Zhao Youlin shuddered. In her shock, she looked at the hand hanging at Mu Tingfeng's side.

Zhao Youlin remembered the warmth when this long, big hand with its prominent knuckles grabbed her wrist. But now, one of the two hands was dyed red with blood at some point of time.

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Blood oozed out from between his fingers, and they dripped to the floor. It tugged at her heartstrings for some reason.

Zhao Youlin recognized that the injured hand was the one Mu Tingfeng had used to seize the edge of the platform to stabilize himself. The edge of the platform was not as smooth as the other places, so Mu Tingfeng's hand might have been cut just now.

Once she figured this out, Zhao Youlin's emotions instantly became complicated. She had never thought that someone would actually risk their life to save her, and especially when the person… was this man.

Duan Yarong heard Xia Zhetao's cry of surprise and also turned her head in surprise to look at Mu Tingfeng. When she saw the cuts on Mu Tingfeng's hand, she could not help but frown, and her gaze was just as complicated as Zhao Youlin's.

Duan Yarong had some prejudices toward this man, and it was because of how he treated Zhao Youlin.

Even if she knew that the one who was in the wrong in the past was Zhao Youlin, when she learned that Zhao Youlin had suffered a lot because of him, Duan Yarong just could not like the person in front of her.

This was a problem that elders and most people have—they protected the ones they loved.

But even if she did not like him, no matter what, Mu Tingfeng was injured because of Zhao Youlin. Duan Yarong could not ignore it, so she asked, "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No." Mu Tingfeng noticed that Zhao Youlin's gaze was fixed on his hand, and for some reason, he quietly moved his hand behind him to hide it. He did not want Zhao Youlin to see his blood-drenched hand.

Mu Tingfeng's straightforward rejection caused Xia Zhetao to feel a little disappointed. 'My dear president, this is a rare chance. Do you know how good of a chance it is to use the fact that you're hurt to gain someone's favor? You actually rejected it so stiffly?!'

He felt distressed. Xia Zhetao could not watch it anymore, and for the first time, he noticed that he had an arduous task ahead of him, so he cleared his throat to try and save the situation. "Don't need to. I just checked. My president just has a superficial wound. He doesn't need to go to the hospital. Besides, there isn't a hospital nearby. The nearest one is thirty minutes away. It's too troublesome if we go back and forth. Do you have a first aid kit in your company? We can first stop the bleeding before anything else."

The moment Xia Zhetao said these words, the crowd was stunned, and they looked at each other for a moment, but none of them said anything.

After some time, someone spoke reluctantly, "I have a first aid kit in my office."

The crowd was stunned, and they immediately cast their gazes on the person who spoke.

Once Xia Zhetao saw who the speaker was, his eyes lit up, and he thought. 'This is fate! President, looks like even God is helping you. You have to work hard, otherwise, you'll be letting me down and all the effort I've poured into this for you will be for nothing!'

Zhao Youlin saw the gaze Mu Tingfeng fixed on her, and she suddenly felt a little awkward. She said reluctantly, "I have a first aid kit in my office. Do you want to come with me to get it, or do you want me to get it down for you?"

Before Mu Tingfeng could answer, Xia Zhetao had already spoken ahead of him. "Let's go up together. You won't have to run up and down, that's so troublesome."

Zhao Youlin looked at Xia Zhetao in puzzlement. "Let's go together."

Zhao Youlin grabbed Duan Yarong's hand and led Xia Zhetao as well as Mu Tingfeng upstairs.

But Zhao Shunrong stayed. He sent a sharp look at the people and said gloomily, "Don't you have anything to do? Why are you gathered around here?"

The people looked like they had woken up from their daze. Just now, they had witnessed a race against the God of Death, and quite a number of people were still unable to calm down. When they heard what Zhao Shunrong said, they shuddered, and they could not care about anything else. All of them dispersed and did what they had to do.

Zhao Shunrong watched the people leave and arranged for people to go down to handle the elevator that fell down. Then, he turned around to speak to Xiao Jingyao. "Investigate this matter properly."

Xiao Jingyao nodded in understanding. Nothing in the world ever happened due to pure coincidence. There were plenty of elevators in the company and Zhao Youlin's was the one that encountered a problem, but that was not all. All five cables were faulty. This was definitely not a coincidence.

Once Zhao Shunrong gave orders to Xiao Jingyao, he went after Zhao Youlin and the others.

After what happened, these people were a little fearful, and they were definitely not going to sit in an elevator so soon.

Fortunately, Zhao Enterprise only had forty something floors. After climbing up three floors, they reached Zhao Youlin's office, so they did not have to move around too much.

Zhao Youlin brought the people into her office. After thinking about it, she brought Mu Tingfeng into a small room beside her office.

This room was opened specifically to serve as a room for Zhao Youlin to rest. Aside from a large bed, there was also a small table inside.

Zhao Youlin took out the first aid kit from under the table to hand it to Xia Zhetao, motioning for him to wrap up Mu Tingfeng's wounds.

Xia Zhetao hesitated for a moment after he got the first aid kit. A scheming look swiftly flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to eagerly want to dress Mu Tingfeng's wounds, but could not do it properly.

Zhao Youlin watched him quietly from behind him. In the end, when he started wrapping the bandage around Mu Tingfeng without washing the wounds and ended up doing a really messy job, she could not bear watching it anymore, and at the end of her tolerance, she pushed the person to the side and said in displeasure, "Move, I'll do it."

Xia Zhetao quietly did the victory sign in his heart but put on an aggrieved expression on his face while he obediently moved to the side.

Soon after, he thought of a way to get Duan Yarong outside so that they could create a space where they could be alone.

Duan Yarong might not want to let the two of them be alone together, but when she saw the blood on Mu Tingfeng's hand, her heart went out for him, and she followed Xia Zhetao out.

When Xia Zhetao saw this, he sighed in relief. Before he left, he cast a glance at Mu Tingfeng discreetly. 'President, this is all the help I can give you. You'll have to do the rest yourself!'

Mu Tingfeng saw the profound meaning hidden in Xia Zhetao's gaze, and he pursed his lips. He watched Zhao Youlin focus as she treated the wounds on his hand, and he smiled.

Mu Tingfeng's hand had been torn to bloody ribbons when she observed it closely, and it looked rather terrifying. The wounds were not deep, but there were a lot of fine cuts, and most importantly, most of them had dust and sand in them.

Zhao Youlin frowned, and she grabbed a bottle of iodine from the first aid kit. She mumbled, "Endure it."

She poured the iodine on the wounds, and a thin layer of bubbles appeared on the wounds.