"Do you know why I faint at the sight of blood?"
Song Zimo sat down.
Yang Ping was very willing to listen to his story. Because usually, he was always cold and proud, there must be an unknown story in his heart.
No matter how you looked at Song Zimo, he didn't seem to have the constitution of someone who was naturally prone to fainting at the sight of blood. With such a high talent, he had the stubborn symptom of fainting at the sight of blood. Fortunately, he overcame it with his tenacious will. Otherwise, the world would have lost an excellent surgeon.
Song Zimo thought for a long time, seeming to need to muster up the courage to say, "When I was young, my mother had a car accident right beside me. A runaway car hit head-on, and in that instant, my mother instinctively pushed me away, but fell herself into a pool of blood."
