Chapter 53 He Is Still Just a Child

Perhaps because the cameras were rolling, the dishes they ordered were served very quickly.

Although they couldn't drink alcohol, the crew members, exhausted after so many days of hard work, were deeply moved to finally have a proper, relaxing meal.

One crew member even picked up a glass of coconut milk, tears in his eyes, and insisted on making a toast.

Wu Bin looked on, utterly bewildered.

Come on, bro, you're actually crying over coconut milk? What's wrong with you, are you lactose intolerant to dairy substitutes?

"Student Wu Bin, don't just eat the duck blood curd, try some other dishes."

Wu Bin shook his head. "No need, I just love duck blood."

With that, Wu Bin took a bite of the blood curd, and a system prompt echoed in his mind:

[Blood Craving triggered. Blood volume has been converted at a one-to-one ratio.]

Hearing this system prompt, Wu Bin felt an immense sense of peace.

He felt as though every bite of the blood curd made his health bar a little longer, filling him with a deep sense of security!

Just as Wu Bin was eating with great relish, Hu Ping, the head of the medical team, walked over.

"Student Wu Bin, can I take a look at the bruises on your body?"

As a professional doctor, Hu Ping was still uneasy, so he came over to proactively check the bruises on Wu Bin's body.

Thinking nothing of it, Wu Bin smiled and said, "Dr. Hu, don't be so nervous. These bruises are just from accidentally bumping into things, it's no big deal."

Wu Bin rolled up his sleeve, but when he looked down closely, he was dumbfounded.

His entire right forearm was covered in black and purple bruises, looking terrifyingly gruesome!

Hu Ping shivered and quickly set his bowl and chopsticks down on the table.

The very thing he feared the most had happened.

Wu Bin's body was indeed abnormal!

Trembling, Hu Ping asked, "Student Wu Bin, could you untighten your clothes? Let me check if you have them on your torso as well."

Wu Bin also realized the severity of the situation.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, a wave of confusion washed over him. Wasn't his current illness supposed to be massive internal bleeding? What were these bruises all about?

Wu Bin lifted his shirt, and all the staff members fell completely silent.

Holy crap!

His entire torso was covered in dark purple bruises!

Hu Ping looked as though he was about to drop to his knees right then and there. His face turned ashen.

"Quick! Bring the machine over and run a blood test for Wu Bin!"

The production crew hadn't even processed what was happening when He Bingbing asked from the side, "Dr. Hu, what kind of condition is Wu Bin suffering from?"

Adjusting his glasses, Hu Ping said with a grave expression, "It cannot be confirmed as a disease just yet."

"However, such large patches of bruising indicate that the blood vessels beneath his skin are already experiencing hemorrhage symptoms. This is definitely not a normal phenomenon."

Hearing Hu Ping's words, everyone couldn't help but stare at Wu Bin.

Good grief, the blood vessels inside your body are hemorrhaging, yet you're still sitting here keeping us company while eating hot pot?

Noticing how panicked everyone was, Wu Bin quickly reassured them, "There's no need to be so nervous, guys. Don't I look completely fine?"

"I feel great right now. Let's just sit down and eat, don't panic."

Wu Bin wasn't panicked at all.

His reputation points hadn't started dropping yet, which meant he wasn't having an actual attack right now.

Before coming here, he had already checked around. Less than five kilometers away, there was a hospital. More importantly, that hospital had an extremely well-stocked blood bank.

With his thirty-five-day invincibility period, even if he had to crawl, he could make it into that hospital. There was literally nothing to worry about.

Just as Wu Bin was thinking this, his back was suddenly shoved hard from behind.

Wu Bin turned around and saw an eight-year-old child sitting behind him.

Seeing Wu Bin look back, the child showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he glared at Wu Bin with an even more arrogant expression, as if daring him to do something about it.

Wu Bin smiled slightly and decided not to make an issue of it.

Who would have thought that the moment Wu Bin turned back around, the child let out a disdainful chuckle and began rocking back and forth, slamming his back against Wu Bin with even greater force.

Once, twice, thrice...

Wu Bin, who was in the middle of eating his duck blood, finally lost his patience. He turned around and said to the child's parents, "Could you please keep him under control? He keeps ramming his back into me."

The child's father wore a thick gold chain around his neck, looking every bit like a local gangster who shouldn't be trifled with.

The child's mother sported a voluminous perm and a tight red dress, bearing a striking resemblance to a standard poodle at a quick glance.

Hearing what Wu Bin said, the couple used their chopsticks to fish food out of the hot pot without even lifting an eyelid.

The woman, Liao Sha, said disdainfully, "If you're annoyed by my son bumping into you, why don't you just change seats?"

"You're not a dog tied up with a leash, why don't you just move further away from us?"

As soon as Liao Sha said those words, Wu Bin's blood pressure instantly skyrocketed.

Hu Ping, who had been closely monitoring Wu Bin, hurriedly intervened, "Student Wu Bin, please don't get upset. If you get agitated now, your internal bleeding will only accelerate."

"Just hold on for a moment, the ambulance is almost here."

Wu Bin took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Gao Shan, the female director, also chimed in to persuade him, "Forget it, he's just a child. Don't lower yourself to his level."

Fine. If I can't afford to provoke them, I can at least avoid them.

Wu Bin stood up and moved to another seat.

Just as Wu Bin picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat a couple more pieces of duck blood to recuperate, an empty cola bottle plummeted from the sky and landed straight into the hot pot.

"Ah!"

The splashing red chili oil startled everyone.

A large patch of scalding hot oil even splattered directly onto Wu Bin's jacket.

Wu Bin immediately stood up and glared angrily at the child.

If that boiling red oil had splattered onto his bare skin, he would have suffered severe burns right on the spot!

"Damn it, do you really think I don't have a temper?!"

With a sweep of his hand, Wu Bin moved to slap the child.

Hu Ping and Yu Peng rushed forward to block Wu Bin just in time.

"Forget it, Brother Wu, don't act on impulse. He's just a kid."

The child curled his lips into a scornful sneer, but deliberately feigned fear and burst into loud tears.

Seeing this, the child's parents immediately pointed at Wu Bin's nose and began cursing.

"Why are you trying to scare my son? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Cao杰 (Cao Jie), the man with the thick gold chain, stood up and casually grabbed a wine bottle from the table.

"Kid, what's your game? Are you looking for a fight?"

Just as Cao Jie finished speaking, Fang Jing, the junior nurse, let out a piercing shriek!

"Dr. Hu! Quick! Look at this test report!"

The nurse handed the portable diagnostic monitor's report over to Hu Ping.

Hu Ping took a single glance, and his face instantly drained of all color.

"How is this possible?!"

"The platelet count is only 1?!"

"Are you sure the machine isn't malfunctioning?!"

With a look of sheer terror in his eyes, Hu Ping's hands trembled as he held the test report.

The production crew members looked on, completely bewildered.

He Bingbing stepped forward and asked, "Dr. Hu, what does a platelet count of 1 mean?"

Before Hu Ping could answer, the crisp sound of a slap echoed from nearby.

Everyone turned their head and saw the child sitting paralyzed on the floor, holding his face with one hand while clutching a toothpick in the other, wailing miserably.

Meanwhile, a tiny red dot appeared on Wu Bin's neck.

And then, blood spurted out, gushing like a ruptured water pipe!