"He was injured in the blast; co quickly and take a look at him."
Song Wencheng is a doctor, and when Xiaofan couldn't handle it himself, only he could do sothing to help.
Lin Miaoke was deep in self-bla too, from the initial misunderstanding to being a constant burden—wasn't all these injuries to the foreign guy because of her? Otherwise, with his speed, no one could harm him at all, right?
"Injured so seriously? But I don't even have any antiseptic here..."
"I have it, just brought it from the dical room earlier. See if you can use it?" Lin Miaoke hurriedly took out a pile of dical supplies from her pocket.
"Then give it to quickly. Friend, please lie down on the bed first."
Xiaofan's consciousness began to blur, but it wasn't his first ti suffering such serious injuries; he was resilient enough.
"Miaoke, go guard the front door, let us know right away if there's any disturbance."
"Okay."
Lin Miaoke obediently went to the door, allowing the doctor to focus on treating him. She didn't overlook how the foreign guy, amidst the chaos, had called her na like a friend.
Once Lin Miaoke reached the door, Xiaofan discreetly handed the scalpel to Song Wencheng.
"What's this?"
"Gravel is embedded in the flesh, it must be picked out bit by bit."
"What?"
"No ti; hurry up."
"But there's no anesthesia."
"It's fine, it won't kill ."
It turned out, Xiaofan's back continued to bleed because gravel had burrowed into the flesh and was pressing against a blood vessel. Simply sealing the blood vessel couldn't stop the bleeding.
Once Xiaofan's clothes were removed, the wound on his back was horrific.
Song Wencheng had seen countless trauma patients, yet it was his first ti seeing soone hold on silently after such severe injuries.
"Here we go."
"Hmm."
First, the wound and scalpel were sterilized. This wasn't exactly a fine operating room, but with a skilled doctor present, Xiaofan needn't worry at all.
'Clink.'
Gravel was extracted one by one from the wound and placed into a tin box. The sound of clinking was heard. Lin Miaoke was perplexed by the sound but didn't know what it was.
"Friend, can you hold on?" Song Wencheng had already extracted dozens of pieces of gravel yet had only dealt with half the wound. Seeing the blood still seeping out, Song Wencheng feared Xiaofan might not make it.
"Hurry up. I'm fine."
If the surgery continued, Xiaofan could recover in a couple of weeks, but just at mid-surgery, an unexpected visitor arrived again.
"Soone's coming."
"What?"
As Lin Miaoke's shout ca through, Song Wencheng saw there was still a large portion of the wound left unhandled, unsure of what to do.
"Hey, co over, Dr. Song, check at the door."
Gasping, Xiaofan had Lin Miaoke co to the bed, pulling down the curtain while letting Song Wencheng go check at the door.
"Dr. Song."
"So late, what's going on?"
"Hmm? No one has been here, right?"
"What a joke, who'd co here? The main door has been locked tight."
"It would be best if you'd co out for a mont; many of our people are injured and need your assistance."
"No ti, I need sleep, handle it yourselves." Normally, he'd help the wounded, but now there was a patient waiting inside to be treated—if he left, the patient on the bed might not make it through the night.
"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. I'm asking nicely, if you don't co, things won't end well for you."
With that, the opponent tried to open the door to drag Song Wencheng outside.
"Wait." Song Wencheng's expression changed; if they entered, the two on the bed would surely be discovered. But now, what should he do?
"Hey, you're smart. Let's go."
"Let change clothes."
Uncertain how to handle it, Song Wencheng asked for advice from Officer Lin Miaoke.
"Dr. Song, go with them first; things are fine here. Once you're done, co back and help with the rest. Later, Officer Lin can bandage up."
"Alright, that's the only way, I'll check it out first."
"Go."
Actually, this was Xiaofan's only choice; if Song didn't go now, discovery was inevitable—Xiaofan needed ti to breathe.
Once Dr. Song left with the outsiders, Lin Miaoke quickly climbed down from the bed.
Her delicate figure quivered slightly. The grim sights were too scary to face, she truly didn't know he was this badly hurt.
And those dozen tiny gravel pieces within the iron box—things lodged into his flesh. Reflecting on the escape scenes earlier, he didn't just shield her; he blocked all threats with his body, keeping her safe and sound.
"Don't move; let bandage you up."
"No, you must help get the rest of the gravel out, otherwise, no matter how much anti-inflammatory dicine I take, the wound will still beco infected, and if it festers, I'll develop a fever—whether or not I die from blood loss, the fever could kill ."
"But Dr. Song..."
"I said, you do it..."
"I—I can't."
"If you can hold a gun, why can't you handle a knife? Hurry, unless you want dead."
Xiaofan's tone was firm; even if Lin Miaoke made a mistake, it was only another wound—no big deal.
Picking up the sharp scalpel, Lin Miaoke felt her hands trembling intensely. Normally, pointing a gun at criminals, she never hesitated, but now...
Pointing a gun at criminals was fighting evil, but now, using a scalpel ant saving a life, and if she made a mistake—it was a living life at stake.
Being a doctor—it's not easy at all.
"Get moving, don't drag; I'm not boasting, but if I die, there's no way you and Dr. Song can get out of this cave alive other than by being carried out."
"I get it, no need to say it. Just as always, full of yourself."
Trying hard to control her trembling hands, she gently cut along the wound. Many areas were charred black by the blast, making it impossible to see inside; finding the gravel relied on touch.
"Hmm."
"Ah, I didn't an it."
"It's okay."
"Now, hold on."
"It's okay."
"Found it."
"Got it out."
"Mmm."
"Ah..."
"Sorry."
"It's fine, hurry up..."
"Sorry... sorry..."
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