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Yin Yanyue even suspected that Gong Yufeng might die on the spot.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked back at the viscount. ”Call an ambulance and bring the medical kit here.”

There was no response from the young noble, his face was deathly still, his eyes cold to the point of freezing.

He calmly walked to a nearby desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper, slowly wiping off the blood on his hands.

”Uncle Gu …”

Yin Yanyue was actually a little afraid of this young nobleman in front of her.

The young lord had always been a calm person, and nothing he did was too extreme. But this time, not only was he extreme, he was also terrifyingly calm.

After he wiped the blood off his hand, he pulled out a few pieces of paper and walked in front of Yin Yanyue. He used the paper to wipe the wound on her neck.

It was a clear bite mark. The flesh on his neck had already been chewed up, and he was afraid that if he were a second late, the piece of meat would be bitten off by Duan Chen.

Yin Yanyue frowned in pain.

The young noble helped her tidy up the messy hair in front of her forehead. Her gentle appearance made it seem as if she was looking at a rare treasure.

Yin Yanyue looked up at him, a little lost in thought.

The young noble had always been good to her, but he had never looked at her with such tenderness.

Before she could regain her senses, the viscount bent down slightly and kissed her on the forehead.

His lips were very cold, but the kiss was very gentle.

No matter how she looked at him, he did not look like the young noble of the palace she used to know.

”Cough …”

A weak cough pulled Yin Yanyue back from his thoughts.

Gong Yufeng who was lying in a pool of blood moved slightly. He should still have a bit of consciousness.

Yin Chengyue didn't care that much and hurriedly squatted down next to Gong Yufeng to check his pulse, ”Uncle Gu, quickly go get the medicine box.”

The young lord was still standing there, watching coldly from the sidelines.

”He can't die!” Yin Yanyue stood up, her tone was too serious. ”If he dies, you are a murderer, I won't let you go to jail.”

She ran to her desk, picked up her cell phone, and called an ambulance.

The viscount looked at her deeply for a few seconds and suddenly changed his mind. He turned around and went downstairs to get a medical kit.

He did it himself, simply to stop the bleeding, disinfect the wound, bandage it, and fix the fracture.

Fifteen minutes later.

Gong Yufeng was carried into the ambulance, leaving only a pool of blood in the study.

Yin Yanyue sat dejectedly on the sofa in the hall, staring out the window in a trance.

The viscount placed a cup of milk in front of her and said, ”Drink it and sleep.”

Yin Yeyue came back to her senses and looked up at him.

He still had that expressionless face, as if nothing had happened.

”I will clean the study, you rest.”

After putting down the milk, the viscount turned around to go upstairs to clean up the bloodstains in the study.

Yin Yanyue turned her head and looked at his back, and was about to call out to him.

At this moment, a siren sounded outside the door.

When he reached the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

Yin Yanyue's heart trembled and her expression suddenly became ugly.

The doorbell rang.

Aunt Wang, who was standing aside, was stunned. She didn't dare to open the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked out of the courtyard and pulled open the iron gate.

Yin Yanyue was stunned on the spot, watching the figure of the Palace Lord's back disappear in the doorway.

Sometimes, the more afraid something was, the more likely it would happen.

Just like how Yin Chengyue was afraid that the police would detain the viscount, he didn't expect that not long after Gong Yufeng was sent to the hospital, the police would come looking for someone.