She turned back to Wang Jingyuan and tugged his sleeve, careful not to touch the wound.
She pulled Wang Jingyuan and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to the hospital."
When they first started walking towards the subway station, the blood kept dripping onto the path.
It scared Lu Qingyan witless.
Was it getting worse? Was he going to collapse?
She was practically vibrating with nerves, but every time her eyes met his, he'd give her that crooked, I'm-fine-don't-make-a-fuss grin. It irritated her more than it reassured her.
But later on, the wound didn't bleed anymore and Lu Qingyan's heart could finally settle down.
When they arrived at the hospital to get emergency treatment, the doctor gave him several stitches.
The doctor saw that Wang Jingyuan was quite handsome, so they were a bit more talkative.
"You, young people, it's fine if you want to fight, but you even have to use knives and other weapons. Do you think you'll be so lucky every time?"
