Just look at that, even with at least twenty people helping or watching, not a single soul knew how to tie a tourniquet for Li Mengru. The only one who spoke up only knew how to use a proper medical tourniquet, not the elastic band torn from a shaping garment that Wang Zhuo had provided.

Wang Zhuo was speechless, but he didn't fault these hothouse flowers too much; growing from green to maturity always required a phase of transition. It was understandable that they wouldn't know how to use such a temporary substitute.

“Let me help you.” A familiar voice suddenly cut through the crowd's edge. Wang Zhuo looked up to see He Ye, dressed lightly, squeezing her way through.

“You know how to use a compression bandage?” he asked, surprised, thinking that this woman was from the Dental Medicine department—how would she know this? “I’ll hold her wrist; you tie the bandage,” He Ye countered, a slight smile playing on her lips as she grasped Li Mengru’s hand and raised her arm.

This, too, was common sense in emergency first aid for trauma victims: raising the bleeding wound could use blood pressure to help control the bleeding. Wang Zhuo had initially kept her arm elevated to help Li Mengru maintain circulation, so he hadn't lowered it.

He Ye, however, seemed to understand something; this single action put her above everyone else. Wang Zhuo nodded at her approvingly, released his hold, and handed Li Mengru’s wrist to her grip.

Then, he snatched the elastic band and skillfully tightened it around Li Mengru’s forearm. In less than ten seconds, the two of them cooperated to complete the task.

In reality, the others present might not have been incapable; some things are just that simple—it just depends on whether you dare to act. “I’ll push now.” Wang Zhuo muttered to himself as he grabbed the handlebars.

The two girls who had overturned the cart earlier looked thoroughly ashamed. A slight breeze lifted Li Mengru’s torn clothing, revealing glimpses of her chest, as large as a volleyball.

Fortunately, Xu Chu found a bedsheet drying nearby and draped it over Li Mengru, concealing her embarrassment. Wang Zhuo thought this clumsy woman had finally done something right.

Annoyed, he called out to clear the way, shooing away the gawking boys and girls blocking their path, and pushed the cart forward. The campus loudspeaker suddenly stopped playing music and issued an urgent announcement: students with Type A blood near the center of the South District were immediately required to report to the campus medical station to donate blood for a female student who had fainted from severe blood loss.

The announcement stressed the seriousness of the situation and prioritized donors whose blood source was guaranteed. What did "guaranteed blood source" mean?

It meant they had recently undergone physical examinations, were healthy, and didn't have diseases like AIDS or hepatitis. News stories about good Samaritans transmitting fatal diseases through blood donations were all too common, and a medical university certainly wouldn't be lax in this regard.

Hearing the broadcast, the students instantly became energized; it was like finding organization and backup. A boy who had just gathered with a group immediately shouted, “I’m Type A!” and took off running.

“Those eligible to donate, follow him quickly!” Wang Zhuo shouted, and another boy and girl snapped to their senses, hurrying after him. Instructor Wang, covered in blood and bare-chested, pushed a heavy girl, surrounded by an ever-growing crowd of students.

Some students helped clear the path ahead, while others maintained order on the sides. The procession grandly arrived at the South District’s campus medical station.

Inside the station, several students were already donating blood. Wang Zhuo and the two boys carried Li Mengru onto a cot.

During this, he had to support Miss Li’s sizable, plump backside. Though necessity dictated the action, it was undeniably awkward under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Especially since the heavy girl’s clothes were ripped during the fall, he felt real skin and fat—something that usually accustomed to caressing beauties gave the instructor a slight shudder of disgust! “Quickly, untie the tourniquet!

Her hand is turning purple!” he instructed He Ye. This girl was at least more reliable than Xu Chu, whom he had already categorized as a liability!

But He Ye was quickly demoted to the "idiot" category as well because she lacked the strength to loosen the elastic band Wang Zhuo had tied so tightly… Wang Zhuo had no choice but to take over. He’d intended to put on a shirt first, but that could wait.

After restoring circulation to Li Mengru’s arm, he slapped her round, doll-like face a few times and mumbled a few words to wake her, just in case she slipped into a deep coma. Although the heavy girl had a large overall blood volume, the amount lost was significant.

If she passed out, she might suffer brain damage, become mentally disabled, or even fall into a vegetative state, which wouldn't be amusing. “You, talk to her!

Keep her alert!” He called Xu Chu over and gave her instructions. But Xu Chu was too timid to know what to say, close to tears.

Wang Zhuo had to call He Ye over again: “You keep her company. Ask her what she wants for dinner, what Korean dramas she likes to watch—just talk about anything!” Having assigned the tasks, Wang Zhuo walked out.

If they couldn't handle this small matter after his guidance, then let the heavy girl die because of these two blockheads! And so, the pupils slightly dilated Li Mengru was subjected to a rotating “interrogation” by the two girls.

The topics were utterly vapid, but at least they kept her brain active, stimulating priority blood supply to her brain despite her insufficient volume. A moment later, a nurse hooked Li Mengru up to a saline drip, and soon after, a 100cc bag of blood was administered.

This bag was from the quick-thinking boy who had run off; the blood bag was still warm! The heavy girl’s life was saved.

Wang Zhuo stood in the hallway of the medical station, suppressing his anger, his X-ray vision at full power, scanning the campus for the culprit, Hu Zhiyuan. If he found that damned spectacled guy, the campus bullying resulting in severe injury case would be virtually sealed.

In truth, he bore some responsibility for this; he had overestimated the heavy girl Li Mengru’s psychological resilience and hadn't expected such an extreme reaction from her. Precisely because he felt a degree of guilt over this incident with Li Mengru, he directed even greater ire toward Hu Zhiyuan.

If Li Mengru were crippled or died because of this, he certainly wouldn't let Hu Zhiyuan off easy. Hu Zhiyuan was missing!

After searching everywhere, almost covering the entire campus, Wang Zhuo could not find that accursed little man with glasses. Chalking up a score against the man surnamed Hu, he finally turned back toward the medical room.

The loudspeaker was broadcasting again, announcing that enough blood had been collected and beginning to praise the virtuous donors, shifting into a mode of eulogy. In just this short time, students and faculty had amassed enough Type A blood for Li Mengru.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel a touch moved; students were indeed one of the most lovable groups in the world. “She can be transported to the hospital now.” The doctor checked Li Mengru’s condition and sighed deeply.

Her vital signs were stable, and some color had returned to her face, previously pale from massive blood loss. The heavy girl had just drifted off to sleep; as long as she wasn't lacking blood, letting her rest was fine.

When Xu Chu remembered she should offer Wang Zhuo a formal thank you, she realized he had slipped away silently at some unknown point. He left the scene without a trace, concealing his name and fame… Xu Chu’s feelings were a complex mix.

Blocked by two faculty members, she watched the ambulance speed away. Returning to the messy dormitory, several extra-large bras and panties still soaked in the pool of blood—bras large enough to hold two volleyballs—could only belong to Li Mengru in that dorm building.

Only then did Xu Chu realize the origin of the temporary tourniquet: it was the strap Wang Zhuo had found inside Li Mengru’s closet after smashing it open. Just as she was about to step inside, a commotion arose from the hallway behind her.

Soon, several faculty members approached, dispersing the female onlookers to temporarily seal off the room. The residential counselor said, “The school will temporarily assign you another room.

Take out anything essential you need quickly.” “I…” Xu Chu hesitated, unsure what to do, when her phone suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, “You all seal it off.

I don’t have anything to retrieve.” She stepped aside to a secluded spot and answered the call, timidly saying, “Hello? Is that Wang Zhuo…?” “It’s me.” Wang Zhuo’s voice was flat, devoid of emotional inflection.

“Are you free? If so, come to my dorm room.

I’ll be waiting.” “Eh?” Xu Chu froze, her expressive eyes widening. “I have something to discuss with you.

You know where my room is, right? I’ll wait for you for half an hour.” Wang Zhuo finished speaking plainly and hung up.

Apprehension, hesitation, unease, doubt. With a complex mood, Xu Chu knocked on Wang Zhuo’s door just as the half-hour window was closing.

Passing through the dormitory lobby, the security guard merely glanced at her before waving his hand, signaling she could go upstairs. It was the first time in her life she had entered a male student’s dormitory, let alone a male student’s room.

Xu Chu was terrified, unsure how to face Wang Zhuo. Maybe he’ll scold me severely and then tell me to leave immediately?

she guessed internally. “You’re here?” Wang Zhuo opened the door, glanced at her, and walked back in.

“Close the door behind you. The sofa is there; sit down yourself.” Xu Chu, like a child caught doing wrong, turned, closed the door, moved toward the sofa, but dared not sit fully, instead perching half on the edge, sitting down with a submissive posture.

Glancing at her, Wang Zhuo gave a wry smile and shook his head. “I don’t even bother talking to you.” Tears immediately streamed down her face, like pearls from a broken string.

If not for the unsightly ‘beard’ interfering, her crying expression could truly be described as heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Wang Zhuo frowned, reappraising her.

He noticed that her ‘beard’ wasn't as severe as it appeared in photos; it was merely some coarser facial hair that wouldn't be noticeable unless inspected closely, but under his penetrating vision, it severely impacted the visual effect. Xu Chu was a rather large-framed girl: tall, broad-shouldered, long-legged, big-chested, big-hipped—the complete opposite of the petite delicacy of Jiangnan women.

She possessed physical characteristics reminiscent of some Western peoples, wild and rugged. Wang Zhuo suspected her heavier hair growth was influenced by her lineage.

Her face was moderately sized; although her eye sockets weren't as deep-set as those of Caucasians, they weren't as flat as those of Central Plains peoples either, showing some exotic flair. Her spirited eyebrows and thick lashes framed her large eyes, making them exceptionally bright, bordering on perfect.

Her nose bridge was narrow and high, and her tapering nostrils resembled those of Westerners, suggesting that even if she weren't mixed-race, she was likely a descendant of a minority group. After careful scrutiny, Wang Zhuo felt both irritated and amused.

He thought this woman was actually quite beautiful; even with heavier hair, it didn't detract from her essential charm. But weren't the experts always saying mixed-race people are smarter?

Why was she so clumsy then!