When she touched the man's arm, where the wound was a horrifying mess of flesh and blood, a shiver ran through her heart.
From the wound, she could tell the gun was extremely powerful. Blood kept flowing nonstop.
The crimson blood slid down his arm, forming a strange and alluring kind of beauty.
Chu Lingzhi picked up a sharp little blade and made a cut across the bloody, mangled wound.
Then she took a pair of forceps and, without so much as a blink, pushed them in along the wound.
Nangong Yehen lay on the soft recliner, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on the ceiling. When the blade sliced into his flesh and the forceps entered, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.
Chu Lingzhi glanced at him. His cold, hard, and refined features showed not a trace of pain.
She couldn't help but admire his endurance.
Chu Lingzhi's technique was somewhat different from that of a seasoned surgeon in a hospital.
Whether it was the way she wielded the knife or her method of extracting the bullet, though a bit unpracticed, it wasn't clumsy. The clean forceps went in, and came out stained with red blood.
Clang!
The bullet, covered in blood, was dropped into the tray beside her, producing a crisp yet unsettling sound.
"Gauze." Chu Lingzhi held out her hand.
The maid, trembling, handed over the gauze that had been prepared in advance.
Chu Lingzhi used the gauze to wipe away the blood around the wound, then disinfected it, applied hemostatic powder, and finally bandaged it—
Nangong Yehen turned his head and glanced at the bandaged wound. His indifferent gaze made it seem as if the wound belonged to someone else, not himself.
Chu Lingzhi let out a sigh of relief. "Luckily, it didn't hit the bone."
After finishing treating Nangong Yehen's wound, Chu Lingzhi quickly shifted her focus.
She had to tend to Huoluan, who was lying on the bed waiting.
Huoluan had been shot in the back, and his injuries were more severe.
Even now, blood was still flowing without stop.
He had already taken off his jacket, and his light blue shirt underneath was nearly soaked through with blood.
The white sheets on the bed were also stained with blood.
When he had been rescuing Nangong Yehen earlier, he hadn't dared to relax.
Now that they were back at the estate, lying here, his face was pale, and a faint trace of weakness showed between his brows.
Chu Lingzhi used scissors to cut a hole in his shirt.
When she saw his wound, she couldn't help but gasp.
It wasn't just one wound, but two close together.
Chu Lingzhi gasped, and the maid was even more horrified, her face turning pale with fear.
She shot a resentful glance at Chu Lingzhi. With so many servants in the estate, why did she have to be called in to assist?
She was definitely going to have nightmares tonight, and she wouldn't be able to eat anything later.
But when she caught sight of Nangong Yehen lying on the recliner, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chu Lingzhi, her resentment lessened a bit, and her eyes brightened again.
With no clothing in the way, Chu Lingzhi could more easily treat Huoluan's wound.
"Miss Chu, no anesthesia."
"Your wound is quite serious." Chu Lingzhi looked at him deeply.
"This pain is nothing." His voice was calm, showing no sign of weakness, not sounding like it came from someone severely injured.
"Alright." Chu Lingzhi understood. Gunshot wounds like this—they must have endured them countless times. They were probably used to this kind of pain.
Extracting the bullet from Huoluan was much more difficult than from Nangong Yehen.
After confirming that the lungs weren't affected, Chu Lingzhi began to work.
Her expression was serious, focused, and grave. Every step she took was done with extreme care.
Nangong Yehen lay on the soft recliner, his cold, deep eyes fixed on her.
Her concentration once again felt like something gently striking his heart.