The car sped into the mansion, and the butler and servants who had received the news came to greet them, standing in two neat rows in front of the steps, with concerned and nervous expressions. At the same time, the German doctor specially hired by the mansion came hurriedly, holding a suitcase tightly in his hand, and the medical instruments in the suitcase collided with each other, making a crisp and rapid sound.
The German doctor skillfully put on gloves, picked up an iodine cotton ball with tweezers, and wiped the wound on Xie Yun's arm. Wherever the cotton ball passed, a string of fine blood foam was brought up. The shocking penetrating wound was about seven centimeters deep, piercing the biceps brachii at an angle and mercilessly, and caused a second tear when the blade was pulled out. However, Xie Yun only had a little cold sweat on his forehead, and his breathing frequency was still steady, without any disorder. For him who had experienced many battles, this degree of injury was indeed not enough to move him.
"The blade missed the brachial artery by half an inch." The doctor said as he treated the wound attentively. He raised the glass syringe, and the needle flashed a cold luster in the dim light. "Young Marshal is lucky. If it was two centimeters off..."
Before he could finish his words, the doctor caught a glimpse of Xie Yun's worried look and kept silent subconsciously. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zheng Wanqing standing quietly beside the carved screen. The hem of her moon-white skirt was stained with blood that had solidified into a dark brown color.
The doctor pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and showed Zheng Wanqing an approving look: "Young Madam's emergency treatment was very professional, and the tourniquet was placed in the right position. The young commander only needs to change the dressing on time and pay more attention to recuperation, and he will be fine."
Zheng Wanqing's tense heartstrings finally relaxed a little. Her eyes were full of gratitude. She looked at the doctor sincerely and said softly, "Thank you, doctor. I'm really sorry to bother you this time."
The corners of Xie Yun's lips curled up slightly, knowing in his heart that Zheng Wanqing must have learned all this first aid knowledge from her brother.
After everyone left in an orderly manner, the bedroom gradually became quiet. The soft light sprinkled lightly on the two of them, reflecting their figures leaning on each other.
Xie Yun used his uninjured left hand to hook her little finger: "I should repay you for saving my life with my body."
Zheng Wanqing's gaze remained on the bandaged wound on his arm. She reached out to touch the edge of the gauze, but her fingertips retracted just before touching it, as if she was afraid of hurting him.
This cautious action made Xie Yun's heart tremble. "It's a pity that the madam sent me new clothes," he deliberately changed the subject, pointing at the bloodstained suit on the hanger, "I just put it on and it's already..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Wanqing's tears had already fallen on the back of his hand.
Xie Yun panicked immediately, and stroked the red corners of her eyes with his thumb: "It really doesn't hurt. Back then in the Baoding Military Academy..."
"Xie Yumin!" Zheng Wanqing rarely called him by his full name, but her voice was filled with tears, "Can you..."
Before she could finish her words, Xie Yun pulled her into his bloody embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head and felt the person in his arms tremble slightly.
Outside the window came the sound of the night watchman knocking on the gong, it was the third watch.
Xie Yun lowered his head and kissed her wet eyelashes: "Madam, can you give me another suit?"
Zheng Wanqing couldn't help but glance at him silently, feeling angry and distressed, but finally she leaned gently on his shoulder.
"The situation has been complicated recently, with various forces fighting openly and secretly." He mentioned it casually, his fingers entwining a strand of her hair, "I was negligent this time and failed to protect you."
"I'm fine, aren't I?" Zheng Wanqing suddenly looked up, tears still welling up in her eyes, "It's you, on the contrary."
"Didn't the doctor say that I'm really fine?" Xie Yun said, and kissed her on the forehead.
The next day, Zheng Wanqing woke up slowly. She turned sideways lazily and looked subconsciously towards the bedside, only to find that there was no one beside her.
She was slightly startled, then hurriedly stood up, put on a dressing gown, and called out softly to the door: "Where is the young marshal?"
The maid waiting outside the door heard the call and hurried forward, replying respectfully: "Madam, the young commander went to the office early in the morning.
Zheng Wanqing couldn't help but frown when she heard this, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. This man who doesn't know how to cherish himself! He was seriously injured yesterday, and he still doesn't take good care of himself... She thought angrily: Let him go, the body is his anyway.
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