Old Master Wun stumbled and dashed forward.
In the bathroom, Wen Xiuzhu lay in the bathtub fully clothed, his wrist cut open and soaked in his hand. Bright red blood had dyed all the water in the tub.
"Xiu Zhu!" Old Master Wun let out a heart-wrenching cry and collapsed beside the bathtub.
Jian Shichu quickly grabbed Wen Xiuzhu's hand, pulled over a towel, and tightly tied it above the cut on his wrist. Then he extended a finger to check his breathing: "He's alive!"
He bent down to pick up Wen Xiuzhu. "Prepare the car, we're going to the hospital!"
Carrying Wen Xiuzhu, he charged out the door, with Old Master Wun stumbling behind him.
Ye Qingci also ran after them. Jian Shichu turned around and shouted at her, "Cici, stay at home."
"Oh." Ye Qingci stopped in her tracks, watching Jian Shichu carry Wen Xiuzhu down the stairs.
In the dining room, a table full of delicious dishes was left untouched as everyone departed.
