"Actually, it has been dealt with." Ying Mingcheng was straddling the chair and was about to struggle, but Mu Huaixi held his shoulders from behind. A finger slid down along his bulging muscles and pressed accurately on his wound.

"Hmm," Ying Mingcheng gritted his teeth but still let out a muffled groan. He remembered that it was the same last time, when Xiao Xi directly found his waist injury that had not yet healed.

Seeing that he was tense, Mu Huaixi patted his shoulder gently and said, "Relax, from now on I'm the doctor and you're just my patient."

Ying Mingcheng sighed inwardly. She could be the real Dr. Mu, but he couldn't be a patient even if he didn't want to! But just as Xiao Xi said, this wasn't the first time. He swiftly unbuttoned his coat, pulled the collar to pull his sweater in front of him, revealing his powerful back.

He has a good back shape, Mu Huaixi had confirmed it last time. The muscles on his shoulders undulate like mountains, and every muscle on his back is full and powerful. The strong and smooth lines converge at the sturdy waist, forming a perfect inverted triangle, like a sculpture of a Greek god of war. Those rough scars are like medals hanging on his body, showing his vigorous masculine charm.

Mu Huaixi immediately noticed the bandage wrapped messily under the shoulder blade. Most of the gauze on the left side was soaked in blood and stuck firmly to the mountain. No wonder the bandage was so loose and had not fallen off yet.

She gently peeled back the edge, and blood mixed with green and yellow pus immediately dripped down. The edge of the wound was charred black, and it emitted a strong smell of burnt chicken feathers and disinfectant.

"What kind of injury is this?" Mu Huaixi frowned and put the bandage back on. He poured some hot water and wrung out a towel, intending to wet the bandage and soften it before peeling it off.

Ying Mingcheng listened to her bustling about, and after a few moments of silence, he considered his answer, "It was just accidentally burned by the fire, it's nothing serious."

Mu Huaixi covered it with a towel without any hesitation, her anger rising. Last time she counted more than twenty scars of various sizes on the back, the longest one required twenty-six stitches. But when she asked Ying Mingcheng what happened, he said he was hooked by the wire!

Mu Huaixi looked at the scar again. Next to it was the scar she had treated. Now the scab had fallen off, revealing the pink tender flesh.

"This is not a burn." Mu Huaixi saw through his lie as soon as she removed the bandage. The wound was as big as a bowl, as if it had been cut by some sharp object. A whole piece of flesh and blood was gouged out, the edges were black and burnt, and the inside was covered with blisters and pits. The ointment on it was broken and shattered by the large movement, and mixed with the flesh and blood oozing out of the broken wound.

Some of the blisters in the wound had been treated, while others had just burst along with the gauze. Pus and blood flowed down the wound, and it seemed that it was not just a burn.

The more Mu Huaixi looked, the more she felt something was wrong. She suddenly had a bold guess, "Is this a gunshot wound?"

Ying Mingcheng remained silent. He suddenly leaned forward because someone behind him suddenly approached and sniffed the wound. The puppy-like breath hit his skin, causing him to shudder.

Even with the ointment blocking the way, Mu Huaixi could smell the smell of gunpowder. Seeing that the man in front of her remained silent, she poked his protruding shoulder blade angrily and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

"How could this little girl be so clever?" Ying Mingcheng muttered to himself, but could only confess honestly, "It was indeed a burn. I was just careless. I didn't expect the other person to have a small object hidden in her pocket. I dodged it when it hit me and exploded. I just got a little rubbed. It's okay. It wasn't a standard object and wasn't very powerful."

“…”

Mu Huaixi thought about it for a while before realizing that he was talking about the bomb!

It was probably a homemade bomb filled with shrapnel, otherwise how could it be so powerful and leave such scars?

"It's really okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

Mu Huaixi stared at his wound, feeling so angry that her teeth were itching. He just pretended!

How could someone look a bomb in the face and call it a small thing?

You said it doesn't hurt when such a big piece of flesh was cut out of your back?

Mu Huaixi's gaze unconsciously moved to the back of his head. She seemed to have discovered another side of Ying Mingcheng. When they first met, he seemed to be upright and majestic, and he was gentle and considerate along the way. But after getting to know him, she found that he had a temper and "baggage". He seemed to want to be her safe haven and didn't want her to worry at all.

"He is really a two-faced man," Mu Huaixi curled her lips, but these did not make her hate him. There is no perfect person in the world. If you really live with "Great Light", that would be torture!

Mu Huaixi thought again that he had just returned to Hulu Valley and rushed to her side, and went to cause trouble for Cao Aijun with injuries. Although he repeatedly emphasized that this matter had nothing to do with her, who couldn't see that he was afraid that she would be wronged as soon as she arrived, afraid that she would be seen as weak and bullied in the eyes of others, and afraid that her reputation would be ruined by Cao Aijun?

She still doesn't think what she said was wrong, but Cao Aijun keeps staring at her and relying on her. She's afraid that the lies will come true if she keeps repeating them.

Moreover, she always felt that Cao Aijun had not recognized his mistakes as he had said before, and he must be hiding something bad!

Mu Huaixi's heart softened as she thought about it. She carefully cleaned the wound, applied the medicine, and bandaged it carefully. She couldn't help but touch his body during this process. As a doctor, she was naturally calm and at most a little distressed. But Ying Mingcheng had been forbearing. This intermittent touch was as painful as a kitten scratching an itch. It would be better to just punch him!

"alright."

Ying Mingcheng felt relieved and couldn't wait to put on his clothes, but was stopped by Mu Huaixi, "Wait, what's wrong with your arm?"

At first, Ying Mingcheng only pulled the sweater over his head and pulled the sleeves down to half of his arms, holding the clothes in front of him. However, when he was wrapping the bandage, he lifted up both the clothes and his hands, and when he put them down again, the sleeves slipped off, revealing large bruises on his arms and forearms.

Large patches of green bruises were concentrated on the back of his right upper arm, while other places were covered with swollen purple-red bruises. When Mu Huaixi was a child, he saw the most injuries from falls with his grandfather, so he was very familiar with the formation of bruises. This purple-red one was obviously a new one!

The only person who could injure Ying Mingcheng was Cao Aijun, who was "competing" with him!

Mu Huaixi was anxious and angry. She took off all his clothes with a cold face. When she turned to face him, she saw a large red bruise on his left abdominal muscle, and she was about to cry.

Ying Mingcheng was in a panic, trying to grab the clothes and resist, but he could only watch her take away his shirt. He was about to explain a few words, but was frightened by the mist gradually gathering in her eyes, so he quickly closed his eyes and sat up straight.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you."