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Chapter 94 Taking Bullets...

When she touched the bloody and terrifying wound on the man's arm, her heart trembled.

It can be judged from the wound that this kind of gun is very powerful, and the blood keeps flowing.

Red blood slid down the arm, forming a strange and enchanting beauty.

Chu Lingzhi picked up a small sharp blade and scratched at the bloody wound.

Then he picked up the pliers and pushed them along the wound without blinking his eyes.

Nangong Yehen was lying on the soft chair, staring directly at the ceiling with cold eyes, when the blade scratched the flesh, and when the pliers went in, he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

Chu Lingzhi glanced at him, his cold and delicate facial features showed no trace of pain.

She couldn't help admiring his ability to bear it.

Chu Lingzhi's technique is somewhat different from that of the hospital's long-term surgeons.

Whether it is the way of moving the knife or the way of taking the bullet, although it is rusty, it is not clumsy, and the clean pliers go in, and the bloody pliers come out.

Boom!

The blood-stained bullet was thrown into the tray next to it, making a crisp but palpitating sound.

"Gauze." Chu Lingzhi stretched out her hand.

The servant tremblingly handed over the gauze that had been prepared long ago.

Chu Lingzhi wiped the blood next to the wound with gauze, then disinfected it, applied hemostatic powder, and finally bandaged——

Nangong Yehen tilted his head and glanced at the bandaged wound, with that indifferent look, as if the wound was on someone else's body and not his.

Chu Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, no bones were hurt."

After treating Nangong Yehen's wound well, Chu Lingzhi quickly transferred the target.

She wanted to treat the wound of Huo Luan who was waiting on the bed.

Huo Luan was shot in the back and was seriously injured.

So far, the blood is still flowing.

He had already taken off his coat, and the light blue shirt inside was almost stained red with blood.

The white sheets on his body were also stained with blood.

When he rescued Nangong Yehen just now, he didn't dare to relax.

Now back to the manor, lying here, his face is pale, and there is a faint weakness between his brows.

Chu Lingzhi cut a hole in his shirt with scissors.

Seeing his wound, she couldn't help gasping.

Not one wound, but two close wounds.

Chu Lingzhi gasped, and the servant was even more shocked, his face turned pale with fright.

She glanced at Chu Lingzhi resentfully. There are so many servants in the manor, why should she be called to help?
She must have a nightmare tonight, and she won't be able to eat for a while.

But when she was lying on the soft chair and staring at Chu Lingzhi's Nangong Yehen, her resentment was a little less, and her eyes lit up again.

Without clothing to cover her, Chu Lingzhi could treat Huo Luan's wound more smoothly.

"Miss Chu, don't anesthetize."

"Your wound is more serious." Chu Lingzhi looked at him deeply.

"This little pain is nothing." The voice was calm, not weak at all, and it could not be heard that it was said by a seriously injured person.

"Okay." Chu Lingzhi understood that they had experienced this kind of gunshot wound countless times, and they should be used to this kind of pain.

It was much more difficult to get Huolan's bullet than Nangong Yehen's bullet.

After making sure that the lungs were not injured, Chu Lingzhi started to do it.

She looked serious, earnest, and dignified, and she was so careful with every step she took.

Nangong Yehen was lying on the soft chair, her cold and deep eyes fell on her body.

Her concentration seemed to touch his heart lightly again.

(End of this chapter)