"Help... help me..."

The moonlight was enchanting. Ling Yangxin carried a bag of barbecue and hummed a little tune. As she passed by a narrow black alley, she suddenly heard a faint cry for help.

"Who is it?" She raised her spirits and looked suspiciously into the dark corner, only to see a slender arm suddenly appear beside the dirty garbage dump. The sleeves of the neat suit were unexpectedly clean.

"Please... save me..." The man spoke with great effort, enunciating each word very clearly. "Save me, I will repay you..."

Ling Yangxin frowned and carefully took out her phone. She opened the emergency alarm page and pressed it without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to go over. I'll find the police uncle to save you."

"Don't call the police!" Hearing the sound of the phone being connected, the man mustered up strength from who knows where and immediately reached out to pull Ling Yangxin.

With a muffled groan, the two of them fell to the ground. Their phones drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the darkness.

Ling Yangxin fell on top of the man, and a strong smell of blood wrapped around her nose. All the hair on her body stood up, and she almost screamed.

"Please... Don't call the police. Someone is following me..." The man's hand was still on her waist, as if he was afraid that she would fall down.

"Y-y-you... Can you let go first?"

Ling Yangxin swallowed her saliva and looked around nervously.

"Don't worry... I've already shaken them off..." The man's breathing was very heavy, and every word he spoke seemed to use up all the strength in his body. The warm air hit Ling Yangxin's neck, making it itch.

She blushed and pushed herself to her feet. Without her protection, the moonlight fell directly on the man's face.

Ling Yangxin couldn't help but look again. She saw the man raise his eyes, and that deep gaze seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.

"Cough... Miss, you're pressing down on my wound... Can you take me away from here first?"

Mo Zexuan turned his head and saw the woman's soft body covering his body. He felt pain and joy at the same time, and a blush covered his ears.

"I... I know!" Ling Yangxin slowly got up. In the dark night, she could not see the man's wound clearly, so she could only try her best to avoid physical contact with him.

"Thank you, then I'll have to trouble you..."

An extremely magnetic voice rang out in this small space, causing Ling Yangxin's heart to beat wildly. She tried her best to shake off the thoughts that shouldn't have been in her mind, bent down, and used all her strength to help the man up.

"If you can still walk, I'll borrow your strength to walk more steadily. If it really hurts so much that you can't walk, then lean on me." Ling Yangxin placed Mo Zexuan's arm on her shoulder. The man was tall, and from afar, he looked like he was carrying a small mountain on his back.

The two of them walked forward with great effort. Facing the weight on their shoulders, Ling Yangxin did not say a word, but her face was covered in sweat.

Mo Zexuan turned his head and just happened to see her clear eyes, which carried a tenacity that refused to admit defeat.

He tried his best to stabilize his center of gravity so that Ling Yangxin would not feel burdened. In the dark night, a faint smile slowly appeared on his pale face.

"Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye, quickly open the door. I'm back!" At the entrance of the apartment, Ling Yangxin kicked the door lightly, but no one answered.

Ling Yangxin tried her best to lift the man's arm, only to feel that his breathing was getting softer and softer.

"Hey, hey, hey! You can't sleep! If you fall asleep and ignore me, I'll throw you back into the trash!"

She reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the man's waist. With a fierce twist, she heard an almost inaudible intake of breath, followed by a few coughs from Mo Zexuan. Ling Yangxin heaved a sigh of relief, freed one hand, and took out the key from her pocket.

With a "kacha" sound, the door opened, and the room was empty. Ling Yangxin turned on the light in confusion and carefully placed the man on the sofa.

"This Xiao Ye, seriously, she didn't even tell me that she was going out so late."

Ling Yangxin muttered in a low voice as she took out a family medical box from the master bedroom and silently placed it in front of Mo Zexuan.

"That... Do you know how to apply medicine yourself?"

The man opened his eyes and looked at her embarrassed smile helplessly. After a long while, he sighed.

"I will. Please make me some saline and give me some painkillers."

"Okay!" Ling Yangxin quickly soaked the salt water and gently spooned it into the man's mouth. Feeling the thin, sexy lips open and close, she panicked and increased her speed, even stuffing the painkillers into his mouth.

"Cough, cough... You...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mo Zexuan almost choked on the salt water, but seeing that Ling Yangxin was unmoved, he closed his eyes and said, "I don't have any strength left in my body right now. Help me untie my clothes first. My wound is three inches from my waist, which is... The place where you pinched me just now..."

Hearing that, Ling Yangxin laughed guiltily: "Haha, that... That's really a coincidence. Don't worry, I'll be very careful this time."

She squatted in front of the man and reached out to unbutton his shirt. Under the fine fabric was a strong and powerful body, as well as... that bloody wound.

"It's actually so serious!" Looking at the wound that was flying, Ling Yangxin cried out in alarm. She suddenly reached out her hand and covered Mo Zexuan's eyes.

Her palm was warm, and her skin was smooth and tender. However, when it covered his eyes, it trembled slightly.

"Such a vicious wound. You must have been in pain for a long time."

"In fact, before I met you, I had already treated it once. It doesn't hurt at all now. Just apply some medicine and rest for a night."

How could he be in pain when he had lost consciousness?

Mo Zexuan spoke softly. The main reason why he let Ling Yangxin take him away was so that he could have a place to stay and spend this dangerous night.

"You're lying! It clearly... It clearly hurts!"

As Ling Yangxin watched, she suddenly choked out a sob. She blinked her eyes with all her might to make it not feel so sour. "Mother at that time... It must have hurt a lot, too."

Fragments of memories flashed through her mind. Splashing glass and porcelain shards, her mother's warm embrace, and the car that exploded into the sky.

Just as she fell into that nightmarish memory, a warm palm touched her cheek and gently rubbed the corner of her eyes.

Feeling the moisture on his fingertips, Mo Zexuan asked in a daze, "Are you... crying?"

"I'm not! It's just that your injury is too terrifying. When I think about the scar, it must be very ugly. I don't know whether to laugh or cry!"

Ling Yangxin wiped away her tears and took her hand from Mo Zexuan's eyes. She picked up the family medical kit and disinfected and applied medicine to him with a very serious gaze.

She did a series of actions that were as smooth as flowing water. Even the rotten flesh was carefully picked out with a medical knife. She took out the 'painless suturing sticker' from the doctor's box. Ling Yangxin shook her head fiercely and handed it to Mo Zexuan.

"This stitch is good. Yours is a knife wound, a deep one, but not a big one, and, fortunately, it's crooked and doesn't hurt the organ. You do the rest, I... I'm going to rest for a while."

After saying that, Ling Yangxin rushed into the bathroom, lay on the sink, and vomited crazily.

"Ugh..."

She frowned, held the cold water, and patted her face crazily, comforting herself.

"It's fine, Ling Yangxin. You have to be strong. It's all in the past."

His hands trembled as he touched his eyes. In his mind, there were still fragments of blood-red memories.

That's right, Ling Yangxin studied as a surgeon, but she was a surgeon with hemophobia.

It was ironic.

After calming herself down with much difficulty, Ling Yangxin went to the living room and saw that the man had already put on his shirt. The blood at his waist spread across the snow-white shirt, causing Ling Yangxin's legs to go soft.

"Ah! Mom! Quick... Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

"?" Mo Zexuan's face was filled with doubt. Seeing Ling Yangxin lying paralyzed on the ground with her eyes closed and a look of fear on her face, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He took off his shirt and slowly put on his black suit jacket.

"You... Are you done?"

Ling Yangxin did not dare to open her eyes, and could only ask.

"Yes." Mo Zexuan replied softly, but there was an irrepressible smile on his face.

"You... have hemophobia?"

He spoke slowly, but the next moment, the woman with fear on her face had changed her expression. She was standing in front of him with her hands on her waist and her head raised up high.

"What happened? I can't feel blood!"

"You treat your wounds like a surgeon. You know that if you are dizzy with blood, the hospital won't allow you to go to the operating table."

Mo Zexuan said lightly, "It's okay to have hemophobia, but not if you're a doctor who wants to see blood at all times. I think it's better for you to change your profession as soon as possible. You can be responsible for your own reputation and the lives of your patients."

These words seemed to have poked at Ling Yangxin's sore spot. Her eyes were hazy as she fiercely stomped her feet and shouted, "What do you know? What right do you have to persuade me to give up on my dreams! All my life, I wanted to be a surgeon and fight death on the operating table for my life. I will work hard to overcome my hemophobia! "

After saying that, he rushed into the master bedroom without waiting for Mo Zexuan's reply.

"With a bang, the door was closed, and one could even hear faint cries.

Mo Zexuan covered his forehead and suddenly felt that he had committed an unpardonable crime. He wore a suit and walked to the balcony, his dark eyes dark and gloomy.

He slowly raised his hand and dialed a string of code numbers on his watch. His deep voice echoed in the wind.

"Ji Juechen, how do you treat hemophobia..."

The next morning, Ling Yangxin sat up in a daze from the bed. There were still two streaks of tears on her delicate face, and her eyes were slightly swollen and dry.

"Ding ling ling, Zhu Xin answered the phone ~ Ding ling ling, Zhu Xin, you called..."

A familiar ringtone came from outside the door. Ling Yangxin was slightly startled. She opened the door and saw that the living room was unusually clean. The mess and blood on the ground had been cleaned up. Only the faint smell of blood in the air told her.

That man was not a dream.