“What? Not going to be a white angel anymore?” He noticed her expression suddenly turn serious.
“Then you can take it off yourself.” She wished she could stab him again.
He raised an eyebrow and had to take off his outer sweater. “It’s a pity I’m not in the combat unit; otherwise, I would love to see your combat skills. However, a woman wanting a man’s life doesn’t actually need a gun.”
She pretended not to hear his words, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and continued to examine the wound. The entry point of the bullet had burn marks, a small wound with not much blood flowing, but the trouble was that the bullet was lodged in the muscle. She had only learned the theory of battlefield first aid. Theoretically, the first step was to enlarge the wound, but there were no sterilization equipment or surgical knives here.
Noticing she was looking for something, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, engraved with an eagle design, and tossed it to her. “Use this.”
She picked up the dagger and repeatedly heated it over the flames. Against the rock wall, her figure drew closer to him, the blade pointed at him, resembling a murder. Her hands trembled.
He was unafraid but slightly worried. “My angel, please prepare a tourniquet first. Do you want me to bleed to death?” He now suspected she was taking the opportunity to seek revenge.
She put down the dagger, her face a bit embarrassed. In fact, she had really forgotten; when she learned in school, there were always teachers preparing gauze and medicines for them. She looked around; his sweater was too thick and sturdy to be used as a bandage, so she decided to tear her skirt. The hem of her new pink long skirt was torn into strips, leaving only the bare minimum for coverage.
He stared at her trembling hands in confusion, clearly unaware of how to cut to enlarge the wound and extract the bullet. He gently measured above the wound with his fingers, indicating how she should cut.
As the blade pierced into his wound, she seemed to be encouraging herself, murmuring, “This is a minor surgical procedure; those six months of medical classes weren’t for nothing!”
Six months? His eyes widened in shock, the pain from the wound forcing him to grit his teeth and curse silently in his heart. Those useless fools; the investigation materials clearly stated two years.
A bloodied bullet was finally extracted. He was drenched in sweat but made no sound, as if that arm didn’t belong to him. Nhanyi bandaged him tightly, ensuring the wound wouldn’t bleed anymore. After completing these tasks, she let out a long sigh. This was the first surgical operation in her life; she was sweating more than the patient. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked softly, “Are you… not in pain?”
He lowered his head, turned his face away, and pressed his body tightly against the rock wall, remaining silent.
She decided to ignore him and added some dry wood to the campfire. The fire crackled and burned brighter. “See, don’t think only men can do these things; I can do them too.”
“I’m not used to letting women do things; that only complicates matters.” His voice became a bit hoarse.
“Don’t forget who just saved you!” For some reason, Nhanyi suddenly felt a sense of pride. She was no longer as afraid of him as before. Even a wolf, when injured, knows to hide its teeth and pretend to be gentle and weak to elicit sympathy from others.
He frowned, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “Don’t worry; I will repay your kindness with malice.”
His words were not false at all; he quickly cast aside the fact that she had taken the bullet out for him and bandaged his wound. Like a master commanding a servant, he had her change his dressings, fetch water, and bring him meals. That was still acceptable, but he even asked her to help him bathe. Throughout her life, she had never served anyone.
He lay in the bathtub, his body below the chest covered in a frothy shampoo, with several layers of gauze wrapped around his left arm, which could not get wet due to the gunshot wound, resting on the edge of the tub.
“The shampoo is in the cabinet below; when you wash my hair later, don’t forget to massage it with your little hands.”
Even though she knew he was a man of dual nature, Nhanyi still felt her face flush. She mumbled softly, bent down, and opened the cabinet under the sink, preparing to take out the shampoo.
