Chapter 26: Twenty-sixth Night
Qiu Tingxu:? ? ?
He was sure that he was the only one on this side of the bookshelf, and he did not give the bookshelf such a strong push.
So why did he lean to the opposite side?
Also, where is Xu Yansheng, who was so loud right in front of him just now?
Was you eaten by a ghost?
He was on this side of the bookshelf and had no way to stop the entire bookshelf from falling over. He had no leverage and could only watch the bookshelf fall over.
In a flash, he realized something and ran towards the bookshelf.
"Xu Yansheng, are you just across the street?"
Predictably, he got no response.
There were quite a few people on the fifth floor of the library, but it just happened that there were not many people here. Most of them sat in a specific area and read quietly.
The commotion was quite loud, and some people began to pay attention to the situation here.
Suddenly, the fifth floor, which was originally so quiet that only the sound of turning pages could be heard, began to become noisy, with screams and calls for help rising one after another.
Although the bookshelves are arranged like a maze, due to space considerations, if one bookshelf collapses, another one will inevitably be affected.
Then the five-story bookshelf began to fall down one by one like dominoes.
The students who were looking for books on the fifth floor rushed towards the desk area in panic, but in the blink of an eye, the crowd and the fallen bookshelf were clearly separated.
Not only Qiu Tingxu was dumbfounded, but the librarian who had been guarding here was also dumbfounded.
Before Qiu Tingxu had time to see Xu Yansheng, the bookshelf had already fallen to the ground.
"Fuck, Xu Yansheng, don't let yourself be beaten to death..."
Since he was standing at the source, the falling bookshelf did not threaten him.
But he didn't feel at ease at all because he didn't know where Xu Yansheng was buried.
The air suddenly became tense. He seemed not to hear the noisy panic in the library, nor did he notice that the sunlight outside the window was dimmed by dark clouds.
All he could see was the wooden bookshelf in front of him. The books inside had fallen down and were stacked on the ground, forming a tilted angle.
Qiu Tingxu only hoped that the space under this tilted angle would be enough for Xu Yansheng to survive.
He grabbed the empty wooden bookshelf with both hands and with an effort he stood it up again.
The bookshelf without the weight of the books is not particularly heavy; what is heavy is the pile of books on the ground.
Qiu Tingxu didn't notice the astonished expressions of the onlookers after he set up the bookshelf.
All I saw was Xu Yansheng curled up in a pile of books.
A tall man huddled up in a ball, his long messy hair tangled with his books, his face buried in his arms.
An obvious gesture of self-preservation, but now there is no movement at all.
Qiu Tingxu didn't care about the books all over the floor and just stepped on them with his big feet.
The librarians and staff who came to help did not stop him.
Human life is always more important than anything else.
Some students also volunteered to set up bookshelves to search for other victims, but most of them just waited and watched.
The administrator howled, "What are you all looking at here? Do you think these fallen bookshelves can stand up on their own? Do you think these books can be stacked up on their own? Help me!"
Sounds like a grumpy one.
But this has nothing to do with Qiu Tingxu, he is only worried about Xu Yansheng.
He dug the man out from the pile of books, but did not dare to touch him easily.
I could only ask with a trembling voice: "...Xu Yansheng? Are you still awake?"
For several seconds, Xu Yansheng didn't move.
It was only a few seconds, but Qiu Tingxu felt it was as long as a century.
He almost called an ambulance.
The second before taking out the phone, Xu Yansheng moved.
Not only did he move, but a heavy and indistinct sound came from his throat, which was particularly obvious amid the rustling sound of books.
He wasn't talking, or maybe he wanted to talk but couldn't.
Qiu Tingxu pushed the books on his body aside one by one to make it easier for Xu Yansheng to move.
During this time, Xu Yansheng gradually stretched his limbs, sat up a little confused, and stared blankly at his left wrist.
Qiu Tingxu saw that there was nothing wrong with his other parts, and then he looked at his hands.
After seeing this, he wanted to die.
Who the hell can tell him why Xu Yansheng's wrist is so full of disasters?
I saw that the skin on Xu Yansheng's wrist, which had not yet fully healed, was torn open again, and fresh blood was seeping out from the old wound again.
Stained by the long sleeves with strange openings and the pages of books that were accidentally touched.
Looking closely, there was already a small pool of bright red liquid on the ground.
Qiu Tingxu cursed with trembling lips: "...Fuck!"
His hands were shaking as he pressed the phone: "... Doctor Han, fifth floor of the library, my wrist is bleeding, come and help me."
After hanging up the phone, he wiped his face and took off the wrist guard on his left wrist.
"Do you have a pen? Can you lend me one?"
While wrapping the wristband around Xu Yansheng's arm, he asked for help from the people around him.
Someone handed him a pen from the side. He didn't even look at it. He just said thank you, took it and used the pen to hold his wrist guard.
The wrist guard was tied tightly around Xu Yansheng's arm, slowing down the rate at which blood flowed out.
Qiu Tingxu then raised his head and looked at Xu Yansheng, and said in a deep voice: "Don't tell me this was cut from a book."
Xu Yansheng actually nodded.
Although this wound overlapped the old wound, it was obviously not broken open, but was cut open again.
The opening of the cuffs could testify to this; the opening lying horizontally there seemed to be mocking Qiu Tingxu's innocence.
——Do you think you can really protect someone who is bound to die?
——Do you think that if you follow him, there will be no accidents?
——Too naive. Even under your nose, Xu Yansheng would still be hurt again and again!
Qiu Tingxu covered his face in frustration, "Xu Yansheng..."
“…What should I do?”
Xu Yansheng's heart twitched, and he silently touched his leg with his right hand. Qiu Tingxu gently held it and placed it safely on his leg.
"Don't move."
Xu Yansheng obediently stopped moving.
Han Yun might have very fast legs, he came very quickly.
The first thing to do after arriving is to stop the bleeding and disinfect.
The first sentence was: "Are you here to boost my sales? Do I need this kind of sales, huh?"
"You guys are scaring me to the point that my heart is about to stop beating!"
Qiu Tingxu was speechless.
Han Yun began to bandage again, muttering, "What happened this time? How can I bleed in a library? I don't understand!"
Qiu Tingxu was silent for a second, "This matter may be more mysterious than last time. I suggest you watch the surveillance."
Han Yun: "...I'll go."
At this time, the librarian came over and asked Han Yun with concern: "Doctor, is the child okay? Nothing can happen to him. Such a young child is at the prime of his youth..."
There is none of the momentum of the Hedong Lion Roar just now.
He also contacted the school hospital to come over in case of any future events, but an organization obviously could not run as fast as Han Yun alone.
Han Yun: "It's nothing serious, don't worry, is anyone else injured?"
The administrator shook his head: "Strangely enough, except for this student, all other students have time to avoid the bookshelves."
Han Yun was silent. He felt vaguely that his Tao heart was unstable again.
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