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Yeh Hsiao-Nuo walked over to Chen Haoxuan and reached out to support him. It seemed that Chen Haoxuan's body had suddenly lost all its strength; if it weren't for Yeh Hsiao-Nuo holding him up, he would have certainly collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, are you trying to take advantage of me on purpose?" Yeh Hsiao-Nuo scolded Chen Haoxuan.
Chen Haoxuan weakly replied, "I've been shot multiple times. It's already impressive that I can hold on this long. Hurry and help me inside, then use a cloth with some water to clean up the blood at the door, and sprinkle some dust over it afterward."
"You seem quite professional. Looks like you're familiar with this kind of thing," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo remarked. After saying that, she effortlessly hoisted Chen Haoxuan onto her shoulder.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo carried Chen Haoxuan into the house and placed him on the sofa. Then she went to the bathroom and brought a bucket of water to the villa's entrance. Using a slightly damp towel, she quickly wiped away the bloodstains on the floor, which weren't too extensive. As she left, she remembered to sprinkle some dust over the area she had cleaned.
Returning to the villa, she saw that Chen Haoxuan had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. She approached him and called out, "Hey, are you dead yet?"
"Not so fast. Do you have any medical clamps, a sharp knife, a sponge, or antiseptic?" Chen Haoxuan weakly replied without opening his eyes.
"I have all of those. Just wait a moment; I'll get them for you," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo said, her expression natural, indicating that she was not just any ordinary Boss Lady.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo was involved in the underworld and could be attacked at any time, so people like her always kept a first aid kit at home for emergencies.
She quickly retrieved a first aid kit and placed it on the table next to Chen Haoxuan. "The first aid kit is here. Do you want to do it yourself or should I help?"
"Bring me some ice cubes," Chen Haoxuan weakly requested. He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he knew that if he fell asleep now, there was a high chance he wouldn't wake up again. That's why he asked Yeh Hsiao-Nuo to get him ice cubes; he hoped the cold would stimulate his nerves and keep him awake.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo understood what Chen Haoxuan was trying to do! She jogged over to the refrigerator and brought a box of ice cubes in front of Chen Haoxuan. "I've got the ice cubes."
Chen Haoxuan half-opened his eyes and slowly reached for a piece of ice, placing it in his mouth. The cold sensation invigorated him, and he seriously asked Yeh Hsiao-Nuo, "I just heard you say whether I should do it myself or if you would help. Do you know how to treat injuries?"
"I don't know much about medicine, but I can handle gunshot wounds and knife wounds to some extent because I have experience in this field," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo replied calmly.
Hearing that Yeh Hsiao-Nuo had experience in the underworld reassured Chen Haoxuan. If she were an ordinary person, she would likely call the police out of fear of getting involved. However, people from the underworld were different; their loyalty was strong, and as long as the benefits were sufficient, they would do anything, even calling someone "dad."
"Then I’ll trouble you. Once my injuries are healed, I will pay you one million Renminbi as a reward," Chen Haoxuan said lightly.
"Deal," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo replied happily. One million Renminbi was equivalent to the entire income of their Qingye Gang for a month. Earning that much just by saving someone made her feel like she had struck gold. Perhaps due to the cuts on Chen Haoxuan's face from the glass, Yeh Hsiao-Nuo did not recognize him. If she had known that the person she was saving was Chen Haoxuan, she would have surely demanded an exorbitant price—definitely over a hundred million.
To better treat Chen Haoxuan's injuries, Yeh Hsiao-Nuo laid him on the ground and began cutting away his clothes with scissors, piece by piece. She noticed that he was wrapped in many strips of cloth, all stained red. "No wonder there aren't many bloodstains on the ground; with so many cloth strips wrapped around him, any blood that flows out would be absorbed."
After cutting off all of Chen Haoxuan's clothes and pants, Yeh Hsiao-Nuo used a towel to wipe away the blood on his body. With each wound she cleaned, she bandaged it with gauze. Her plan was to bandage all of Chen Haoxuan's wounds first before treating them one by one.
She discovered something astonishing: Chen Haoxuan had been shot twelve times. Although most of the wounds were not in critical areas, surviving such extensive gunfire and managing to escape from pursuers was beyond human limits.
Once she finished bandaging Chen Haoxuan's wounds, Yeh Hsiao-Nuo said, "I'm going to give you anesthesia now!"
"Don't! I'm too injured right now; if you give me anesthesia, I might just fall asleep immediately," Chen Haoxuan quickly protested.
"You have so many gunshot wounds; if you don't use anesthesia, you'll be in so much pain that you could die from it," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo warned anxiously. She wasn't worried about Chen Haoxuan's life per se; rather, she was concerned that if he died, her one million would go down the drain.
"If I use anesthesia, I might have no chance of survival at all. But if I don't use it and my willpower is strong enough to endure the pain, I won't die. Just go ahead! I can handle it," Chen Haoxuan insisted.
"Alright! I'll try to be more careful." Yeh Hsiao-Nuo admired Chen Haoxuan's fearless spirit. She thought that if she managed to save Chen Haoxuan, she would invite him to join their Qingye Gang.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo handed a roll of bandage to Chen Haoxuan, who immediately bit down on it without hesitation.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo began treating Chen Haoxuan. She first used a special solution for cleaning wounds, carefully washing the injury on his head. Her scalp tingled a bit as she cleaned it, revealing Chen Haoxuan's skull beneath. After cleaning, she shaved the hair around the edges of the wound with a small knife and then stitched up the injury with needle and thread.
Yeh Hsiao-Nuo found it strange that despite having treated Chen Haoxuan's head wound, he hadn't made a sound throughout the process. She wondered if he had passed out or was simply enduring the pain.
Bending over and tilting her head to look at Chen Haoxuan, she noticed his eyes were wide open and cold sweat was continuously beading on his forehead. "Can you hold on?" Yeh Hsiao-Nuo asked worriedly.
Chen Haoxuan blinked, indicating that he was fine.
"What kind of person is he? Not even a whimper while I stitch up his head. Well, never mind; I'll just focus on getting him fixed up first," Yeh Hsiao-Nuo thought to herself.
She continued treating each of Chen Haoxuan's wounds, extracting bullets from his body. With twelve wounds plus facial injuries, it took Yeh Hsiao-Nuo over an hour to finish. Seeing that Chen Haoxuan still had his eyes open, she sighed in relief, knowing that his life had been saved.
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