His left hand was already injured, so he was slashing with his right hand now.
It's like your own skin isn't your own; you cut your wrist without hesitation.
Soon, drops of blood began to fall into the bowl.
He clenched his fist, and the blood flowed even faster.
The blood rippled in the bowl, and every molecule was indeed a trace of his deep love for Tang Yaoyao.
Tang Yaoyao stared at Huo Linfeng's actions in disbelief, remaining stunned for several seconds, her feet seemingly rooted to the spot and unable to move.
No wonder his face was deathly pale.
No wonder there's such a big wound on her wrist.
What exactly is he doing?
Why make such a huge sacrifice?
Tang Yaoyao was feeling conflicted. She felt indebted to Huo Linfeng, and that the favor was too great for her to ever repay.
The feeling was too complicated. I didn't want to hurt him, but I always ended up hurting him unintentionally.
Tang Yaoyao gripped the doorknob, her knuckles white, wishing she could tear the doorknob off.
“Miss Tang…” The nurse was stunned and panicked when she saw Tang Yaoyao standing at the door.
Their gaze immediately shifted to the doorway.
When Huo Linfeng saw Tang Yaoyao, his hand was still bleeding, the blood flowing into the bowl, and the hideous wound was clearly exposed in front of Tang Yaoyao.
Tang Yaoyao opened her beautiful eyes wide, her eyes reddening as she stared intently at his wound.
Huo Linfeng remained calm. Seeing that the wound was full of blood, he took the gauze from the nurse and pressed it against the bleeding wound.
"Miss Tang, what are you doing here? Aren't you...?" The nurse was surprised.
Tang Yaoyao pushed open the door and walked in step by step, only to feel that her legs were too heavy.
Her gaze was fixed on Huo Linfeng: "If I hadn't forgotten my wallet, you would never have told me what you've done for me?"
Huo Linfeng put his hand behind his back: "Grape, it's not as complicated as you think."
"You've already bled him out, isn't that complicated?" Tang Yaoyao walked over, wanting to check his wound, and picked up his wrist.
Huo Linfeng refused, grabbing her fingertips with his other hand.
"Why are you leaving school? Do you think my father is being supported by your blood?"
Her casual remark left everyone present speechless.
She looked at Professor Lin and the nurse; neither of them spoke, and their expressions both conveyed agreement.
So it wasn't Professor Lin who saved him with his superb medical skills, but rather Huo Linfeng's blood that sustained his comatose father.
For a moment, Tang Yaoyao couldn't accept it. She looked at Huo Linfeng's gentle, pale face, his deep black eyes staring at her, but there was no ripple in his expression.
It's as if what's being released isn't blood.
Tang Yaoyao felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in her heart.
He saved her again.
He redeemed her.
How can we repay this kindness?
"Why didn't you tell me before making this decision on your own?"
"It's nothing," Huo Linfeng said indifferently.
Tang Yaoyao asked, "If we can't find any clues, will you have to bleed my dad every day?"
Huo Linfeng remained silent, which meant he acquiesced.
"If you can't find it in a day, you leave it for a day. What about a month? A year? No matter how much blood you have, it will eventually be drained. And you say it's a small matter? Is your health not a big deal?" Tang Yaoyao was even more nervous than Huo Linfeng. Her heart was clenched. He could talk about such a thing so casually.
His life was irrelevant.
"Grape, listen to me..."
Tang Yaoyao instinctively stepped back, unable to accept it, and pushed his hand away.
Afraid that it would hurt his hand, she gently stroked it away until Huo Linfeng's hand was placed at his side before she breathed a sigh of relief.
"You've all been keeping it from me, and I only just found out."
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