Chapter 220 Obedience
This small gesture caused the silver tiger's pupils to widen in shock once again.
Disinfection? Does she know anything about that?
Before he could figure it out, the excruciating pain overwhelmed all his thoughts.
"Pfft—"
That wasn't the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, but the dull thud of a rough bone needle piercing through flesh in a savage and forceful manner.
She warned, "Don't move around. Although my hands don't shake, I can't guarantee you won't move. If you do, it will hurt a lot."
Silver Tiger's muscles instantly tensed like a granite block, veins bulging on his neck, his bulging muscles resembling a coiled, angry dragon. With a "crack," the wooden stick in his mouth was bitten off in half!
pain!
The pain was so intense, it felt like my very soul was leaving my body!
It hurt ten times, a hundred times more than when that giant bear tore my flesh open!
It was a sharp, rough, tearing pain, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his nerves, or as if someone was repeatedly stirring his wound with a blunt knife.
"Um……"
Sweat instantly soaked through the wisps of hair on his forehead, sliding down his angular face and dripping into the dust, spreading into a small dark patch.
He didn't even utter a muffled groan.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't. He used all his willpower to fight the pain that was almost tearing him apart, and to stare at the woman in front of him.
He stared intently at her.
The firelight danced on her face, illuminating her tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling eyelashes. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her face was as pale as the snow piled up at the cave entrance.
Her hands, those soft little hands that he once thought could only be used to pick fruit and stroke cubs, were now as steady as a mountain rock.
The woman noticed his patience and said helplessly, "Just bear with it, it'll be over soon."
One needle, and it pierces through.
Pull the string and tighten it.
The two rolled-up pieces of skin were forcibly pulled together by that rough plant fiber.
Blood beads oozed out along the fiber lines.
Yueqing didn't even look at it, wiped it off with a piece of animal hide, and then did the second stitch.
"Pfft—"
Silver Tiger's body trembled violently once more, his golden pupils were bloodshot, and his expression could no longer be described as mere shock.
That's the look in one's eyes when looking at a miracle or a demon.
He watched as she used a leftover bone and a piece of bacon rope to mend his body, which was hailed as the Tiger Clan's strongest weapon.
Who exactly is this female?
Was she like this before she lost her memory?
No, that's not right.
In the fragmented memories he had, Yueqing, though she was also very opinionated, was more of a soft, vulnerable person who needed to be protected.
This is definitely not the cold-blooded "miracle doctor" in front of me who holds a bone needle in one hand and controls my life and death in the other.
After the initial shock came an overwhelming wave of heartache.
He wasn't feeling sorry for himself, but for her.
"You don't need to worry too much about me, I can handle it."
He noticed that with each needle insertion, his tightly clenched lips would turn even paler.
She wasn't unaware of it; she was simply using a stronger will to suppress the fear and vulnerability that an ordinary female should have.
She forced herself to become a stone, a knife.
What made her become like this?
This heartache quickly fermented and eventually transformed into an unprecedented sense of awe.
A male's awe of a female, a strong man's reverence for another strong man.
Time passed amidst the "plop" sounds and Silver Tiger's suppressed panting.
With the last stitch, Yueqing used a complex technique known only to surgeons to neatly tie a knot, then cut off the excess thread with a flint.
A grotesque, centipede-like suture line lay across Silver Tiger's chest.
Ugly, yet brimming with vitality.
Yueqing let out a long, long breath, as if all her strength had been drained away. She leaned back and slumped to the ground.
She finally raised her head and looked at Silver Tiger.
In those cold eyes, all the ice had shattered, leaving only boundless weariness.
"Alright," she said in a hoarse voice, sounding exhausted, "if you dare to reopen your wound now, I really won't care about you anymore."
Silver Tiger didn't speak.
His golden pupils, almost bursting with bloodshot veins, were fixed on Yueqing, who was slumped on the ground, like a dying beast guarding its last treasure.
The pain was still raging through his body, but a more surging, more intense emotion had already overwhelmed the excruciating agony.
Thank you.
He looked at her, at her sweat-dampened temples, her pale lips, and her eyes that had finally shed all pretense, leaving only weariness.
Then, he moved.
Yueqing mumbled, "Don't mention it. You were protecting both of us just now."
He propped himself up with his uninjured left arm, his muscles bulging and veins standing out, every movement pulling at the gruesome wound on his chest that had just been stitched up.
Fine beads of blood immediately seeped out from the gaps in the plant fibers, staining a small patch of animal hide red.
Yueqing's pupils suddenly contracted. "Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much pain you're in?"
As soon as she finished speaking, that huge body, burning hot with body heat and reeking of blood, pressed down on her.
"Hello!"
She only had time to let out a gasp before a strong, clamp-like arm grabbed her waist.
The world spun around.
The next second, she was lifted off the cold ground by an irresistible force, and heavily, yet with an eerie caution, she was pressed into a hard, hot embrace.
With his only movable left arm, Yin Hu tightly bound her between himself and the cave wall.
The movement was as clumsy as a bear that had just learned to roll in the snow, yet it was also domineering and unreasonable.
Yueqing's cheek was forced against his uninjured left chest, and she could hear his heart pounding like a drum, one beat after another, heavy and powerful, making her eardrums buzz.
Her nostrils were filled with his masculine scent, a mixture of sweat and blood, which aggressively invaded all her senses.
She was completely stunned, like a squirrel snatched back to its nest by an eagle, her bones aching and weak, unable to even muster the strength to struggle.
The system in my brain didn't respond at all; I guess it was because after the reboot, even the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to complain or criticize) function was formatted.
Yueqing sighed resignedly and simply leaned all her weight on Yinhu.
I'm so tired, so very tired.
I was so exhausted, it felt like I had performed three major surgeries in a row in my past life, and then I was chased and beaten for eight blocks by the family members of the medical staff who were causing trouble.
She could even feel the silver tiger's arm around her trembling slightly, whether from pain or something else, she didn't know.
"Don't move."
A man's hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing, came from above her head.
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