Special Forces Medic Chapter 253 - 242: Soft and Tender Homeland

Xiao Lin didn’t even glance at Wu Shuang. After carefully checking Wu Shuang’s injury, he gently placed his right hand on Wu Shuang’s ankle, took out his phone with his left hand, and said to Wu Shuang, "If you don’t want to be crippled, bear with it. This will hurt a lot. If you can take it, I’ll help you treat it; if not, I’ll find sothing for you to bite on, so you don’t end up biting off your own tongue!"

Seeing Xiao Lin’s serious deanor, Wu Shuang realized that her previous comnts were nothing but words of frustration. Whenever Xiao Lin did sothing, he was always very serious and reliable. Wu Shuang naturally knew that Xiao Lin wouldn’t harm her.

Despite the unbearable pain in her foot, Wu Shuang mustered so resolve in front of Xiao Lin and said, "You’re more likely to bite your own tongue! If not, just call for help!"

Xiao Lin, still dialing a number with his left hand, kept his eyes on the phone while his right hand was firmly placed on Wu Shuang’s ankle. Wu Shuang’s attention was caught by Xiao Lin’s phone, wondering if Xiao Lin was frightened and was calling for ergency assistance. Who knew while she was contemplating, a warm current gradually seeped into her ankle, easing the pain significantly.

Wu Shuang paid even less attention to the pain as the sharp feeling slowly disappeared, and her focus was entirely on the phone Xiao Lin held. She couldn’t help but ask, "Are you going to..."

However, before Wu Shuang could finish speaking, she suddenly let out a scream, the pain intensified tenfold, harsher than before. Her heart felt like it stopped for a mont, sweat beads continuously forming on her forehead.

"You... you..." Wu Shuang barely managed to utter a word, the excruciating pain made her unable to speak, causing her head to buzz. Wu Shuang believed that if not for her strong physique, she would have fainted from just that.

But fainting might be good; she wouldn’t have to endure the suffering while conscious.

When Xiao Lin’s hand touched her ankle earlier, Wu Shuang could still feel pain, but after that mont, Wu Shuang nearly believed this ankle didn’t belong to her anymore and wasn’t aware of Xiao Lin’s right hand clutching her ankle.

Wu Shuang gritted her teeth, the pain assaulted her again and again. The intense waves of pain left her covered in sweat, soaking her entirely. Yet this ti, Wu Shuang no longer scread like she did the first ti; she gritted her teeth tightly, showcasing an incredible level of endurance, not even letting out a groan.

Her eyes glared angrily at Xiao Lin, the fury in her eyes could have killed Xiao Lin countless tis, if looks could kill. For a mont, Wu Shuang even had the impulse to lash out at him, though she didn’t have the ability to act on it.

After about ten seconds, Wu Shuang slowly felt the previous warm current flowing through her ankle again. At that mont, Xiao Lin’s call connected, but he didn’t look at Wu Shuang; instead, he focused on Wu Shuang’s ankle and spoke into the phone, "Xiao Feng, bring a box of Silver Needles from my car. I’m on the seventh floor. Ask the nearby SWAT officers, there are four fighting rings here. If you don’t know the place, let them guide you!" After that, Xiao Lin hung up the phone.

Following those thirty seconds of extre pain, Wu Shuang realized that the warm flow seed to be coming from Xiao Lin’s hand, and the pain gradually lessened, allowing Wu Shuang so understanding of Xiao Lin’s previous actions.

However, her ankle appeared more swollen compared to before, more than twice the size of a normal ankle. The slightest pressure brought the pain rushing back, causing Wu Shuang to break out in cold sweat.

Xiao Lin snorted coldly, "It’s twisted so badly, yet you’re still restless. If you keep moving around, don’t bla for a crippled leg!"

"It’s your fault!" Wu Shuang retorted without much confidence, the tone of her voice low—partly due to pain, and partly due to embarrassnt.

Luckily, Wu Shuang’s injury shifted the focus for both of them. If Wu Shuang wasn’t injured, facing such a scenario earlier on, they both would have been so embarrassed they wouldn’t know what to do.

Xiao Lin rare retorted, "Do you even have the nerve to bla ? You launched such an intense attack without warning. In the end, I didn’t even fight back, not even resisted, rely changed my stance, and you, the champion of freestyle fighting from the Public Security University, actually got hurt by your own move. If word got out, would you still dare claim to be a champion?"

"You... if you hadn’t shifted your damn foot forward, would I have kicked your leg? And then failed to retract, ending up like this?" Wu Shuang stubbornly retorted. Now, recalling how she fell, why she twisted her ankle, and even dislocated it. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you are welco to vote for recomndation and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)