"Hmm," Huo Linfeng said casually.
He seemed to be answering on behalf of himself, as if he wasn't doing so.
Professor Lin asked, "Does she know?"
You don't know, do you?
No matter what he does, his emotions remain calm and unperturbed. Even now, as he picks up a scalpel and makes a cut on his fair wrist, he remains as serene as a breeze.
Bright red blood gushed out, dripping into the container.
"So, he shouldn't be in any danger, right?"
Huo Linfeng looked at Tang Shengze lying on the hospital bed.
Professor Lin said, "You're fine for now, but you..."
Huo Linfeng's fair face gradually turned pale.
He had fair skin and a noble air, but after releasing his blood, his haggard appearance was easily noticeable.
Her rosy lips were pale.
Huo Linfeng acted as if nothing was wrong, clenching his fists so that blood gushed out even faster. He smiled and said, "It's just a little blood, it won't kill me."
“You’ve been taking all sorts of herbs since you were a child, so your blood is different from normal people’s. It’s thanks to you that Tang Shengze’s life has been saved for the time being.”
Professor Lin bandaged Huo Linfeng's wound, but he went too far, leaving a large gash with exposed white flesh, making the wound look rather gruesome.
If Huo Linfeng hadn't been there, Tang Shengze might have been in mortal danger.
Fortunately, I met him.
However, no one knew this except Huo Linfeng himself.
"This is destiny, a benefactor destined for us," Huo Linfeng said casually, seemingly unconcerned about his pale face.
Although her gentle face was pale, it was as alluring as a spring breeze, as if she had been injured, like a small cut from a knife.
Subsequently, Tang Shengze's bluish-purple complexion, which had been in a coma, became much rosier than before.
However, we must not let our guard down until a suitable drug is found.
Back at the Tang family home, everything was as usual, except that there were fewer people in the house, making it much quieter than before.
Tang Yaoyao walked into her home. It had been many years since she had been home. She was filled with emotion, thinking of her healthy father walking through every inch of the house, or perhaps in some corner, picking her up when she was a child.
People always crave the care that was once so abundant only after they have lost it.
Now that it's almost completely dried up, people are starting to pay real attention to it again.
"Miss is back. How is Master?"
There were several servants in the house who inquired about Tang Shengze's condition.
At first glance, everyone seemed like a good person to Tang Yaoyao, but whether they were truly disguised as humans or ghosts remained to be seen until the truth was revealed.
She had no interest in lingering with these people and asked, "Are all the servants here?"
"Uh." They didn't know what had happened, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "There are still a few people weeding in the garden."
"Call them all over here, I have something to ask you." Tang Yaoyao said seriously.
Tang Yujiao, who had stayed at the house longer, knew better how many servants there were, and she was very familiar with the faces of those she knew and those she had met a few times.
She looked at them and said, "They've been with the Tang family for a few years now, and they don't seem to be acting strangely."
Tang Yaoyao said, "Let's talk about it after everyone arrives."
Before long, all the servants of the Tang family had gathered, about seven or eight in total, each with their heads down, as if they had all done something wrong.
It's understandable. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and since they were all servants in the Tang family, they had to be mindful of their master's mood.
"You all know that my dad is sick, right?"
Tang Yaoyao sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked around at the servants with her beautiful eyes.
Under the piercing gaze, the servants lowered their heads even further: "We know."
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