His eyes went black from excessive blood loss.
Gu Huaiwei immediately took out bandages, inhibitors and anti-inflammatory drugs from the jade bracelet.
"Save him, don't let him die." She threw those things to Bai Meemie.
Bai Meemie first used a tissue to wipe Zhang Wenwu's sweat.
The cutting technique she had just used had ensured that the wound was as smooth as possible. At the moment of cutting, the blood vessels were sutured to prevent death from excessive blood loss.
"Don't cry, don't cry. MeeMee will sew it back for you."
Zhang Wenwu couldn't cry anymore, he was about to die.
Bai Meemie removed stitches and sewed... and turned from a butcher into a toy repairer.
She came from Paradise, with the skin of a human but the heart of a beast.
Zhang Wenwu had fainted from the severe pain.
Gu Huaiwei held the paintbrush in her hand and added the final touch of color.
Her works are not confined to realism, but focus on freehand brushwork.
As for the artistic conception, it is up to the viewer to understand it for himself.
Han Zhusheng had already repaired the bookshelf. After he sorted out the books scattered on the floor, Gu Huaiwei's painting was almost completed.
He walked over and prepared to appreciate Gu Huaiwei's work, but fell silent the moment he saw her paintings.
“Is this your work?”
"Yes." Gu Huaiwei clapped her hands and looked at her masterpiece with great satisfaction.
Seeing Han Zhusheng's silence, she frowned and warned him, "Let me be frank. You can criticize my character, but you can't criticize my artwork."
Han Zhusheng looked at the large lump on the white paper, trying to connect the content of the painting with the object of the painting.
He raised his hand, pointed at an abstract area, and asked, "Is this circle with irregular lines the library's ceiling light? Are these black dots the shadows within the light?"
"No, this circle is your handsome head." Gu Huaiwei pointed to the tangled lines next to it, "This is your hair, and these two black dots are your eyes..."
Gu Huaiwei began to explain her paintings in detail.
After Bai Meemie finished stitching, she threw the unconscious Zhang Wenwu aside. Her furry little head popped in from under Gu Huaiwei's elbow, like a fleece peeking out its head.
"I thought this was the belly, and those black dots are two little pinches." Bai Meemie's eyes were full of curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Gu Huaiwei's eyes widened immediately and she said dissatisfiedly, "How can your belly be that small?"
Bai Meemie smiled sweetly: "But your face isn't that round."
Han Zhusheng hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time.
He even had some doubts, with the reincarnation of copies and the deepening of pollution, whether he had really been distorted into the appearance in the painting.
"Come to me tonight at midnight with this work of yours, and together we will give this gift to my mother."
After Gu Huaiwei agreed, Han Zhusheng and the library staff left the newspaper reading area on the second floor.
When they evacuated, the cold and oppressive atmosphere also disappeared, and the red flashing light at the entrance of the newspaper reading area turned green.
Gu Huaiwei helped Zhang Wenwu up. She took out a wheelchair from her jade bracelet and lifted the big guy up. She also applied anti-inflammatory medicine and bandaged his lost left hand.
His other hand and feet had just been sewn together, with the bones, meridians and skin all sewn back on. However, the toughness of Bai Meemie's stitches was limited, so he still needed to recuperate and could not do strenuous exercise for the time being.
The cross necklace on Qin Yuhuan's neck is a strange prop that allows her to conceal her presence.
However, strange props are useless to Gu Huaiwei, because she is not strange.
Bai Meemie pushed the wheelchair and trotted behind Gu Huaiwei. Gu Huaiwei followed the scent of Qin Yuhuan in the air, crossed the hall, and came to the women's restroom on the first floor.
She pushed open the door and saw red liquid flowing from the faucet in the toilet. The lights above her head were flickering. There were five toilet cubicles in total. The doors of the first four were all ajar, and it was pitch black inside.
Only the door to the fifth compartment was closed.
Qin Yuhuan hid in the last compartment.
When Gu Huaiwei kicked the door open, her face was pale and she was nervously holding the toilet plunger in her hand. The red cross was emitting a faint glow, covering up her human aura.
"Don't be nervous, I'm here to return your husband."
Gu Huaiwei turned sideways, and Qin Yuhuan saw Zhang Wenwu lying unconscious in a wheelchair.
"Wenwu." She was a little excited and wanted to rush over to check on her husband's condition.
Gu Huaiwei immediately supported Qin Yuhuan and prevented her from getting close: "Be careful, you are pregnant, don't get too excited."
"Your hands... are hot..." Qin Yuhuan looked at Gu Huaiwei in disbelief.
Just now, Qin Yuhuan clearly saw the girl in front of her talking and laughing with Guiyi.
She and Guiyi should be in the same group, so why would she come to help these trial-takers?
"It's like this. Your husband owed us a condition before he fell into a coma, and now is the time to repay it..." Gu Huaiwei briefly explained what had just happened upstairs, and then took out two main contracts and a supplementary contract.
The supplementary contract stipulates the terms for the baby.
Qin Yuhuan regarded the contract as an invitation to a new copy.
Zhang Wenwu was in Gu Huaiwei's hand, and she signed it resolutely for the safety of her husband.
Gu Huaiwei no longer explains the nature of the Oasis Sanatorium to the trial-takers.
Those who undergo trials are all vigilant people.
They didn't believe that Gu Huaiwei, who came from an unknown background, would not harm others and was willing to help them.
Since this is the case, it is better to go with the flow. They accept Gu Huaiwei's help and pay the "price" of going to a new copy. It is reasonable and easier for them to accept.
When leaving the women's restroom, Gu Huaiwei held the contract in her hand, ignoring the sweetness of the two people behind her who had escaped disaster, and was in a good mood.
The first door of the women's restroom slowly opened.
A pair of red eyes are looking out.
"What are you looking at? Go to the bathroom and stop being so curious." Gu Huaiwei helped Guiyi close the door.
A pale hand stretched out from another toilet cubicle, as if wanting to borrow something.
Gu Huaiwei placed a piece of yellow paper with the inscription of longevity in the strange hand, and then slowly withdrew the hand.
The women's restroom is even colder.
Gu Huaiwei noticed something was wrong and reminded the two people who were acting out a sad scene behind her.
"Ms. Qin, you'd better push your husband out of here first."
"Okay... let's go now." Qin Yuhuan also knew that this place was not safe. She wiped away her tears and quickly pushed Zhang Wenwu away.
Gu Huaiwei waited until they left before leaving the women's restroom.
Before leaving, she glanced at the mirror in front of the sink.
The mirror reflects the third door of the toilet cubicle. Looking directly at it, the wooden door is ajar.
But looking in the mirror of the pool, the wooden door was open, and a woman in red with disheveled hair was standing at the door, holding a pair of scissors in her hand.
The red water in the pool spread out.
The woman's hair was very long and hung in the water.
Just now, when the woman in red appeared in the mirror, the temperature in the women's restroom dropped and other strange things began to stir.
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