12 Miss Guan (1/2)

'Finally…'

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Wuxing sighed in relief as that was the cue for him to cease his attempts of taking the bullet out of his shoulder wound. Truth be told, he never actually put his dirty fingers inside the open wound, but rather, pretended that he did instead. After all, he wasn't an idiot. Getting an infection wasn't part of the plan.

As Wuxing looked up to see the newcomers, he saw five people speeding towards them. Two of them were dressed in clean white medical cloaks buttoned up from head to toe. The lady running in front of the group was much more casual, having her medical cloak unbuttoned while wearing a white wool dress underneath it. The last two were guards holding their rifles ready to protect the medics.

”Where are you putting your dirty fingers? Do you want to get an infection?!”

The lady cursed angrily at Wuxing the moment she neared him. For her, aside from trying to stop the blood leaking, this prisoner shouldn't do anything else and leave the rest to the experts. It would be catastrophic to act otherwise.

The moment she crouched in front of him, the white-cloaked lady didn't waste any more time and tore the rest of his bloody shirt so she could examine the wounds.

Looking at the current situation, Wuxing decided to change his plan. It was easy to see that this lady wasn't the type to be easily tricked. In her almond-shaped eyes, he could see that she wasn't any common weak female, but one with a tough character.

While he observed her, she had already started cleaning the wound on his shoulder. As there was a high chance that this injured prisoner would bleed out by the time they reached the medical building, she opted to operate on the field.

Wuxing knew that as long as the bullet wasn't taken out, its sharp edges would continue to rip apart his muscles with each movement, and apparently, this lady doctor knew it too. She ordered her assistants for sterilized medical tools that they then quickly prepared on a metal tray.

”I'm fine. I can pull the bullet myself…” Wuxing smiled as he reached out his hand to stop her, but his hand was only slapped away before he was cursed at again.

”Shut up! Lay him down flatly on the stretcher and hold him tightly so he doesn't move! I will pull the bullet out before he bleeds out!”

”Yes, Miss Guan!”

Her assistants nodded like chickens and looked quite happy as they carried out her orders. From their faces, one could see that they felt extremely blessed to be working with this lady doctor.

Wuxing didn't resist this time as he knew there was no point so he let them lift him up and lay down on the prepared stretcher. With a small bag underneath his head to prep him up, he could see exactly what the lady doctor was doing. What's more, he actually took a closer look at her entire face, which he normally didn't do as most of the time, he would simply remember specific and distinguishing features to identify people.

Miss Guan, as the lady doctor was called by others, was actually a very pretty young woman. She was nowhere near his ideal General Leng Xue, whose fairy-like beauty made him fall in love at the first sight, but this Miss Guan could still appear in the top of his list of pretty faces.

Her long hair was black, partially tied in a single ponytail at the back, with the rest softly tumbling with elegance at the front which she had a habit of putting behind her ears. The hair on the sides wasn't long enough to be put into the ponytail, but her appearance worked perfectly as they added a beautiful mixture of sweet and spicy feeling to the serious look on her face. Her almond coloured eyes glittered with confidence above the haughty slope of her nose. There was a sense of assurance around her which made one calm down and it made her do her job in peace.

She looked quite tall, being only a few centimetres shorter than Wuxing from his estimates, and definitely younger than him, still having signs of youthful energy. Her surname suggested that she was from the same regions as him, but her silken porcelain skin and general beauty suggested that one of her parents was definitely of a different race.

”Gather the blood with gauze,” Miss Guan ordered as she wiped her forehead with her forearm. ”I will start pulling out the bullet.”