"Oh my god! Zhou Siyu, what are you doing here?"

"Can't you tell?" Zhou Siyu spat out a mouthful of blood, her voice barely audible. "It's all your fault..."

"Huh? Okay, it's definitely my fault."

Yu Wei scratched his head. It seemed that Brother Tai and his group wanted to take revenge on him, but since they couldn't find anyone, they targeted Zhou Siyu instead.

What a bunch of scoundrels! They don't even understand the principle of "the grievance has its source, the debt has its debtor."

"I'll take you to the hospital..."

"No, we can't go to the hospital." Zhou Siyu shrank back in fear. "I... my brother is looking for me. If he catches me, I'll die..."

"You absolutely need to go to the hospital."

“I’m not going.” Zhou Siyu coughed a few times. “Leave me alone and let me fend for myself.”

"Destroy my ass!" Yu Wei sighed, gently picking him up. "Why are you saying such discouraging things? Do you think I'd let you fend for yourself?"

After saying that, she felt her tone was a bit too harsh and her voice softened, "I'll take you back to treat your wound first, and then find a doctor to come and take a look at you tomorrow."

"No, my brother... is near the hotel... I can't go back..."

"Alright, alright, I'll take you to my house, okay?" Yu Wei muttered under his breath, "So much trouble."

Zhou Siyu rolled her eyes while hiding in Yu Wei's arms. If you hadn't been avoiding me, would I have made such a mess of myself?

Damn, that hurts so much! These little brats really didn't hold back. I hope they don't cripple his leg!

Back in her room, Yu Wei was surprised to find an identical vase on the table, with a few small white flowers in it, as if nothing had changed.

"Sit down for a while, I'll go find you some medicine."

A thousand words stuck in his throat, ultimately turning into a dry, lifeless sentence. Yu Wei felt a tightness in his chest, yet he didn't know how to begin.

Zhou Siyu took off her clothes, revealing shocking scars on her fair skin: bruises, knife wounds, and old marks that looked like she had been whipped.

Yu Wei was stunned for a moment, looking at the wounds all over his body, not knowing where to start.

"I'll do it myself."

Zhou Siyu sighed, realizing she had forgotten to tell them not to kick her back.

"I...I'll help you."

Yu Wei snapped out of her thoughts, sprinkled alcohol on the gauze, and gently wiped the skin around the wound.

"Ouch...it hurts...be gentle..."

"Ouch, be gentle!"

"Don't touch there, gently... gently..."

"Keep your voice down, don't shout!"

"Just bear with it..."

Yu Wei rubbed his forehead. "It's just applying some medicine! I didn't even use much force! Why does it hurt so much?"

"I can do it myself, you're so strong."

Zhou Siyu's eyes were blurry with tears, and she cried so hard that her face was streaked with tears. Yu Wei was taking revenge for personal grudges!

"Don't cry, I'll be gentle." Yu Wei hurriedly wiped away Zhou Siyu's tears, completely forgetting that she still had safflower oil on her hands.

The safflower oil caused Zhou Siyu's tears, which she had managed to hold back, to stream down her face again.

The case is solved! Yu Wei did it on purpose!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't cry."

Yu Wei washed his hands, wet a towel and wiped Zhou Siyu's face, then stared into thought as he looked at the bullet in Zhou Siyu's calf.

Anesthesia is a controlled substance, so it's impossible to get our hands on it. Zhou Siyu is also delicate, so what if she cries from the pain again and we can't soothe her?

Do you have a knife?

Zhou Siyu lowered her eyes. The image of a weak and innocent girl had been established. She needed to add fuel to the fire and establish a character who was weak but resolute, and who was deeply persecuted by her family but was still kind!

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

"The bullet wasn't deep, it can be removed." Zhou Siyu looked up at Yu Wei and repeated, "Do you have a knife?"

Yu Wei was startled by his gaze and took out a small knife to hand to him.

Zhou Siyu took the knife, first disinfected it with alcohol, then asked Yu Wei to find a fire and put the knife on the fire to heat it.

"If you're scared, turn around."

"What's there to be afraid of? We've survived gunfire and explosions..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Wei and Zhou Siyu were both startled and looked up at each other.

Yu Wei was shocked. How could he say something like "a hail of bullets"? He had clearly never experienced it...

Zhou Siyu was stunned. He had reason to suspect that Yu Wei was faking amnesia.

However, now is not the time to pursue this matter. Zhou Siyu bit the towel, pressed the hot knife close to the wound, and endured the pain to remove the bullet.

The scorching hot knife emitted white smoke and made a hissing sound, which made Yu Wei's heart pound with fear.

As soon as the bullet was removed, Zhou Siyu collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted, panting heavily, her face deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat beading on her forehead.

Yu Wei quickly treated his wounds, then silently cleaned up the mess.