The recliner was knocked over, and the young couple awkwardly rolled onto the floor.
Ning Mo jolted awake, panting heavily. He reached up and touched his forehead, finding his hand covered in blood.
Zhang Zhilei snatched the knife from his hand and hurled it into the distance.
Ning Mo suddenly grabbed Zhang Zhilei and frantically examined her from head to toe. Zhang Zhilei cried out in fright, "Calm down! Calm down!"
"You're all right?!" Ning Mo asked, still shaken.
"What the hell do you mean, am I all right?! You're the one who's hurt! You sleepwalked, grabbed a knife, and cut your own head!" Zhang Zhilei broke free, crawled over to retrieve the phone lying on the floor, and shakily dialed 120.
Ning Mo panted hard, his mind in a daze. Scarlet suddenly filled his vision, and his scalp burned with pain.
He took out his phone and opened the front-facing camera, then jumped in fright. A horizontal gash ran across his forehead and all the way into the hair at the side of his head. Blood was gushing out, covering half his face. Even his ear had turned red with blood.
After calling 120, Zhang Zhilei hurriedly helped the dazed Ning Mo to his feet. "You nicked a small artery. Get to the Veterinary Station for emergency treatment. The ambulance will be here soon!"
Ning Mo covered the wound with one hand and staggered toward the door on unsteady legs. "I dreamed... I just dreamed..."
"Stop talking nonsense and go stop the bleeding! Hurry!" Zhang Zhilei shouted anxiously as she pushed her boyfriend outside.
Before leaving, she glanced back. Beyond the glass wall, the enormous purplish-red eyes were still watching them, cold and emotionless, exuding a thick, ghostly aura.
The hospital ward.
The ward door was thrown open