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They’re still openly bleeding with no sign of clotting. And it’s so strange too. Two perfect puncture wounds, perfectly aligned like they’re poked at the same time. By teeth…. Could this be a vampire attack? I palpate the wound and feel that the skin is cold. That is yet another possible symptom from a vampire bite. I really hope I’m just overthinking this, because it seems that his vitals are perfectly stable and the rest of his body is still warm. “What happened to him?” I ask his mother, who looks at me in a daze.

I brought the blood to my nose and took one simple sniff, closing my eyes for better concentration. The normal smell of blood hit me first, but the smell was too heavy. Opened my eyes to inspect the blood, and noticed that while it appeared the normal colour, the little drop of blood had failed to coagulate in the time it had been exposed to air. Typical signs of Moonshade poisoning.

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

Klyde smiled happily. Klyde, with a blood clotting on his forehead woke up with his eyes bloodshot, still bleeding and woozy. Nick on the other side looks like a murdered man who climbs up from his grave, badly injured and can see it on his face that he's hurting. He has a clothe around his shoulder but it's not applied properly yet it is enough to stop him from bleeding as he cure himself, although the pain didn't stop there.

I tried to suppress the pain, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the corner of my mouth ripped open, a dull pain running through my body. After I had eaten my morning, I still had to sit and wait for Blake to finish eating before I was allowed to leave. As soon as he got up, I rushed to the bathroom. I spat out a mouthful of blood and my broken tooth. Next, I rinsed my mouth to get rid of the blood, but the taste lingered on my tongue's tip. I threw the tooth in the trash; it was no big deal; in a few days, my teeth would grow back; that's the advantage of werewolves; healing is speedy.

In this case, the wisest choice was to quit as soon as possible. But Qin Haodong obviously did not intend to do what he wanted. He said, "Don't worry, President Fan. There's a ready-made patient here in this classroom." Then he looked at Robben and said, "If my eyes serve me right, you have a bad tooth." Robben said, "Yes, you're right, Mr. Qin. I admit that you're good at medical diagnosis, but it has nothing to do with stopping the bleeding with TCM." Qin Haodong explained, "Mr. Robben, the gums will bleed heavily during tooth extraction. If I help you extract this bad tooth without any blood, will you agree with what I've just said?"

I sneeze on the floor. My breath push dust particles away. I cough again. I cough numerous blood particles. They all splatter on the floor. I groan more. Feels my jaw is broken. I ignore it. I again gaze around. No sign of brother Ron. That's my needed opportunity. I slowly stagger to my feets. My every cuts gradually heals. I forecefully adjust my fractured jaw. It's healing instantly commences. I smile wierdly. I slowly wipe blood particles off my lips.

"Leaning back can make the blood go to your windpipes or line your stomach. Then you'd retch. Trust me, I've had a lot of experience with bloody noses." I believe him. The excess blood that had been running down my throat before now threatens to come back up my throat. I cough again, the blood dripping from my split lip spraying outwards, some of the droplets landing on his bare chest. "I'm sorry!" I quickly exclaimed, almost forgetting who he is. I reach out and wipe the blood from his skin before he can complain about its presence. He nods. "You're okay. Hold your nose just before your bridge to clot the blood. It should stop within five minutes or so."

I cried. "Yes, sweetie. Blood is what you are now." "But when I brushed my teeth there was no blood. I had saliva." "You brush your teeth?" "Yeah ..." "You're not going to get tooth decay, Kim. I promise." I spat a clot of blood on the floor of the tub. "It wasn't like that before, I swear it. There was spit, not blood."