Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1049 - The Story of Ling and Heng (312)

Chapter 1049: The Story of Ling and Heng (312)

Li Nanheng didn’t look at her face but just threw the dagger into her arms. “Come on.”

Feng Ling picked up the dagger and looked at the wound on his back. The man had lowered his head slightly and his perfectly muscular back was exposed in front of her eyes. Seeing this, she froze.

Her hand froze in the air for a while. She stared at the wound and gritted her teeth, pressing his shoulder with one hand and putting the sharp knife on the wound with another. “Hold it. I’m not very good at it. If it really hurts, you can...”

The man didn’t speak, but his silence reassured her.

She cut open his wound with the knife. Although the man did not say anything, his shoulder slightly trembled. She had not sterilized the knife, nor had she ever taken a bullet out for anyone before. Perhaps the knife touched a nerve in his shoulder, as the tip of the knife went deeper, the muscles in his back tightened.

She glanced at him but couldn’t see his expression. She felt that the cross she cut on his wound was not as professional as the one he drew on her shoulder. She wondered why Li Nanheng trusted her so much...

As soon as she cut the cross on his wound, she felt the tip of the knife touch the bullet inlaid in his flesh. She said, “I found the bullet.”

“OK.” The tightened muscles gradually relaxed as he got used to the pain. With his back to her, he said calmly as if he was not suffering from the pain, “It’s up to you.”

The bullet wasn’t deep inside. Looking at the wound that kept bleeding, Feng Ling touched the bullet with the tip of the knife tentatively and then accurately picked out the bullet.

The blood-stained bullet was thrown to the ground, making a clunking sound.

In just a few minutes, Feng Ling’s forehead was faintly sweaty. After confirming that the bullet had been taken out, she looked at the wound on his back, whispering, “Okay. It’s done.”

The man with his back to her did not move or speak. Feng Ling glanced at the wound on his back again and then looked at him, but he seemed to be focusing on something.

Seeing his silent and cold eyes, she suddenly noticed that there were at least two helicopters hovering over the jungle.

The helicopters were still far away. They must be searching hard, but the jungle was too dense, so they couldn’t find them. If they searched on foot, it might be more possible for them to find them.

Of course, if they really searched by foot, even the seriously injured Li Nanheng could knock them down easily, let alone Feng Ling.

Feng Ling leaned down and picked up the blood-stained bullet. Then she placed it in her hand and looked at it for a few seconds, saying, “It’s a small silencer AK. Who is that woman? This gun is not cheap.”

“She is not important, but she had many men who were not short of money, so it’s not difficult for her to get a superb gun,” Li Nanheng said, raising his arm to put on the clothes, only to be stopped by Feng Ling.

“Don’t move. Although the bullet has been taken out, the wound still has to be treated. If you put the clothes back on, the clothes will stick to the wound when the blood dries,” she said as she took out a small pack of wet wipes from her pocket to wipe the blood for him.

The knife wasn’t disinfected because this was in a jungle not that stone platform in the Snake Valley. If they set a fire here, it was like notifying the enemies where they were.

Now she didn’t have the time to think whether the wipes were disinfected or not but just wiped clean the blood around the wound on his back. Then she put the clothes over his back. “Don’t put on the clothes.I’ve cut the part of the clothes around your shoulder off so that it won’t stick to the skin.”

When she picked up another clean wet tissue to wipe his face, she found that the man was exceptionally quiet. Seeing that he closed his eyes, she froze and then leaned over to him. “Li Nanheng, don’t be so quiet. Open your eyes and say something.”

Li Nanheng did not respond.

Feng Ling was a little anxious. He had really shed a lot of blood when she took out the bullet for him just now. Now he must be exhausted.

“Li Nanheng, it was the first time I took a bullet out for someone just now. Many “first-times” in my life have something to do with you. If you dare to die, I will throw your corpse into the wilderness and let the birds and beasts eat it up!”

Li Nanheng suddenly let out a muffled chuckle and coughed, saying hoarsely, “I just closed my eyes for a while and didn’t speak. I was saving my strength. I promise I won’t die.”

Hearing his answer, Feng Ling realized that she was panicking for him just now and immediately withdrew the hand on his shoulder, saying, “Don’t block bullets for me again. If you do it again, I will never see you again in my life.”

But Li Nanheng didn’t say a word.

As time passed, Feng Ling calculated the time for the nearest rescue team from XI Base to arrive here. After a while, she suddenly noticed that Li Nanheng was unusually quiet. She looked at him, only to see that he still closed his eyes and blood was still flowing outward from his wound, dyeing the ground red.

If the wound kept bleeding, even if he didn’t die of the bullet, he would die of excessive blood loss.

Feng Ling’s eyelids twitched and she suddenly patted his face: “Li Nanheng!”