Chapter 895


    Chapter 895


    Mason snapped back to reality. He stared at Celeste and after a few seconds of silence, then replied,


    “What’s up?”


    Celeste frowned, “You don’t look so good, are you feeling okay?”


    “No, I’m fine,” Mason managed a weak smile. He put down the roses and touched his temple, “I think


    it’s just some side effects from my new meds. Sometimes they make me dizzy”


    Just as Celeste was about to speak, she noticed blood on Mason’s temple, She gasped, “You’re


    bleeding!”


    “Huh?” Mason looked puzzled and reached up to touch it, but Celeste grabbed his sleeve, “It’s your


    hand that’s bleeding”


    Mason looked down and saw his right palm smeared with blood, several small cuts still bleeding


    The roses he had put aside were also stained with some blood. Clearly, he had been pricked by the


    rose thorns.


    “One, two, three…”


    Celeste sat beside him, cleaning his wounds and counting the number of cuts. Finally, she eximed in


    surprise, “Sixt Six puncture wounds, didn’t you feel it?”


    Mason shook his head, “I’m kinda numb to pain.”


    Celeste prudently closed her mouth and chose not to speak further.


    She had asked about this during her grandmother’s birthday party and Mason had exined that his


    burns made him insensitive to pain. She couldn’t ask again.


    But she was still a bit confused. His arm had been burned and was therefore a bit numb to pain, but his


    palm wasn’t burned. Six puncture wounds and he didn’t feel any pain at all?


    With this thought, Celeste’s gaze softened and filled with confusion


    The wounds weren’t deep, but the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. She wiped it with a cotton swab, and


    immediately new blood beads appeared.


    Celeste found it strange and casually remarked, “Your blood flows really fast, almost like a


    hemophiliac.”


    Mason paused, then slowly said, “Really? That obvious? I’m a mild hemophiliac


    Celeste froze… Why did she always speak before thinking? “I’m sorry, I wasn’t making a joke about the


    condition.”


    Mason chuckled, “It’s okay, I’m not that sensitive, and my condition is mild


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    He pulled out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket and handed it to Celeste, “Could you open this


    for me? Sprinkle some in my palm.” Celeste hurriedly took it, opened the bottle and sprinkled the


    powder into Mason’s palm. He pressed the powder onto the wounds with a cotton ball. After about half


    a minute, the bleeding stopped.


    Celeste was surprised. “This is like that magical ointment we see in sci–fi shows, the one that heals


    wounds instantly.”


    Masonughed at herment, “Actually, it’s just thrombin.”


    Mason had already experienced burns, headaches and now he had hemophilia. His life was really one


    hurdle after another.


    In Celeste’s mind, if it were her, she’d be whining non–stop about life’s unfairness. Yet, here was


    Mason, still incredible and with such a good temper. This gentle and brave soul was truly admirable.


    “By the way, didn’t you mention you had something to tell me?”


    At that, Mason paused a bit before saying, “It’s about that house you mentioned. I had someone check


    it outst night. Turns out, someone’s already living in it. The neighbors say the family’s been there for


    years. The owner’s name is Daniel Campbell. Does that ring any bells?”