Watching a beautiful woman run is a delightful sight. But if you are watching a beauty who lacks any athleticism, and every few steps she stumbles, nearly falling as her feet cross, or her arms swing around like she’s doing the Charleston, or worse, the unrestrained movement of her breasts beneath her outer layer due to the lack of a sports bra, all you can manage is a wry, helpless chuckle.

Don't let Xu Chu’s imposing height fool you; her athletic ability is in direct inverse proportion to her stature. Thus, after barely covering a hundred meters, she was already slick with sweat and gasping for breath.

By the time Wang Zhuo finished his thousand-meter run, she had only just shuffled through three hundred meters. The two met at the entrance to the female dormitory building. Wang Zhuo didn't slow down, shot her an irritated glare, and burst into the building like a gust of wind.

The doorkeeper was utterly shocked to see a bare-chested young man sprint into the women’s dormitory with such an intense expression. Although Xu Chu felt Wang Zhuo was overreacting, she couldn't afford to hinder him at that moment. Gasping for air, she hurried to explain to the elderly woman.

“Li Mengru is in trouble! He—he came to help!”

The doorkeeper recognized Xu Chu, knowing she was one of the residents requiring special attention in the building. Hearing that a girl was in danger, she immediately followed Xu Chu upstairs.

Wang Zhuo kicked the door open and saw Li Mengru seated rigidly on a chair, her left wrist held before her face, her gaze locked onto the crimson fountain erupting from it.

Venous blood is dark red, but arterial blood, due to higher oxygen content and other factors, appears bright scarlet. One had to admit, Li Mengru had made an exceptionally precise cut; most people wouldn't even know where the radial artery was located.

She spared Wang Zhuo only a fleeting, surprised glance before returning her vacant stare to the blood spring on her wrist. There was already at least fifteen hundred milliliters of blood pooled on the floor. Considering the delay in getting to a hospital, bandaging, surgery, and treatment, Li Mengru was certain she was doomed.

“Poison!”

A thunderous crash suddenly startled her. Wang Zhuo had just kicked the door of a nearby cabinet to splinters. He frantically rummaged inside a few times, pulled out a shaping corset, and with a harsh shredding sound, ripped off a length of elastic band. He strode toward her.

Li Mengru recognized Wang Zhuo. Before she could process what was happening, Wang Zhuo grabbed her wrist, yanked it hard, wrapped the black elastic band quickly around her arm twice, pulled it tight, and tied a knot.

The fountain on her wrist immediately weakened. Li Mengru watched in shock as Wang Zhuo used the elastic band as an improvised tourniquet; tying it off stopped the bleeding!

The band was clamped incredibly tight. Because veins have anti-backflow valves, once the arterial source leading to the heart was constricted, the artery she had severed immediately stopped spurting blood, now only weeping droplets fed by the surrounding capillaries. But this loss of blood was no longer critical.

“It’s useless,” Li Mengru whispered with a bitter smile, speaking calmly. “I’ve lost at least two liters of blood. I’m done for.”

Wang Zhuo glanced at her like she was an idiot. “Stop the nonsense. Don’t forget your weight—one hundred kilograms.”

Human blood volume is proportional to body weight; the heavier the body, the greater the necessary blood volume to sustain bodily functions. Wang Zhuo’s remark made Li Mengru momentarily stunned, then she flew into a sudden rage, struggling violently to break free from Wang Zhuo’s grip and tear off the elastic tourniquet.

Smack!

A sharp, resounding slap landed on her cheek. Wang Zhuo delivered a sharp reprimand, his voice stern: “Don’t be foolish! Your life isn't just your own. Think about your parents and friends!”

Li Mengru froze. Then she heard Wang Zhuo curse her impatiently: “Silly girl, if you die, won’t Xu Chu feel guilty for the rest of her life? And your parents will come here to cause a scene, to embarrass themselves. Do you want that?”

Between the door kicking and the cabinet smashing, Wang Zhuo’s commotion had drawn many girls from nearby rooms to crowd and watch. Upon seeing the pool of blood, some screamed and fled, others boldly craned their necks to peek at the spectacle outside the doorway, and a few busybodies were already secretly taking out their phones to film. Xu Chu’s lungs felt like they were on fire. When she finally reached the doorway, she witnessed the horrifying scene—the floor covered in blood, the spatter marks on the wall—and her legs instantly went weak.

It was at that precise moment she heard Wang Zhuo fiercely scolding Li Mengru, which snapped her back to reality. She hurriedly pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside.

“Help her downstairs!”

Wang Zhuo immediately barked an order at her. “She can still walk a bit. I’ll go prepare some things!”

With that, he spun around and strode quickly toward the exit. Just as he stepped out, he suddenly snatched a cell phone from behind a tall girl.

“You go help support her. You can ask for your phone back later!”

He walked away, and right before everyone’s eyes, he quickly disassembled the phone, pulled out the memory card, snapped it into fragments, and scattered them across the hallway floor.

The girl dared not defy Wang Zhuo. Despite mourning her ruined flash card, she had no choice but to rush to help save the person.

Immediately, some girls nearby gloated; after all, this busybody was caught trying to secretly film Instructor Wang and the suicidal fat girl, so having her memory card destroyed was what she deserved! Supporting Li Mengru down the stairs, Xu Chu, exhausted from the sprint, was occasionally unsteady and almost fell, until a sturdy, healthy-looking girl took over for her.

Halfway down the stairs, another huge crash echoed from the first floor, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass, followed by a woman’s stifled shriek.

The dorm supervisor hurried downstairs to check. It turned out Wang Zhuo had kicked open a door at the end of the corridor—it was the laundry room for the women’s dorm. He dragged out a small, hand-welded cart, the kind used by laundry staff to move stacks of sheets back and forth.

A large tin basin was welded onto the cart. Wang Zhuo dragged the cart back into the first-floor lobby and kicked it twice more, hard enough to dislodge the basin.

The girls watching this scene felt a chill run down their spines. They had heard rumors that Wang Zhuo was a violent character, and seeing this, they confirmed the reputation was well-earned…

Li Mengru was carefully placed onto the cart. Her two-hundred-pound body was like a mountain of flesh. Her complexion was the pale shade of massive blood loss. After finally being supported down from upstairs, her skin was already beaded with sweat the size of soybeans.

“Does anyone have a sugary drink? Go find one and catch up!” Wang Zhuo called out loudly, then began pushing the cart forward.

One girl shouted, “I’ll go!” and ran back upstairs.

Providing first aid to a wrist-slitting suicide is an art. Li Mengru urgently needed to replenish her blood volume, and when ideal conditions weren't available, hydration was even more critical. If sugar water or salt solution wasn't accessible, even a sugary drink or plain water was better than nothing.

Outside the dormitory building, Wang Zhuo noticed several strong girls keeping close pace. He quickly said, “You all push the cart. Don’t stop—keep running straight ahead! I need to make a call.”

Handing the cart over to the girls, he swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed the Head of the Department, Wang Taiping.

As the head of the Clinical Medicine Department, his surgical skills should be proficient. While he might be rusty compared to a full-time doctor, at this moment, there was no better choice available.

The campus had a simulated operating room, modeled exactly after a formal hospital surgical suite. Although it lacked professional nurses and doctors, Wang Zhuo believed that a wrist-cutting injury, while severe in consequence, wasn't a major wound, and the school’s operating room facilities should suffice. As for Li Mengru’s blood source? The school had countless teachers and students; how could they lack blood?

“Surgery?” Wang Taiping scratched his head when he heard this. “Wang Zhuo, I injured two of my fingers playing football this morning; I can’t operate!”

“Uh…” Wang Zhuo choked, then quickly asked, “Is there anyone else at school who can perform this surgery? This girl is entering a semi-comatose state, and it’s rush hour now. I’m afraid she won’t last until we get her to a hospital!”

“Start the transfusion first, then send her to the hospital!” Wang Taiping, proving himself an old-school surgeon, immediately came up with a workaround.

Wang Zhuo smacked his forehead. Of course, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. Why hadn’t he thought of that? The school might not be able to handle a full surgical procedure, but when it came to finding someone capable of performing a blood transfusion on Li Mengru, if there weren't eight hundred, there were at least a thousand!

Boom!

A loud noise rang out. He quickly looked over and was utterly dumbfounded. It turned out the two girls pushing the cart were too unskilled. They had driven the cart up onto the stone steps beside the road. Because of the speed, the cart suddenly jammed, and Li Mengru was thrown forward, rolling across the lawn.

Her flimsy clothing snagged forcefully on a sharp welding point on the cart, instantly tearing into shreds. A pale, stark white body was visible on the grass, face down, tumbling toward Wang Zhuo. Most of her was exposed!

What terrible timing!

Wang Zhuo wanted nothing more than to rush over and berate the two clumsy girls, but he knew they meant well but lacked ability, and they were surely feeling remorseful right now; what they needed was encouragement, not criticism.

Pretend I didn’t see anything! Wang Zhuo turned his face away and quickly called the Student Union.

Moments later, with the frantic efforts of five or six girls, the dazed Li Mengru was lifted back onto the cart. Wang Zhuo finished his call and rushed forward, pushing the crowd aside, crouching down to release the tourniquet on Li Mengru.

Her arm, which had turned a dusky blue-purple, gradually regained a healthier flush. Wang Zhuo held the wound on Li Mengru’s wrist with just the right amount of pressure, allowing blood to slowly seep out between his fingers again.

“What are you doing?” Xu Chu asked, startled and suspicious.

“If I don’t help restore circulation now, this arm will be ruined,” Wang Zhuo retorted, rolling his eyes at the careless girl, irritation coloring his tone. “Aren’t you a medical student? How can you not know this?”

Xu Chu’s face instantly flushed purple. She stammered weakly, “I—I’m not studying surgery.” Wang Zhuo ignored her, scanning the onlookers, and commanded sternly, “Is there anyone here who knows how to use a tourniquet? Hurry up and help!” After a three-second silence, a girl hesitantly spoke up: “I know how to use a tourniquet, but only the proper medical kind… this strap won’t do.”

The temporary tourniquet hanging from the cart handle still had lace trim from the shaping corset attached. The girls were actually quite curious—where on earth did Instructor Wang find that thing?