He was impartial and just went straight up to meet him. How could she really dare to stab him? When the knife reached his heart, his hand shook and he backed away desperately. However, he was already leaning against the wall and there was no other way out.
He was still lying sideways, blocking the entire road and exposing his chest in front of her, brazenly saying: "Yan Xixi, if you really want to kill me for Huang Xiaojue, just do it!"
She gritted her teeth and suddenly pushed him, but he grabbed the knife with his backhand and hugged her tightly with the other hand.
The huge force almost made her completely despair, especially the extremely terrifying and fiery power he spat into her neck unbridled, like an extremely hungry tiger grabbing a lamb, and she grabbed the fruit with both hands.
The knife was caught off guard, and it was drawn straight into the palm of his left hand...
However, he did not let go, and still held her tightly, blood gushing out from his palm.
She was so frightened that she let go of her hand and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Blood also spattered down, almost hitting her face.
He pressed his teeth tightly and didn't even hum. He just stared at her.
She took a step back. For some reason, her whole body was shaking violently. She didn't dare to look at him and just lowered her head.
The severe pain also distracted him for a moment. Taking advantage of this gap, she ran away. He subconsciously pulled her, but it was the injured hand that stretched out. She struggled desperately, and he couldn't help but feel the pain.
Loose, she used too much force and threw her body back, knocking over the coat rack behind her. When the rack fell, it knocked over the vase on the cabinet behind her. There was a crash, and the flying porcelain shards rushed towards the fallen rack.
On Yan Xixi’s body on the ground...
She clutched her head tightly, her body went limp and she fainted.
Wang Donglin was also frightened. He rushed over in two or three steps and picked her up. His voice was trembling: "Xiao Xi... Xi Xi... Wake up, wake up quickly..."
Her face was covered in blood and her eyes were tightly closed.
"Xixi, what's wrong with you?"
She lay motionless in his arms.
"Someone, come quickly..."
The car, speeding all the way, went straight to the hospital.
The driver drove, and Wang Donglin sat in the back seat. He had never been so scared in his life.
Finally, he arrived at the emergency room. He didn't care at all and rushed in.
The head was bandaged and the film was taken.
The doctor pointed out the film to him: "Mr. Wang, this is just a little skin injury, no concussion, nothing serious. Just rest for a few days. However, she cannot be irritated anymore. Give her these medicines on time.
Just change it on."
Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked with sweat.
Looking at Yan Xixi again, we saw that she was lying on the hospital bed. After wiping away the blood, her face was extremely pale, and her long eyelashes covered her blue eyes, like a butterfly that had just died.
He still had lingering fears: "Doctor, is it really okay?"
"It's true. It's just that the fragment scratched her scalp a little."
"But why did she faint?"
The doctor asked: "Has she not eaten for a long time?"
Wang Donglin was startled.
"She is a little anemic, weak, and has not eaten for a long time, so she is in a coma. However, we have given her a nutrient solution, so it doesn't matter."
He thanked the doctor and breathed a sigh of relief.
The ward finally became quiet, and he smiled bitterly. This woman was cunning and determined, and dared to risk her life at critical moments. He didn't even know how to deal with her.
