In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Qianye's hand was still tightly gripping the blade, and blood kept dripping from between his fingers and onto the blade.

His clothes on his right shoulder blade were already soaked with blood, and the color was still spreading.

She dared not move his body, fearing that her actions would worsen his injury.

But it was impossible for him to remain "at ease" as he had just reassured him, and to remain indifferent.

After all... just like she said, even if he was a heartless bastard who only made her angry, the current form of punishment was still too much for him!

"I'm fine, Shiho, don't worry... If this is all it takes to appease Saeko..."

"What do you mean you're alright!" Shi Yu cried anxiously, tears streaming down her face. "What if you lose this arm and can't move it anymore?! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"...!"

Gen Chiya pursed his lips, staring at Saeko without moving.

The body moved forward again, allowing the blade to penetrate even deeper.

"——!!!"

When Shiyu saw the bloodstains expand rapidly and the cold sweat suddenly beading on Qianye's forehead, her nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally broke down completely!

She turned sharply to Saeko, her eyes filled with immense fear and pleading, replacing the anger she had shown earlier.

She tremblingly reached out her hands, not to take the knife, but to gently grasp Saeko's hand, which was still tightly gripping the hilt, with a pleading expression.

Her voice trembled violently: "Saeko...Saeko...please...please...can't we put down the knife and talk things out? Please...don't do this to him...and don't do this to yourself..."

"..."

Shi Yu's tearful pleas finally had a slight effect.

Saeko's icy gaze, which had been fixed on Minamoto Chiyo throughout, turned to her.

Shi Yu's pitiful eyes, filled with fear yet also a hint of hope, finally made her silently close her eyes slightly.

After opening her eyes again, Saeko slowly loosened her grip on the knife, took a half step back, turned around, and silently walked to the window.

Shi Yu's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly told Qian Ye to let go. Seeing the huge dark red bloodstain spreading on Qian Ye's shoulder, she almost closed her eyes and helped him pull the knife out by holding the hilt.

"Bah-"

The knife was pulled out and thrown on the ground.

The dark red bloodstains were particularly glaring, constantly assaulting Shi Yu's visual nerves.

She was a well-behaved girl who was protected from a young age. She had never even killed a chicken. Even a single insect crawling into her room could keep her up all night.

The sight of her lover covered in blood and gruesome wounds was too much for her to bear, and her stomach churned uncontrollably.

Even so, she suppressed her fear, nausea, and other negative emotions, and immediately stepped forward to hug Qianye's waist with her slender body, supporting his body in a helping manner.

Gen Chiya looked at the knife on the ground, then looked up at Saeko, who had her back to him, and hesitated to speak.

But following Shiyu's extremely worried expression, he left the room for the time being.

"Hospital...we need to get to the hospital right away! No, no, moving like this might make things worse! It would be better to call an ambulance and have the doctors and nurses come over!"

"I'm alright, Shiyu, really..."

"What do you mean 'I'm fine'! You've lost so much blood!"

"It just looks a bit scary, but it's actually just superficial injuries. We have a first-aid kit at home, so we can just grab that and treat it."

"...!"

Shi Yu was completely at a loss, but seeing his insistence, she still followed his wishes and did as he said.

She quickly brought the first-aid kit.

Qianye had already taken off her upper clothes.

Without the cover of clothing, his wounds were more clearly exposed to Shi Yu's eyes.

The knife wound on my left arm looked long, extending from above my elbow, but fortunately it didn't seem to be particularly deep, and the bleeding had stopped.

However, the stab wound on his shoulder was not a good sign.

A noticeable dark wound was slowly oozing blood, and the surrounding skin was red and swollen.

The wound on her hand was the same; the wound that almost ran across her palm was truly shocking! Shi Yu turned pale after just one glance and almost vomited.

As Qianye had instructed, she took out gauze and tried to press it to stop the bleeding, but perhaps because her technique was wrong, or perhaps because the wound was too deep, the pressing effect was not ideal, and the blood quickly soaked through the gauze.

"What should I do, what should I do..."

Although Qianye, who was the injured one, was the one comforting Shiyu the whole time, she was so anxious when she saw him covered in blood that tears welled up in her eyes again.

Saeko stood in the corridor, watching the two of them from afar. Without saying a word, she walked straight across the courtyard path to the gate to wait.

Two minutes later, a man parked his electric scooter at the entrance.

She quickly stepped forward and spoke rapidly.

The man nodded, picked up his suitcase, and quickened his pace to enter the house.

Let me take a look.

Shi Yu was clearly taken aback by the sudden appearance of the man.

The man quickly opened his medical kit and explained simply, "I am a doctor at a nearby hospital and a friend of the owner of this place, Mr. Busujima. When the Busujima Kendo Dojo was still operating normally, students often had fractures or minor injuries, and they would usually come to me for treatment."

Shi Yu realized what was happening and quickly stepped aside, saying, "Thank you so much, doctor!"

The man nodded and sat down next to Yuan Qianye.

He confirmed the location, depth, bleeding, and presence of foreign objects in the three wounds on Yuan Qianye's body. After asking Yuan Qianye several questions in detail and having a clear understanding of the situation, he put on his gloves and instructed Shi Yu to shine a flashlight on him. He then began to treat the wound on Yuan Qianye's shoulder.

He professionally covered the wound directly with sterile gauze, waited for ten minutes until the bleeding temporarily stopped, then immediately rinsed it with sterile saline, disinfected it with iodine, sutured it very skillfully, and finally bandaged it.

Next was the wound on the palm. The wound looked quite alarming, but after examination, the doctor determined that the major tendons and nerves were not damaged, and the bleeding was under control. Therefore, after simple disinfection, a healing ointment was applied, covered with a sterile dressing, and then secured with a bandage.

The left arm, which had the least severe wound, was treated in the same way as above.

Once everything was dealt with, the living room floor of Saeko's house was a mess of blood-stained gauze, cotton balls, and wet saline solution.

Gen Chiyo's current look is also somewhat intimidating—

His left arm was wrapped in bandages, his palm was tightly wrapped in gauze, and the bandage on his right shoulder was wrapped around his neck for secure fixation. In addition, there were dried bloodstains on his bare upper body, giving him the appearance of a seriously wounded soldier.

"It's not a big problem; the young man is in very good physical condition."

The doctor packed up the instruments while giving instructions.

"The wound isn't particularly deep, and it didn't damage any vital organs or major nerves. You should rest and make sure the wound doesn't get wet for the next few days. Try to avoid putting too much strain on your arms, especially your right shoulder."

If you get dirty and want to clean yourself, ask a family member to help you wipe yourself with a damp towel, avoiding the wound. It would be best to come to my clinic for a follow-up check-up tomorrow afternoon to see if there are any signs of infection. As long as it's not infected, it just needs rest to heal.

"Thank you, doctor." Shi Yu bowed repeatedly, finally feeling much relieved.

"Shiyu." Yuan Qianye called out to her, gesturing with his eyes to his wallet on the coffee table.

Shi Yu understood and immediately asked the doctor to wait a moment.

Yuan Qianye doesn't usually carry much cash with him because Miyoko accompanies him to formal occasions, so he doesn't have to worry about her too much. He's also more used to using credit cards when buying expensive things in private. So, there's only a little over 80,000 yen in his wallet, which is enough to express his gratitude.

Moreover, the person who specifically called the doctor over must have given some other form of thanks in private.

Without a second thought, Shiyu took out all the money and handed it to the doctor, repeatedly bowing to express her gratitude.

The doctor didn't stand on ceremony, nodded and accepted the money, then picked up his medical kit and left.

Shiyu, who had escorted him to the front gate and then turned back, saw Yuan Qianye squatting on the ground cleaning the floor. She was furious and snatched the tissue from his hand: "Didn't you hear what the doctor just said? Don't you want your arm anymore?"

"I made sure not to use my right arm, so my left arm only had superficial injuries, it's nothing serious."

"That won't do! You sit still right now."

Shiyu forced Yuan Qianye to sit down and rest, and took over his work, wiping the floor clean again and again with tissues.

After the living room was mostly tidied up, Shi Yu spoke stiffly to Yuan Qianye again: "Come with me."

Knowing that he was indeed not going to die or be disabled, Shi Yu's previous complex emotions—a mixture of anxiety, anger, worry, heartache, and knowing about his romantic entanglements—surfaced again, and her tone naturally became harsh.

Yuan Qianye took in Shi Yu's series of reactions. Seeing that she was still angry, yet still took care of him in every little detail and worried about him, his heart melted. He had no intention of disobeying her at all, and obediently stood up and followed her to the bathroom.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, he sat on a stool as Shiyu instructed, allowing her to help him wipe his body.

As she wiped him clean, watching the bloodstains on his body stick to the clean white towel when they got wet, and how each wash made the water in the basin murky, Shi Yu's eyes unconsciously began to redden and her nose started to sting.

Yuan Qianye keenly sensed her emotions and gently comforted her, "Shiyu, the professional doctors have said that I'm in good health and this little injury is nothing to me."

"Who cares about any of that? You bastard, I hope you get killed! I just don't want Saeko to become a murderer because of you!" She spoke so harshly, but her movements were as gentle as could be, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

"Stand up," Shi Yu commanded again, her face stern.

Previously, Yuan Qianye's shoulder wound had caused a lot of bleeding. The blood not only soaked through his shirt, but some of it also flowed down his body. Therefore, there were obvious bloodstains on the waist and legs of his pajama pants, which he had to take off to clean.

Yuan Qianye obediently did as she was told, and asked her to help him take off his pants and underwear.

Shiyu changed the water in the basin and continued to wet the towel as before, gently wiping him clean.

"...!"

At this moment, Yuan Qianye looked at Shiyu squatting in front of him with such seriousness and focus.

With her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes cast small shadows under the bathroom light. Her cheeks were flushed with a touching blush from her earlier crying and current shyness, and even the tip of her nose was covered with tiny beads of sweat from her busy work...

She gave him an indescribable impact.

In this situation, coupled with the fact that his interest had been abruptly interrupted by an accident while Saeko had guided him halfway through in the bedroom... now, with Utaha serving him so close by, and stimulated by her angry yet even more pronounced appearance, he was extremely inappropriate and made a comeback!

"—!"

Shiyu's chin was suddenly pressed against something.

Then, feeling the hot, heavy thumping that connected to the frequency of his heart, Shi Yu's movements suddenly froze.

A moment later, she almost gritted her teeth and slowly raised her head.

“Um, Shiyu, this really isn’t my fault…” Yuan Qianye tried to explain.

"Is it my fault?" Shi Yu glared at him!

Strictly speaking, it is indeed your responsibility...

This is the truth that Qianye dared not speak.