Pei Tingyu was exposed on Crescent Island earlier, and was stabbed by the enemy's saber when he was fighting with dozens of S soldiers.
He simply treated the wound himself and stopped the bleeding.
But perhaps the emotions just now affected the contraction of blood vessels, and after the wound burst open, blood gushed out again.
Si Yang frowned and pressed him down on the seat. When he was about to unbutton his coat, Pei Tingyu grabbed his hand.
Si Yang sneered and teased, "Why? Captain Pei, are you afraid that I might do something bad?"
Pei Tingyu lowered his eyes and stared at her closely. The deep look in his eyes was ambiguous, but he loosened his grip.
Si Yang unbuttoned his clothes and lifted up the bloodstained sweater and underwear. He saw that the gauze bandaged on his left abdomen was completely stained red.
Si Yang frowned and reached out to untie the knot on his gauze.
Her hands were a little cold, and her knuckles touched his skin again and again. He looked down from the top of her head and could only see her long eyelashes and the tip of her straight nose.
Her breath sprayed on his abdomen, releasing a gentle coolness, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
Si Yang ignored the gaze above his head and concentrated on untying the blood-stained gauze. He then leaned almost completely against his chest as if hugging him, and used both hands to remove the wrapped gauze in circles.
Soon, a bloody knife wound was revealed.
"Why don't you sew up such a big wound?" Si Yang sat back in his seat, looked up and gave him a reproachful look.
Pei Tingyu's complicated eyes softened a bit. "It's okay, it's not a big problem."
Si Yang glanced at him and said in an unhappy tone, "I'll sew it up for you. Wounds won't heal easily in this kind of weather. Are you planning to return to the battlefield like this?"
Pei Tingyu lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you sew?"
Si Yang raised his eyes and gave him a death stare. "What pattern do you want to sew?"
Pei Tingyu's Adam's apple rolled. "Just be normal."
Si Yang ignored him and reached into his pocket to pull out a palm-sized suture kit, then took out iodine disinfectant and a bundle of gauze, followed by a syringe and local anesthetic.
When Pei Tingyu saw that she kept taking out the things, his expression became extremely interesting.
Looking at the pile of medical supplies placed on the windshield, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
What kind of pocket is that? How can it hold so much?
Si Yang used a cotton ball dipped in iodine to clean the blood stains and disinfected the area at the same time.
After she cleaned the blood around his wound, she noticed that he had eight perfect abdominal muscles.
The lean waist has clear lines and the muscles are firm and compact. Unlike the muscular men in the gym, he does not look abrupt and stiff, but has a natural and strong look.
Si Yang curled his lips in satisfaction, and when he shifted his gaze to inject him with anesthetic, he found that the medicine bottle was missing.
When she looked up, she found that the small bottle of medicine was in Pei Tingyu's hand.
He repeatedly confirmed the production date on the medicine bottle, his heart in a mess.
Could it be that she is really from a hundred years later?
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