When was he injured?

Why didn't I notice anything?

He acted as if nothing had happened the whole way, without uttering a single word!

The same applies now.

"You won't die," he said calmly, releasing me.

"Hurry to the hospital!" I yelled at him anxiously, tears streaming down my face again.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at me. "Miss, are we on the run? Going to the hospital? Are we going to our deaths?"

He looked at me like I was stupid.

Fu Ren came in from outside at this moment. When he saw me, he looked at me with hostility, and then looked at Fu Yanshen indifferently.

"Fu Ren, he's been shot! You need to find a way to get him to the hospital!" I shouted to him for help.

He wears a hearing aid in his ear, so he should be able to hear.

He was visibly startled, his eyes filled with undisguised concern as he looked at Fu Yanshen sitting on the sofa, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He used sign language to ask him.

"Shrapnel." Fu Yanshen said in a nonchalant tone.

Fu Ren also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems the injury wasn't serious.

Shrapnel should simply be fragments ejected from an object after a bullet has struck it.

But when I saw Fu Ren helping him remove the shrapnel, I still felt a sharp pain, like my heart was being torn apart.

There was no anesthetic and no sterile environment.

An old-fashioned electric light bulb, with moths fluttering around its dusty surface.

Fu Yanshen sat shirtless in a chair. Below his right shoulder on his back, there was a brownish-red wound that was swollen quite high.

He had a towel in his mouth.

Fu Ren used a dagger that had been heated over an alcohol lamp to remove the shrapnel.

The man bit down hard on the towel, veins bulging on his forehead, the back of his hands, and his arms, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. I gripped the door frame tightly in pain.

He remained silent.

Shrapnel landed in the tray with a "thud," and Fu Ren opened a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and splashed it onto the wound on his back, making a "hissing" sound.

I clenched my teeth tightly.

If he had been shot tonight, he would be dead already.

Fortunately, it was just a shrapnel fragment.

Through my blurry vision, Fu Yanshen took off the towel and looked at me.

He was clearly taken aback.

I blinked away my tears and met his deep, dark eyes. He looked at me, lost in thought, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Seeing how heartbroken and sad I was for him, he must have been touched, right?

I couldn't help but walk towards him.

"Go take a shower, you're filthy."

Before I even got close to him, he glanced at me and said with disdain.

I:"……"

I was absolutely filthy. The mud on my feet had almost dried into clumps, and I smelled terrible.

The wet hair, like spoiled seaweed, was sticky and smelled bad.

His face was red and swollen, and the slap mark from Shi Xia had not yet faded.

Forget about him, I despise myself.

The bathroom was small, and the toilet and washbasin were covered with thick limescale and had a strong musty smell.

I gritted my teeth and turned on the shower to take a shower.

Looking back on tonight's events, it still feels like a nightmare, unreal.

I was actually kidnapped and brought to northern Myanmar.

This is a living hell that only appears in various online media.

Everything before my eyes was real and clear.

The warm water washed away the dirt on my body, and my feet returned to their whiteness. The red marks on my ankles from where I had been bound by ropes were also clearly visible.

The sound of gunfire still echoes in my mind, rising and falling.

The thought of Fu Yanshen being injured still makes my heart pound, and I feel lingering fear.

There was a towel hanging on the washstand; it smelled musty, and I thought it was dirty.

Just then, the frosted sliding door was pulled open from the outside. I was so startled that I covered my chest. When I saw it was Fu Yanshen, I didn't know where to put my hands.

Feeling awkward and hesitant.

A mocking smile played on his lips as he tossed me a bath towel.

"It's been disinfected."

The bath towel fell on my head, emitting a pungent ozone smell.

I wrapped myself in it with peace of mind.

This awful place, I'm really afraid the air is full of germs and viruses.

Fu Yanshen walked in at this moment, his tall figure immediately making the bathroom space feel even more cramped.

He was wearing jeans, his upper body completely naked, his muscular, abs, and V-line, brimming with sexual tension, were all exposed to my view.

The air suddenly became hot and dry, and I couldn't help but swallow.

"Was it touched? Is it dirty?"

He walked up to me and asked in a deep, magnetic voice.

A smirk played on the man's lips.

He's acting like he's treating me like a toy, saving me only because he doesn't want me to be defiled by other men.

If it were before, I definitely would have believed it.

Tonight, he used his own body as a human shield to protect me the whole time, didn't he?

Would anyone be foolish enough to risk their life to protect a toy?

Besides, he's not my bodyguard anymore.

I glared at him resentfully, tears welling up in my eyes. I saw his face darken and his eyes turn cold.

"Was she really touched?"

He asked in a cold voice, looking like he was about to kill someone.

"No!"

I cried as I argued back, raising my hand to hit his chest several times with both hands, then I stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck.

That jerk, he clearly cares about me, but he pretends not to.

Thinking back to my past life, he caused my family to be destroyed and my life to end. I feel heartbroken and confused, not knowing how to treat him in this life.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you crying?"

He rubbed the back of my head and said calmly.

It was like a reassurance.

I looked up and passionately kissed his thin lips, which were pale from blood loss.

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