"The feel is good." Fu Huaishen grinned expansively, his foxy eyes giving him the look of a rogue.
"If you don't get that wound treated soon, you might just die," Ye Wan reminded him.
"Oh, right, seeing as you've forgotten about the important matter, since we're practically old acquaintances, come on, help big brother bandage my wound." Fu Huaishen dumped all the tools and medicine he had pilfered onto the bed.
"I'll bandage you, aren't you afraid I'll stab you to death?" Ye Wan thought this man was clearly insane, wanting to send him to prison immediately.
As soon as Ye Wan finished speaking, a gun was pressed against her waist. Fu Huaishen grinned expansively, "Come on, girl, let's see who dies first."
Ye Wan's body trembled. How could she forget this man was a desperado? She looked at the man before her, who was about to lose consciousness from blood loss, yet was smiling indifferently. A chill crept into her heart, knowing he was a ruthless individual.
"Take off your shirt!" Ye Wan demanded through gritted teeth.
"Tsk, you're so impatient, big brother will take it off for you right away." Fu Huaishen smiled and removed his shirt, revealing a muscular physique.
"Lie down!" Ye Wan's face was stern as she ignored his teasing.
Fu Huaishen was also nearing his limit, his head starting to spin. He lay down as instructed and said, "Stitch it up first, then stop the bleeding. Hurry, I really can't hold on much longer."
"Are you sure you don't want any anesthetic?" Ye Wan frowned at the gruesome wound on his abdomen.
Who exactly was this man? He was stabbed yesterday, and he was delaying treatment for such a deep wound until now. Wasn't he afraid of death?
"What? Are you feeling sympathetic?" Fu Huaishen's smile became even brighter.
Ye Wan: "..."
She knew she shouldn't waste words with this kind of person. She picked up the needle and thread and began to stitch him up. Ye Wan deliberately made the stitches ugly, crooked and uneven, finally sewing the two pieces of flesh together.
Looking at Fu Huaishen, he hadn't even blinked during such a painful process, his face still smiling. Ye Wan suspected he had no sense of pain.
Ye Wan picked up the disinfectant and poured it directly onto his wound. Under the sting of the disinfectant, Fu Huaishen's expression finally changed, and he grimaced in pain.
"You sewed this so ugly! I don't like ugly things." Fu Huaishen's expression shattered when he saw the wound she had stitched.
"I'm not a doctor, it's good enough that I stitched it up!" After disinfecting him, Ye Wan took the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on him. The bleeding finally stopped.
"If there's a scar, I'll drag you back to be my wife! You'll have to take responsibility for me!" Fu Huaishen said dejectedly.
"Alright, hurry up and leave." Ye Wan didn't want to talk to him anymore, seeing him as nothing more than a frivolous playboy.
"You thought I was a murderer and called the police to arrest me, yet you're treating my wound? Wouldn't it be better for me to bleed to death?" Fu Huaishen asked curiously.
Ye Wan: "..."
"Sir, you should first point that gun away from me and try again."
"Whether you killed someone or not is for the police to decide. I have no right to decide your fate," Ye Wan said flatly.
Fu Huaishen's gaze towards her held a bit more amusement. He finally lowered the gun and said, "Just a toy gun, I didn't expect it to be so intimidating!"
Ye Wan: "..."
As Fu Huaishen was about to say more, footsteps sounded from outside. His expression changed, and he leaned in to kiss the interesting little girl. Ye Wan immediately turned her head to dodge, and his lips landed on her cheek.