Under the moonlight, the howls of wolves rose and fell. Outside the cave was fraught with danger, and being with this “wolf” inside felt temporarily safe. Nhanyi recalled how he had sent her to the camp guard, Margaret. His purpose was to make her realize that the outside world was dangerous.
If she wanted to survive, it was better to surrender to him and seek his protection than to expose herself to the wolf pack. The pathetic and laughable theory of protection that her cellmate, Julia , spoke of only existed in this wicked world.
She covered her ears and muttered softly, “What a hellish place, full of demons and wolves.”
He suddenly opened his eyes. “In the world of wolves, only the strongest can survive. The laws of human society are the same.”
She disagreed with his viewpoint. Even if it rose to a philosophical level, she wouldn’t agree. She lowered her hands. “You’re wrong! The difference between humans and animals is that humans have compassion!” She faced him across the roaring campfire, confronting him with her words.
He shook his head, staring at her noncommittally, his ice-blue pupils flickering with red light from the fire.
“Hmph! Of course, I’m talking about humans, not including you,” Nhanyi said coldly, realizing she had made a serious mistake by discussing compassion with this cold-blooded Nazi. They were all devils, and they all deserved to go to hell.
She lowered her head, no longer meeting his gaze, and inadvertently caught sight of the blood-soaked sleeve of his left arm. She was startled; it turned out he was injured. She had forgotten that he was also human, still so handsome, and occasionally showing a hint of gentlemanly demeanor. If he weren’t wearing that black SS uniform, he wouldn’t seem much like a devil.
Noticing her gaze on his arm, his black pupils suddenly narrowed slightly. He then casually said, “I was shot.”
“Is it… just a scratch?” She finally couldn’t help but ask, her nursing instincts making her concerned about any injured person. Now, they were like grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
“No, the bullet is still inside.”
“The damage from a bullet being inside is much worse than a penetrating wound.” Her medical knowledge prompted her to speak without thinking, “If it’s not removed immediately, it could lead to poisoning and infection.”
“The smell of blood will attract wolves.” He wasn’t in a hurry to remove the bullet and provided a reason for it.
She wasn’t without fear, but that fear passed quickly. “I’m a nurse! I’ve worked with the Red Cross. General Ryan, please believe that I am professional!” She emphasized, even though he didn’t believe her identity.
“A nurse who graduated from a church school in America with a music major?” He suddenly fixed his gaze on her face and asked.
Nhanyi was taken aback; it turned out he had already investigated her background thoroughly. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. “I don’t want to argue with you, but the wound needs to be treated immediately.”
“Are you worried about me?” He laughed, his ice-blue eyes shining brightly.
“Don’t misunderstand; I’m just acting on a nurse’s ethics.”
“I thought you hated me deep down.” He stopped smiling, and his handsome face immediately turned fierce.
She replied with righteous indignation, “I cannot condone your despicable actions, but a nurse’s duty is to save lives, even yours cannot be neglected.”
“Even yours…” He lowered his head and chuckled coldly, “Blind mercy often backfires. If you say you’re afraid you won’t be able to escape this desert, I can reluctantly believe that reason.”
“Suit yourself. Our Red Cross’s mission is to save lives, unlike you Nazis, who only care about interests.” Nhanyi stood up and walked closer to him.
He looked at her coldly, “If you think you can take advantage of the opportunity to remove the bullet and have ulterior motives, you know I can kill you without using a gun, just with one hand.”
“It’s you who has ulterior motives! If I were a man, I would definitely wipe out your troops on the battlefield.” Nhanyi approached him and examined his arm, focusing on the wound without noticing the flicker of emotion in his ice-blue eyes.
“We need to take off your shirt. It would be best to have scissors to cut the fabric so as not to touch the wound. That’s how standard first aid is done.” But then she suddenly remembered how he had wickedly cut open her clothes before and done that to her, so it was clear she couldn’t treat him like a regular patient.
