An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 143 Overthinking (Part 2)

With cotton balls soaked in iodine, Chu Yao patiently and meticulously wiped away the bloodstains around the man's upper arm wound using tweezers.

His gaze remained fixed on the wound the entire time, focused and quiet.

The blood-soaked cotton ball was tossed into the tray with a soft, muffled "thud." Chu Yao picked up a new one and continued what she was doing.

Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, he spoke up: "You were shot in the right chest?"

His voice was extremely calm, yet his tone was nine-tenths certain.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Zheng turned his head and looked at the girl's profile, who was focused on her own thoughts. In the few seconds of silence, his eyes were unpredictable.

The man gave a slight smirk and said nonchalantly, "In our line of work, once you've done it once, you'll do it again."

"What line of work do you do?" Chu Yao asked, seizing the opportunity.

Jiang Zheng snorted lightly, his voice chilling: "What kind of business would dare to kidnap a woman so easily..." He paused, leaning closer, "Dr. Chu is a smart man; knowing too much is not a good thing."

His voice was extremely low and hoarse, carrying his usual nonchalant tone, yet it inexplicably revealed a hint of danger.

Chu Yao's right hand, which was gripping the tweezers, tightened subconsciously, and she swallowed back the next question she was about to ask.

—The scar looks quite old. When was it done?
Chu Yao was sensible and didn't say anything more.

After disinfecting, she tidied everything up and put it back in its original place.

A person stood quietly beside the sofa, looking down at the man lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

After staring at it for a while, I found myself lost in thought.

His high, straight nose divided his face into two distinct halves, one side reflecting the flickering orange candlelight, the other hidden in darkness.

Her lips looked even paler... compared to before the bullet was removed, they were even a bit dry and chapped now.

There were crimson marks between his lips. Without thinking, Chu Yao bent down to take a closer look, and only when she got closer did she realize that they were dried bloodstains. Probably from when he was removing the bullet earlier, when he bit his lip and left those marks? Chu Yao guessed.

He was very peaceful when he was asleep, without the frivolousness and laxity he displayed when he was awake; instead, he exuded a strange and righteous aura.

He seems like a good person.

Chu Yao was amused by the thought that suddenly popped into her head. She slowly shook her head, as if mocking herself.

See? That's just how you are. You see everyone as a good person, no matter how badly they fall.

Never learns a lesson!
How good could someone be who works under Xu Penggang and is highly valued by him?

At best, he could only be considered a half-good person with a conscience among bad people.

Chu Yao stopped thinking about it and gently patted the man's shoulder. Seeing him slowly open his eyes, she said softly, "You're injured, so it's better for you to lie down and rest. Let me help you to bed."

"Where do you sleep then?"

Chu Yao was completely surprised that his first reaction was to care about this—where she slept.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she regained her composure. "The eight hours after surgery are a high-risk period. I have to keep an eye on you."

……

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

A cotton swab soaked in warm water gently dabbed along the man's lips, tenderly and rhythmically.

In a daze, Jiang Zheng seemed to have returned to that small, dilapidated house.

Beneath him lay a rough, uneven pile of hay. Someone gently lifted his chin, and warm water slowly flowed into his mouth.

Despite his hazy consciousness, he swallowed unconsciously. The warm water flowed through his dry, stinging throat like a timely rain, nourishing his body and his weak, faltering will.