C61 He Was Treated

Zhang Zhen stared in horror at the wound on his arm and shouted, "Call the police, quick! And get me to the hospital!"

Without hesitation, he yanked the knife out.

Blood gushed from the wound, but to his astonishment, it was a dark red hue.

Zhang Zhen firmly pressed on his shoulder twice with his hand, pondering the situation. The blood continued to flow, growing even darker.

In that moment