President, Please Be Careful
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Zhao Youlin shuddered. In her shock, she saw a hand hanging by Mu Tingfeng's side.

Zhao Youlin recalled the warmth as this large and long hand with her protruding knuckles grabbed her wrist. But now, one of the two hands was dyed red with blood at some point in time.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers, and dripped onto the floor. It's pulling his heart out for a reason.

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

Once he learned of this, Zhao Youlin's emotions instantly became complicated. He never thought that someone would actually risk their life to save him, and especially when that person.

Duan Yarong heard Xia Zhetao's startled cry and also turned her head in shock at seeing Mu Tingfeng. When she saw the wound on Mu Tingfeng's hand, she couldn't help but frown, and her gaze was as complicated as Zhao Youlin's.

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

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

This is a problem that elders and most people have had they protect their loved ones.

But even if she didn't like it, no matter what, Mu Tingfeng was injured because of Zhao Youlin. Duan Yarong could not ignore it, so she asked, “Are you okay? What is it to the hospital?”

"No." Mu Tingfeng noticed that Zhao Youlin's gaze was fixed on her hand, and for some reason, she secretly moved her hand back to hide it. He did not want Zhao Youlin to see his bloodied hands.

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

She's feeling depressed. Xia Zhetao could not watch it anymore, and for the first time, he realized that he had a difficult task in front of him, so he cleared his throat to try to save the situation. “No need. I just checked. My president only has superficial wounds. He doesn't need to go to the hospital. In addition, there was no hospital nearby. The nearest one is thirty minutes. It's too much trouble if we go back and forth. Do you have a P3K box in your company? First of all we can stop the bleeding before anything else.”

As 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 P3K box in my office."

The crowd was astonished, and they immediately set their sights on the person speaking.

As soon as Xia Zhetao saw who the speaker was, his eyes twinkled, and he thought. 'It's destiny! President, it seems like God is helping you too. You have to work hard, otherwise, you will disappoint me and all the efforts I devoted to this for you will be in vain!’

Zhao Youlin saw Mu Tingfeng's gaze fixed on her, and she suddenly felt a little awkward. He said reluctantly, “I have a P3K box in my office. Do you want to come with me to take it, or do you want me to lower it for you?”

Before Mu Tingfeng could reply, Xia Zhetao had already spoken in front of him. “Come ride together. You do not need to run up and down, it is very troublesome.”

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

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

Those people looked like they woke up from a daze. Just now, they had witnessed a race against the Death God, and quite a number of people were still unable to calm down. When they heard what Zhao Shunrong said, they shuddered, and they did not care about anything else. They all broke up and did what they had to do.

Zhao Shunrong saw the people go and arranged for the people to come down to handle the falling elevator. Then, he turned around to talk to Xiao Jingyao. "Examine this matter properly."

Xiao Jingyao nodded in understanding. Nothing in the world has ever happened by pure chance. There were many lifts in the company and Zhao Youlin's was having trouble, but that wasn't all. All five cables are broken. This is definitely no coincidence.

As soon as Zhao Shunrong gave the order to Xiao Jingyao, he chased after Zhao Youlin and the others.

After what happened, these people were a little scared, and they would definitely not sit in the elevator this fast.

Fortunately, the Zhao Enterprise only had forty floors. After ascending three floors, they reached Zhao Youlin's office, so they didn't need to move too much.

Zhao Youlin took the people to her office. After giving it some thought, he led Mu Tingfeng into a small room beside his office.

This room was specially opened to serve as a room for Zhao Youlin to rest. In addition to the large bed, there was also a small table inside.

Zhao Youlin took out a P3K box from under the table to hand it to Xia Zhetao, gesturing for him to wrap around Mu Tingfeng's wounds.

Xia Zhetao hesitated for a moment after he got the P3K box. A sly look quickly flashed across his eyes, and he pretended to want to bandage Mu Tingfeng's wounds, but couldn't get it right.

Zhao Youlin watched him quietly from behind her. In the end, when she started wrapping the bandages around Mu Tingfeng without washing the wound and ended up doing a very messy job, she couldn't bear to see him anymore, and at the end of her tolerance, she couldn't bear to see him again, he pushed the person aside and said unhappily, "Move, I'll do it."

Xia Zhetao quietly did a victory sign in her heart but put on a sad expression on her face while she obediently moved aside.

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

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

When Xia Zhetao saw this, he heaved a sigh of relief. Before he left, he glanced at Mu Tingfeng silently. 'President, this is all the help I can give you. You have to do the rest yourself!’

Mu Tingfeng looked at the deep meaning hidden within Xia Zhetao's gaze, and he pursed his lips. He saw Zhao Youlin focused as he treated the wound on his hand, and he smiled.

Mu Tingfeng's hand had been torn into a bloody ribbon as she watched him closely, and it looked rather frightening. The wounds were not deep, but there were many fine incisions, and most importantly, most of them had dust and sand in them.

Zhao Youlin frowned, and she picked up a bottle of iodine from the P3K box. He mumbled, "Hold on."

He poured iodine on the wound, and a thin layer of bubbles appeared on the wound.