The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Most of the blood had dried up, but a small amount of donated blood was still left.

The clothes she wore felt strangely hard, soaked in blood and frozen.

He slid his wheelchair out: "Prepare the car!"

The man shouted angrily.

Beside him, Gu Weimian seemed to wake up, looking at his face, his eyes had no fixed focus.

"Weimian? Weimian! Can you hear me calling you? If you can, just nod or blink!"

Gu Weimian felt as if she saw Huo Yan, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was almost whispering: "... You don't trust me either."

Huo Yan thought he didn't hear what Gu Weimian said, but he heard it clearly.

"Weimian..."

He narrowed his eyes, and his limbs seemed to be nailed to the spot.

She actually saw everything very clearly...

The man clenched his fists tightly.

Gu Weimian's eyes slowly closed again.

"Drive..." The man's voice was like a whisper.

The driver's hand trembled.

"I told you to drive!" A roar burst out from the man's throat.

The driver's face turned pale. He had watched Huo Yan grow up in the Huo family for so many years. This was the first time he saw a man lose his composure like this.

Huo Yan seemed like a wounded beast on the verge of death, crazy, cold, ready to reap the lives of anyone who approached him at any time.

One of his hands pressed the bleeding hole on Gu Weimian's chest. He didn't even dare to touch Gu Weimian's pulse, nor did he dare to feel Gu Weimian's breath.

...

The car drove to Mingzhu City Hospital at high speed.

The doctor was the first to meet him at the door of the emergency room.

"Prepare for surgery! Blood transfusion! Electric shock!" The doctor in a white coat held a flashlight in his hand, shining it into Gu Weimian's pupils, "The patient has entered a state of shock!"

As he said that, his hand hit Gu Weimian's chest.

After a few punches, the person on the bed didn't react at all.

"Motor!"

The bed was moving forward at a rapid speed, and Huo Yan followed Gu Weimian closely.

"Zizi-bang!"

Gu Weimian bounced up.

"Dilated pupils!"

As the doctor roared in his ear again and again, Huo Yan's heart became heavier and heavier, as if he had fallen into an endless ice cellar.

When Gu Xinguo arrived, he saw his granddaughter being sent to the emergency room covered in blood.

The man who had been strong all his life, his legs softened at this moment, and he fell backwards, and was supported by Gu Qifang who came from behind.

"Dad! Dad, are you okay?!" He glanced at the emergency room that had just been closed, and said with disapproval, "What do you think is going on with Weimian? She was locked up, so why did she commit suicide? Doesn't she know that adults will be worried!"

"Pop!" With a sound.

Gu Qifang covered his face and looked at Old Man Gu in disbelief.

Gu Xinguo's face was calm, and his eyes were fixed on Gu Qifang, his son, in front of him.

"That's an old wound that broke open. It was because you pushed Weimian onto the coffee table that it broke open! There's still Weimian's blood on the coffee table!" When he learned about this from the servants and saw the blood on the glass coffee table, who knows how much pain he felt!

Gu Xinguo grabbed Gu Qifang by the collar, "Are you blind?!"

He actually didn't notice it at the time!