Chapter 287 — You Go Stop Him
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"Oh, not bad. I admire your courage—pretty impressive." Wei Zhao casually patted Zhong Yongliang twice on the shoulder. "I just came to see if you really went through with it. You didn't disappoint me. I've got high hopes for you."
With that, giving Zhong Yongliang no chance to reply, Wei Zhao turned and walked off, leaving Zhong Yongliang staring blankly after him. This guy hadn't come to make trouble? Instead he'd offered a few words of encouragement—what was that about?
"Ah!" Gao Xiaofu suddenly let out a shriek that nearly scared Zhong Yongliang out of his wits.
Somewhat annoyed, Zhong Yongliang said, "Xiaofu, what are you screaming for?"
"Brother Liang, your hand... your hand..." Gao Xiaofu's eyes were wide as saucers as he pointed at Zhong Yongliang's hand. "Brother Liang, what happened to you?"
Puzzled, Zhong Yongliang lowered his head—and what a sight met him. He gave a start himself. His cut right index finger was spraying blood like a water pistol, and the white paper on the desk was already stained a deep crimson, the blood running everywhere...
"Aah—" Zhong Yongliang let out a miserable cry too, nearly fainting from fright. Blood had been spurting from his hand the whole time without his noticing. That was the thing about a wound: all you felt was the pain. How much blood you had lost was very hard to tell unless you looked.
There is a famous experiment about a man who was blindfolded, had his wrist cut, and was locked in a room with the sound of dripping water. Hearing the drips, he took them for the sound of his own blood, and in the end he was frightened to death.
Which proves that ordinary people are in fact quite poor at judging how much blood they have lost.
Zhong Yongliang was no exception. When he saw his finger jetting blood like a crimson sword, he was scared half out of his mind. What kind of bleeding was this? It was exactly like the water pistols he had played with as a child. Zhong Yongliang had no doubt that if he raised his hand, the blood would squirt clear across the room...
"Am I going to die? Xiaofu, get me to the hospital, quick!" Writing in blood was the last thing on his mind now. Zhong Yongliang was so frightened his legs had gone weak and he could not even stand up. Panicking, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Quick, Xiaofu, call my dad and have him come get me..."
The classmates in the room all stared at Zhong Yongliang in astonishment. When they saw that finger pouring blood, they clapped their hands over their mouths in shock. A cut finger could bleed like that?
"Yaoyao, look, Zhong Yongliang's hand has turned into a squirt gun..." Shen Yushu said, watching Zhong Yongliang with a kind of fascinated curiosity.
Gu Mengyao was rather alarmed at the sight. "Wei Zhao wouldn't have done that, would he?"
"I don't know, maybe. Arrow-Brand Bro is really something—he can even kill a shark, never mind Zhong Yongliang," Shen Yushu said.
If Zhong Yongliang knew that Shen Yushu had mentioned him in the same breath as a shark, one wondered whether he would be flattered or feel like crying.
Sitting at his desk, Wei Zhao glanced at the frantically panicking Zhong Yongliang out of the corner of his eye and curled his lip. He had merely pressed a few acupoints to speed up the man's blood circulation a little... No hospital needed, really. A little blood like that would not kill anyone; things would return to normal in a while...