Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

“…Okay.” Ye Wangchuan suppressed all his emotions, and with a gloomy expression, he took out a clean towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Qiao Nian didn’t have so much time to pay attention to the small details. She took a deep breath, held her pain and stood up.

“Let’s get started.”

…

The apartment was transparent from north to south, and the light was very good. Ye Wangchuan still turned on all the lights in the room to facilitate her operation.

The girl’s face was pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She clenched her teeth, and her eyes revealed determination and perseverance.

With trembling hands, she picked up a sharp knife and tweezers and placed them on the cloth that had been sterilized by fire. She took a deep breath and untied the bandage wrapped around the wound. The bloody wound appeared in front of her again, and blood was still oozing out.

“Alcohol.”

Ye Wangchuan took out a glass bottle from the medicine box and handed it over. Qiao Nian’s hand trembled slightly, but she did not retreat at all. She bit off the bottle cap and poured the disinfectant alcohol directly on the wound.

"Hiss." The pain came like a tide, and she almost fainted, but she held on and gently cut the skin around the wound with a knife.

"Tweezers."

The next second, the cold tweezers appeared in her hand.

Qiao Nian couldn't pay attention to his reaction, holding her breath and concentrating to carefully probe the wound with tweezers. Start looking for the damn bullet.

The process was like being tortured in hell, and every touch brought piercing pain. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, but she never cried out in pain.

Finally, the tweezers touched a hard object, which was a bullet.

Qiao Nian held the tweezers tightly, and used all her strength to slowly clamp the bullet out. As the bullet was taken out, a stream of blood gushed out, and she quickly pressed the wound tightly with the prepared gauze.

At this moment, Qiao Nian seemed to have exhausted all her strength, collapsed on the ground, and gasped heavily. But she knew that this was only a temporary relief, and she had to bandage the wound next.

"Let me rest for a while."

She leaned weakly on the sofa, the pain from the bullet just removed still spreading in her body. She panted slightly and tried to support herself.

Ye Wangchuan had already picked up the clean gauze and disinfectant that had been prepared long ago: "I'll do it, you bear with it."

"Come on." Qiao Nian nodded weakly, leaned back there without any objection, and closed his eyes.

Ye Wangchuan bit open the bottle cap of the disinfectant with his teeth and carefully poured the disinfectant on the wound. The disinfectant stimulated the wound, bringing a stinging pain. The girl with closed eyes on the sofa couldn't help but gasp, but still endured it without making a sound.

Then, he picked up a piece of gauze and gently covered the wound. He cleaned the torn wound again, and wrapped the gauze in circles with trembling hands. It took a lot of effort to wrap each circle, because every time Qiao Nian frowned, it was like kneading and loosening his heart, and the pain of the wound made his movements particularly difficult.

Ye Shaoqiang, who was omnipotent in Beijing and could not change his expression even when facing a mountain collapse, was trying to bandage someone's wound. In his nervousness, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again and rolled down his cheeks.

Finally, his protruding Adam's apple rolled: "It's done."

Qiao Nian collapsed on the sofa, without the strength to move a finger, and said hoarsely: "Give me a bottle of water, thank you."

"Sit here and wait for me."

Ye Wangchuan not only brought her water, but also helped to unscrew the bottle cap. When Qiao Nian stood up to take it, he handed over the anti-inflammatory antibiotics: "Take two tablets." (End of this chapter)