The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 27

Fu Qingya didn’t care that he was trespassing in a girls’ dormitory. Almost the instant he pushed the dormitory door open, he reached the bathroom and kicked down the locked door.

A long-haired girl in cute pajamas sat on the slick bathroom floor, her body slumped forward against the cold tiles. Her wrist, gashed open by a sharp weapon, was submerged in a bucket of warm water, turning the entire contents a deep, bloody red.

Above the bucket, warm water continued to pour from the faucet, causing the crimson mixture of water and blood to overflow steadily.

The bloody water had pooled until it breached the slight elevation of the bathroom floor, spilling directly into the main dormitory room. This was likely how the class monitor, who lived with Xiaowen, had discovered the suicide attempt.

The boys who had rushed in behind Fu Qingya, initially hesitant, were stunned into silence by the sight. Was this truly… truly a suicide?

And was the victim really Xiaowen, the girl in their class famous for being cheerful and carefree?

Something was wrong.

Even the least observant boy among them sensed the underlying eeriness.

Fu Qingya’s ice-cold gaze swept over a few faint, dark blue stains on her clothes. He then strode into the bathroom, gripped her wrist, and gently lifted the bleeding limb out of the water.

Pulling a coil of icy-blue metallic fragments from his pocket, he pressed one against the gash on her wrist. An icy-blue mist instantly manifested, sealing the wound and halting the heavy flow of blood.

The boys of Class One, still reeling from shock, were dazed once again by the sight of such incredible, high-tech gadgetry.

Even though the timing was inappropriate, they couldn’t help but wonder what that device was. Their eyes lingered on Fu Qingya, eventually noticing several other items similar to the metallic fragment on his person. They couldn’t stop staring, finding Fu Qingya more mysterious by the second.

“Move!”

Fu Qingya scooped Xiaowen up in his arms. Seeing his classmates standing there like statues, he frowned deeply. “Let me through!”

His voice was so cold it felt as though an iceberg was hidden within it. The crowd reflexively scrambled out of the way to let him pass. Only then did they snap out of it, remembering they were there to help. They began pushing and shoving each other in a frantic scramble to follow him.

One observant and brave girl ran back into the dorm, rummaged through Xiaowen’s things, and grabbed a change of clothes.

The boys didn’t understand girls as well, and even the calm, reliable Fu Qingya had forgotten to prepare dry clothes to prevent secondary injury from her soaking in wet ones.

Or perhaps they were simply too desperate to save her and forgot. The girl suppressed her inner fear and worry, grabbed the essentials, and sprinted toward the school infirmary.

As soon as he had learned of the situation, Fu Qingya had sent someone to the school’s landline to call for an ambulance. Before it could arrive, he carried her to the infirmary to begin emergency treatment.

The First City High School had a partnership with the city hospital, so a renowned doctor was stationed on campus year-round. Fu Qingya remembered that the doctor on duty this week was a specialist in wound management and emergency care.

Even without full hospital equipment, this infirmary was capable of performing emergency resuscitation on Xiaowen, who had already slipped into shock.

Once they regained their composure, the students of Class One finally made themselves useful.

Some raced to notify the school leadership, some stayed behind to guard the scene, and others called the police and waited at the gate to guide them. Some went to find “Old Fu,” their teacher, even going so far as to search his desk to find Xiaowen’s parents’ phone number so they could call them using the finicky school landline.

A few sharp-minded students, sensing something was off, immediately spread rumors to drown out the noise of the class monitor’s earlier screams, effectively containing the news within a limited circle.

This speed and level of organization were a testament to their status as top students at First City High.

Fu Qingya soon arrived at the infirmary.

“Doctor, get sterile cotton pads and disinfectant gauze. Start emergency treatment.”

“This is a suicide by wrist-cutting, and the patient is unconscious.”

His emergency cryo-patch was about to lose its effect. They had to act immediately.

Fu Qingya’s words were brief and direct. The doctor, who had been sitting and drinking tea, instantly turned serious and stood up.

“Get her to the bed in the back.”

Without waiting for further instructions, Fu Qingya placed her on the innermost bed.

He followed the doctor closely, and after a few quick glances, he actually stepped in to help, coordinating with the doctor to lay out all the necessary supplies.

The doctor gave Fu Qingya a surprised look but quickly focused his attention on Xiaowen.

Holding Xiaowen’s arm to expose the frozen wrist, Fu Qingya looked at the white-haired doctor.

“The freezing effect will fail three seconds after I remove the device. The wound will resume heavy bleeding. Be ready.”

With that, he pinched the metallic piece between two fingers. The flesh remained frozen for a split second, and then blood surged from the wound like a fountain.

The moment the blood spurted, the doctor applied multiple layers of sterile cotton pads with heavy pressure to stop the bleeding, followed by a compression bandage. However, a moment later, he realized the bleeding still wouldn’t stop.

“Her wound was soaked in warm, running water for a long time.”

Fu Qingya suddenly realized something and applied a tourniquet near her heart to stem the flow.

Thump, thump, thump…

The faint heartbeat began to quicken, and the massive flow of blood slowed down, eventually coming to a halt.

The doctor, who had been applying constant pressure, felt the faint but visible rise and fall of her chest and let out a sudden sigh of relief.

Just then, a sharp siren wailed. The ambulance had arrived.

Clatter!

“Li Xiaowen!”

“Wenwen!”

As the sirens grew louder, the voices of their homeroom teacher, Old Fu, and the other students echoed from the doorway.

Old Fu had finally arrived!

He had been preparing for class when he was suddenly summoned by the principal for an emergency meeting of all homeroom teachers.

The meeting was centered on the bizarre suicide cases at the neighboring Twelfth High School, intended to remind teachers to monitor their students’ mental states.

They were told to look for any signs of distress and send students to the school counselor immediately to prevent any similar tragedies.

Because of this, the boy with the black-rimmed glasses who had gone to the dorms to find him had missed him entirely, as did the other students searching for him.

The delay had cost them a significant amount of time.

The students of Class One had grown increasingly desperate, eventually barging straight into the meeting room and exposing the entire incident to the school’s faculty ahead of time.