Chapter 5777： bandage her wound

"...Okay." Ye Wangchuan suppressed all his emotions, and with a confused look, he took out a clean towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

 Qiao Nian didn't pay much attention to the small details. She took a deep breath and stood up holding the pain.

 “Let’s get started.”

 …

The apartment is transparent from north to south and has excellent light. 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 fire-sterilized cloth next to them. Taking a deep breath and untying the bandage around the wound, the **** wound appeared before his eyes again, with blood still seeping out.

"Alcohol."

Ye Wangchuan took out the glass bottle from the medicine box and handed it over. Qiao Nian's hands were shaking slightly, but she did not flinch at all. She bit off the bottle cap and poured the disinfectant alcohol directly onto the wound.

“Hiss.” The pain came over her like a tide, and she almost fainted, but she held on and used a knife to gently cut open the skin around the wound.

 “Tweezers.”

 The next second, cold tweezers appeared in her hands.

Qiao Nian couldn't tell his reaction. She held her breath and carefully inserted the tweezers into the wound. Start looking for that **** bullet.

 The process was like suffering in hell, and every touch brought heartbreaking 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 pull out the bullet. As the bullet was taken out, a stream of blood spurted out, and she quickly pressed the wound tightly with the gauze she had prepared.

At this moment, Qiao Nian seemed to have exhausted all her strength and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. But she knew that this was only temporary relief, and she would have to bandage the wound next.

 “Let me take a break.”

 She leaned weakly on the sofa, the pain from having just taken out the bullet still spreading throughout her body. She panted slightly, trying to hold herself up.

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

"Come on." Qiao Nian nodded weakly, leaned back indifferently, and closed her eyes.

Ye Wangchuan bit open the cap of the disinfectant bottle with his teeth and carefully poured the potion onto the wound. The potion stimulated the wound, causing a stinging pain. The girl with her eyes closed on the sofa couldn't help but gasp, but she still suppressed the sound.

 Then, he picked up a piece of gauze and gently covered the wound. He cleaned the torn wound again, and wrapped the gauze around with trembling hands. Every time he wrapped it around, it took a lot of effort, because every time Qiao Nian frowned, it was like his heart was broken. Wrinkling and loosening, the pain from the wound made his movements particularly difficult.

Ye Shaojian, who was omnipotent in the capital and could not change color even in the face of a mountain collapse, was nervous to bandage a wound for someone. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead again and rolled down his cheeks.

 Finally, his bulging Adam's apple rolled: "Okay."

 Qiao Niantuo collapsed on the sofa, unable to even 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. While Qiao Nian stood up to take it, he handed over the anti-inflammatory antibiotics: "Take two tablets." (End of Chapter)