dieâ¦â
Yin Shaojie kissed her head gently and said, âOf course, Iâm right here.â
Perhaps that magnetic low voice of his had the power of comfort, or maybe it was the sound of his steady heartbeat. However, Mu Xiaoxiao gradually calmed down.
Bracing himself, Lu Yichen got up into a sitting position, not daring to touch his injured hand.
His lips were pale as though there was no more blood in his face.
He gritted his teeth and endured the frightening pain. He couldnât help but stare at the embracing figures right in front of him, and his gaze seemingly clouded over with a sense of loss.
After a few minutes, the doctor from the sick bay had rushed over and administered advanced first aid to Lu Yichen to reduce the blood flow.
After more than ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived.