An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 141: The tiger fell to the ground and was bullied by the dog

After a brief, quick search along his inner thigh, Chu Yao successfully found the entrance to his trouser pocket. Just as she was about to reach inside, she heard the man's smug tone: "Taking advantage of me?"

Such a joking tone made one want to punch him, but Chu Yao couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Ignoring him completely, he reached straight into his pocket and pulled out a black, solid copper lighter. It felt quite heavy in his hand; it was the one he usually used.

She lit a candle, and the small flame in the dark night was enough for Chu Yao to see the area of ​​blood seeping from the man's body. It was a deep red color, and the blood had even soaked through the leather of his black coat.

She shifted her gaze upwards and looked at the man's face again. A nonchalant smile played on his lips, which were deathly pale, devoid of any color.

For a moment, Chu Yao's breath caught in her throat.

The man casually raised an eyebrow at her, his lips curving into a wider smile. "Thank you for your trouble, Dr. Chu."

Jiang Zheng glanced casually at his right waist and abdomen, then raised his right hand to lift the hem of his leather jacket. He looked directly into her eyes and said in a light tone, "Let's begin."

Chu Yao calmly took a deep breath, opened the medical kit, picked up the scissors, and deftly cut open the man's black undershirt... The wound was fully exposed before her eyes.

In an instant, an increasingly strong stench of blood filled the air.

Large patches of dark red blood spread across the skin, the dried portion congealing into clumps that clung tightly to the area around the wound, mixing with the still-wet blood.

The center of the bloodstain—an irregular, circular wound with charred and carbonized edges.

My heart skipped a beat; it was a gunshot wound!
Chu Yao gasped, instinctively glancing at the man's face, her surprise and confusion evident in her eyes.

The man remained calm and asked with a smile, "What? Didn't the school teach Dr. Chu how to treat gunshot wounds?"

The way the person in front of her didn't seem to care much about his current physical condition inexplicably annoyed Chu Yao.

Unable to resist, she retorted coldly, "Shut up if you don't want to die."

A low chuckle came from above, and Chu Yao heard him comment in a playful tone, "I didn't expect her to be such a feisty girl."

The next second, the man sighed softly, as if lamenting to himself, "Even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs."

Chu Yao ignored him completely, focusing on rummaging through the medical kit at her feet. After a moment, she spoke in a stern voice: "There are no anesthetics here, only painkillers. However, given the amount of bleeding you're experiencing, I must remove the bullet immediately and then stitch you up."

The implication is that even if he takes painkillers now, it won't be long before they take effect.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng showed no expression on his face, simply giving a faint "hmm" to indicate that he understood.

In a daze, a slender, fair hand slowly reached out in my vision, finally stopping two inches away from my chin.

With her fair palm facing upwards, two pale yellow, flat, round pills lay quietly in her hand.

Jiang Zheng followed the direction of the arm and looked down, meeting the girl's calm eyes.

The flickering candlelight cast a warm yellow glow that gently outlined the girl's delicate features, making her appear serene and gentle.

The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes. "Didn't you say it wouldn't work now? Then why give it to me?"

"It's psychological," she replied.

The man seemed to find it extremely childish and scoffed, "I don't need this kind of psychological comfort trick."

"Just bring it on," he said, raising a hand to deflect the medicine.

So cool! So arrogant! So stupid!
Chu Yao frowned, then decisively grabbed the wrist bone on which the man was pushing away. She squatted down, leaned closer, and forcefully shoved the medicine into the man's mouth with her hand.

The pill went down his throat, a faint bitter taste spreading in his mouth. Jiang Zheng was clearly taken aback by Chu Yao's sudden, forceful, and domineering action. After a moment's thought, he swallowed the pill anyway. Afterward, Jiang Zheng lowered his gaze and carefully observed the girl who was methodically selecting tools from the medical kit, her head bowed. A rare seriousness appeared in his eyes as he leisurely asked, "Won't you even pour me a glass of water?"

Chu Yao didn't even look up, continuing her work, and coldly replied, "Pretentious."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng smiled, a silent smile, which Chu Yao, busy with her head down, did not see.

She, of course, had no idea that it might have been the only genuine smile this man had ever given her since they met.

There was no defense, no pretense, I just found it genuinely interesting, and a bit inexplicably happy.

……

The blade slowly sank into the flesh, pushing forward, and fresh blood gushed out from the newly cut wound.

Chu Yao stared intently at the point where the blade met the wound, her eyes darting out of the corner of her eye to the man's hand gripping the edge of the sofa, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He explained softly, "The bullet is a bit deep. I need to cut open some of the surrounding tissue to widen the wound before I can remove the bullet smoothly."

The man remained silent.

Chu Yao quickly pressed the bleeding site with gauze. After a brief period of stopping the bleeding, she used one hand to pick up tweezers and inserted them into the wound, carefully feeling the texture of the tissue as the tweezers touched it.

Chu Yao's right hand stopped abruptly when the tweezers touched the bullet buried deep inside.

She didn't use force rashly, but gently rotated the tweezers to feel the degree of adhesion between the bullet and the surrounding tissue.

After ensuring the bullet was loose, Chu Yao carefully adjusted the angle of the tweezers, trying to match the trajectory of the bullet as it entered, and slowly and steadily pulled it out.

Throughout the entire process, Chu Yao moved with extreme caution.

As the bullet was slowly pulled out, blood continued to seep from the wound. Chu Yao hurriedly picked up saline solution to rinse the wound, and the subsequent hemostasis and suturing work also progressed steadily.

The scissors rose and fell, and the next second after the stitches were cut, Chu Yao heard a faint sigh above her head, as if her owner was unintentionally expressing relief that it was "finally over."

He couldn't help but smile.

The words that were about to come out, "Consider yourself lucky, the bullet missed your abdominal aorta by half a centimeter," were swallowed back. What came out instead was, "You can't take it?"

The subtle provocation was also a belated retaliation against him; Chu Yao hadn't forgotten his contemptuous suggestion half an hour earlier that she go back to school for a fresh start.

Jiang Zheng did not respond to this.

Chu Yao put the tools back, looked up, and saw this scene—the man was lying exhausted on the sofa, his eyes closed, his face tired, and his forehead and neck were soaked with sweat.

Chu Yao pursed her lips, picked up a clean piece of gauze with her right hand, stood up, bent down, leaned closer, and used her fingertips to touch the person's forehead with the gauze.

Feeling the rough fabric against his forehead, Jiang Zheng struggled to open his eyes, as if even something as simple as lifting his eyelids was incredibly difficult for him at that moment.

Their eyes met, they were very close, surrounded by a thick, dark atmosphere, and the flickering candlelight was mostly blocked behind the girl's body.

Chu Yao saw the man weakly smile at her and say, "Thank you."

My heart suddenly ached for no reason, and my knuckles, which were gripping the gauze, stiffened for a moment before starting to move again.

Chu Yao looked away somewhat awkwardly and replied, "You're welcome."

The original sentence actually had a second half: "You saved me, so consider this my way of repaying you."

For some reason, Chu Yao didn't say the second half of her sentence.