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Ye Ruan looked at him, a kind and innocent smile curving her lips, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll give you this chance. Go inside and get me a private room now."
As she spoke, one hand was already on Zhuo Shenyu's shoulder.
Zhuo Shenyu winced in pain, unconsciously baring his teeth. What did this woman eat to grow up so strong?
Even though he hadn't trained before, he still worked out and lifted weights regularly to maintain his physique. Under her guidance, he actually felt like a little chick.
No wonder Red Hair and his gang were no match for her that day.
He had been trying to curry favor with Ye Ruan, but now he was forced to do her a favor.
Only then did Zhuo Shenyu look at the man next to Ye Ruan, who was dressed in black and seemed to blend into the night. He hadn't noticed the man because his attention was on Ye Ruan.
Now that he noticed the man, he felt a chill run down his spine. The aura emanating from the man was truly terrifying; his murderous aura was like that of the King of Hell from hell.
The last man he found so terrifying was Gu Chen!
Then I saw the sticky bloodstains on the ground, and the man's body, which was almost completely soaked in blood, yet still stood tall.
Zhuo Shenyu swallowed subconsciously and said, "Ms. Ye, if your friend goes to a KTV in her current condition and is seen by others, it might attract the police."
I have a small, vacant house nearby. How about I take you there?
"Let's go!" Before Ye Ruan could speak, the man had already made his decision.
Zhuo Shenyu's house is in a high-end residential area not far from Peking University. He calls it a small house, but it is actually a large single-level apartment of more than 200 square meters.
The man was so weak upon entering the house that he almost collapsed.
But just a moment later, he overcame the dizziness caused by blood loss, sat down on the leather sofa, and placed the Desert Eagle in his hand within easy reach.
He then began to examine his injuries.
He was shot in the shoulder blade and in the left calf. In addition to the two gunshot wounds, he also had many scars from close combat.
In particular, there was a long cut on his back from a military knife. Fortunately, the wound was not deep; if it had been deeper, it could have been fatal.
The man looked up at Zhuo Shenyu. His face was wheat-colored with well-defined features, and his dark eyes were devoid of any emotion. "Do you have a first-aid kit?"
When Zhuo Shenyu saw the wounds on the man's body, his already weak legs almost gave way and he collapsed. Now, when he heard the man ask him a question, he quickly swallowed and nodded emphatically, "Yes, yes, yes...!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly went to find the first-aid kit.
A pampered young master like him naturally wouldn't remember where the first-aid kits were in every house, so after searching for a while, he finally found the kit and nervously presented it to the man, saying, "Here you go, the first-aid kit you requested."
After taking the first-aid kit, the man took out the medical supplies he could use one by one and placed them on the coffee table. Finally, he took out a military-grade knife from his waist and began to spray it with alcohol for disinfection.
At this moment, Ye Ruan handed over a scalpel, saying, "Use this."
The man looked deeply at the scalpel, then at her, and took it.
Immediately afterwards, the man disinfected the scalpel and made a cross-shaped incision on the gunshot wound. Ye Ruan handed him a pair of sterilized tweezers at the right moment. This time, the man took them without hesitation and used them to remove the bullet that was still inside his body.
Then, without a trace of expression on his face, he stopped the bleeding, disinfected, and bandaged the wound.
The entire movement was so fluid that it was as if it weren't his own body at all.
Ye Ruan watched from the side without reacting, since these skills were just basic operations during their training.
But Zhuo Shenyu felt uncomfortable watching from the side. He thought the man was terrifying, and looking at the bloody mess of the man's leg wound, he felt a wave of nausea.
After the man treated all the wounds on his body that he could manage himself, he looked at Ye Ruan with his deep eyes and said, "Little girl, thank you for your help with the wound on my back."
Ye Ruan took the scalpel back from his hand, held it, and looked at the man. "Aren't you afraid I'll slit your throat when you're not looking?"
Although the man's face remained expressionless as he treated his wound, he was still a human being, not a machine incapable of feeling pain. Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead due to the pain.
Hearing Ye Ruan's words, he looked up at her and said firmly, "You won't!"
Ye Ruan raised an eyebrow slightly, and then, in one swift motion, threw another blood-stained bullet into the living room trash can.
Then, without any expression on her face, Ye Ruan stopped the bleeding, disinfected and bandaged the man, and also stitched up the long knife wound on his back.
As Ye Ruan stitched up the wound on his back, the man finally spoke again, asking, "Do you carry surgical sutures with you?"
"Hmm!" Ye Ruan responded calmly, without offering any further explanation.
"Are you a doctor?"
"No!" Ye Ruan replied while stitching up the man's wound, "It's a hobby."
The man didn't speak again. After Ye Ruan finished treating his wounds, he leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and took a nap. It was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or not.
Ye Ruan couldn't understand what the man meant anyway, so she sat in the corner of the sofa furthest from him and closed her eyes to rest.
In the entire house, only Zhuo Shenyu, the owner of the house, stood helplessly in the living room, so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
He now seriously doubted whether he had been out of his mind before, that he had been so foolish as to have made a move on Ye Ruan even though he knew she was skilled enough to take down more than a dozen of them, including Red Hair.
The two people in his house now are a ruthless man who can remove a bullet from himself without anesthesia and doesn't even blink, and a ruthless man who can stab others cleanly and decisively. He doesn't even know if he can leave this house alive.
Perhaps he should consider when his body would be discovered if he were murdered in this house.
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