Chu Lingzhi sensed the murderous aura emanating from him.
She looked up at him, his sinister expression extremely frightening.
But she wasn't afraid at all—in fact, she felt a bit grateful toward him.
When he rushed up to open the car door earlier, he could have gotten in first, and then his arm wouldn't have been shot.
But he didn't; he let her go first.
If she hadn't gotten in before him, she would have been the one injured.
When she fell from the horse earlier, he could have abandoned her and run faster.
But he didn't. Even when she stumbled, he didn't leave her behind.
Those assassins were after him; if he'd left her, they might not have killed her.
In such a critical moment, he still thought about keeping her safe.
His blood seeped through the gaps between her fingers.
Watching him bleed, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain. "You could have gotten in the car first just now."
"I can't let my woman get hurt," Nangong Yehen said coldly.
Her performance today had truly surprised him.
On the horse, she remained so composed, and while he was pulling her along, she didn't forget to shoot at the enemies for him.
Nangong Yehen looked at her deeply. "What kind of woman are you, really?"
Chu Lingzhi thought he meant she hadn't run fast enough and had caused him to get injured, and her heart sank. "You could have just left me behind back there."
"I told you, I won't let my woman get hurt!" Nangong Yehen's face turned completely dark.
"..." Chu Lingzhi's heart sank even further, mixed with a trace of emotion.
"Back to the estate!" Nangong Yehen said coldly to Huoluan.
"Yes!"
"Why aren't we going to the hospital?" Chu Lingzhi was stunned. She looked at Huoluan. "Huoluan, go to the hospital!"
Suddenly, she noticed blood on Huoluan's back and was shocked. "Huoluan, you're injured too?"
Nangong Yehen's gaze turned even colder.
Huoluan was wearing a black suit, and the black jacket had a hole in it, making the blood less noticeable.
Chu Lingzhi had only been worried about Nangong Yehen's injury and hadn't noticed that Huoluan, who was driving, was also hurt.
"It's a minor wound," Huoluan said, his tone still energetic.
"Minor or major, it's still a gunshot wound—the bullet needs to be removed," Chu Lingzhi said urgently, then looked at Nangong Yehen. "Master Nangong, you need to get to the hospital as soon as possible!"
They were both bleeding a lot; they needed to go to the hospital to get the bullets out and stop the bleeding.
"If the enemy follows us to the hospital, innocent people could get hurt. Back to the estate!"
"But your injuries..."
"We'll have you handle our wounds!"
...
Back at the estate, Chu Lingzhi didn't waste any time and immediately began treating Nangong Yehen's wound.
In a bedroom on the first floor, Huoluan brought in a toolbox containing various surgical instruments, as well as various止血药 and painkillers, gauze, disinfectant, and more.
Seeing this toolbox, Chu Lingzhi was slightly surprised.
Having such things at home—was it a precaution, ready to be used at any moment?
She quickly laid out forceps, gauze, disinfectant, and止血 powder.
She took out a syringe, and Nangong Yehen, seeing it, said in a low voice, "No anesthesia."
"It will hurt a lot," Chu Lingzhi said, looking at him.
"Take the bullet out now!" the man commanded.
He could endure this kind of pain; he wanted to feel it clearly so he could take revenge on the enemy.
Chu Lingzhi hesitated no longer. She came over and took off Nangong Yehen's shirt, revealing his solid, muscular upper body.
The servant assisting nearby couldn't help but brighten her eyes at the sight of such an enticing physique.