After I died, Master Fu let Bai Yueguang be buried with me

She lowered her head to check his injuries.

But bright red blood was spreading little by little on Pei Youchi's light-colored shirt.

Finally it turned into a bright red lotus.

Has he bled so much?

He won't die from excessive blood loss, right?

Jiang Yuyan saw that his face had turned pale.

I don't have the heart to argue with him anymore.

She reached out to help him press on the wound.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Jiang Yuyan was startled and unconsciously pressed his wound lightly.

Pei Youchi suddenly grimaced in pain.

"You don't hate me that much? You want to take this opportunity to murder your husband?"

"I did not do it on purpose."

Jiang Yuyan looked at him apologetically: "If I really wanted to murder you, I should have thrown you to those people just now."

Pei Youchi raised his thin lips and smiled palely: "You won't, you can't bear to leave me!"

"Where does your confidence come from? You're dreaming!" Jiang Yuyan rolled her eyes at him.

Just then, there were two more knocks on the door.

She stiffened.

The hairs all over his body stood up in alertness.

"Did your enemies come looking for you?"

If so, shouldn't they be trying to escape first?

Pei Youchi seemed to see through her thoughts.

"You are really an enemy and you can't escape now."

He winked at her and said, "Go open the door. This is the doctor I'm looking for."

Jiang Yuyan hesitated for a moment, then moved to the door doubtfully and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man wearing a hat.

He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and carrying a medicine box.

"Is Master Pei here?"

The man asked when he saw Jiang Yuyan.

Jiang Yuyan nodded and let him in.

The man is called Uncle Meng.

I'm a private doctor in a clinic.

He is also Pei Youchi's full-time doctor.

Every time Pei Youchi was injured, he helped him heal.

"Mr. Pei, why are you injured like this again?"

Yan Meng walked into the room and saw Pei Youchi lying on the bed covered in blood. He couldn't help but scream in disgust.

Pei Youchi smiled bitterly: "If you don't come, I will die from excessive blood loss!"

"It's better for you to die. I told you that your second brother wouldn't let you go so easily, but you refused to listen!" Yan Meng's tone of complaint was mixed with a hint of concern.

Pei Youchi looked indifferent.

"Hurry up and do it." He urged.

Yan Meng opened the medicine box.

There are all kinds of tools inside.

Pei Youchi has suffered countless injuries over the years.

Even asking him to perform an operation on the spot is a common occurrence.

Yan Meng picked up a syringe skillfully.

The needle is inserted into the flesh and pushed gently.

Pei Youchi's injured arm began to feel numb.

He soon lost consciousness.

Then he picked up a pair of scissors and cut Pei Youchi's clothes.

Finally, there are surgical knives and tweezers.

It looked like he was going to help him remove the bullet.

Pei Youchi had already lost a lot of blood just now.

This is if the skin and flesh are separated.

There will only be more and more blood inside.

Jiang Yuyan was trembling all over.

I couldn't help but swallow.

"Be good, turn around and don't look!"

Pei Youchi signaled Yan Meng to pause, then looked up and smiled at Jiang Yuyan.

It's a relief that he can still laugh at this time.

Jiang Yuyan said unhappily, "I'm not interested in watching it either."

After saying that, he turned his head away.

Soon she heard a series of metallic sounds.

It sounded like human flesh being cut.

She got goose bumps all over her body.

It's hard to imagine how painful this must be.

But Pei Youchi didn't even cry out in pain.

So quiet that he doesn't seem like a normal person.

It seemed like a century had passed.

Just hear a snap.

It was the sound of the bullet being extracted.

Jiang Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

Thinking that was the end, I turned away.

Unexpectedly, he saw Yan Meng stitching Pei Youchi's wound.

The needle and thread pierced through his flesh like embroidery.

Jiang Yuyan almost fainted on the spot.

Pei Youchi sat by the bed and saw her frightened look.

He used his good arm to pull her down to a sitting position.

He held her in his arms and covered her eyes.

"It's okay, it will be over in a while!" He whispered in her ear to comfort her.

Warm breath fanned across her neck.

Jiang Yuyan subconsciously shrank her neck.

She was just about to ask him to let her go.

Suddenly, Pei Youchi groaned.

"Yan Meng, can't you be a little gentler?"

"You are not honest! You still want to pick up girls at this time? Can you blame me?" Yan Meng disagreed.

"Isn't this just to appease my wife?" Pei Youchi said righteously.

Jiang Yuyan wailed in her heart.

Who is his wife?

But seeing that he was getting stitches right now, I didn't bother to argue with him.

Yan Meng was helpless: "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin? Do you know that if the bullet missed a little bit, your arm would be broken!"

Pei Youchi was not worried that he might become disabled after hearing this.

Instead, he immediately asked Jiang Yuyan: "Yanyan, if I really become a one-armed hero, will you love me like Xiaolongnu loves Yang Guo?"

Jiang Yuyan rolled her eyes.

The answer was a firm "No!"

No matter whether he is Yang Guo or not, or whether he has a broken arm or not, she will not love him.

Pei Youchi's handsome face was instantly hurt: "I'm hurt like this, and you can't even comfort me?"

Jiang Yuyan retorted: "You're injured like this, and you still have time to talk nonsense. Do you need me to comfort you?"

She saw that he was so strong in spirit that he didn't take the injury seriously at all.

Soon, Yan Meng skillfully sutured his wound.

He stood up and packed the medicine box, and finally reminded: "Remember, don't do any strenuous exercise in the short term."

When he said this, he looked at Jiang Yuyan again.

Jiang Yuyan's pretty face turned red.

Uncle Meng wouldn’t think that he was so injured that he still wanted to do strenuous exercise with her, right?

Yan Meng looked at Pei Youchi's leisurely appearance and said, "Forget it. I've said nonsense a hundred times, but you haven't done it once! Come back to me when you die!"

Pei Youchi laughed evilly: "How can I find you after I die? Should I send you a dream?"

Yan Meng glared at him and said, "Then come find me when you're almost dead! Let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the medicine box and walked towards the door.

Pei Youchi watched him leave, with no intention of seeing him off.

It was Jiang Yuyan who hurriedly called him.

"Wait, Uncle Meng, what will happen to him if you leave?"

She pointed at Pei Youchi who was injured on the bed.

Yan Meng didn't even turn her head: "Aren't you his wife? Of course you come to take care of him!"

Jiang Yuyan's mouth twitched.

She thought that once Uncle Meng came, she could leave.

I didn't expect that he just treated Pei Youchi's injury and left after that.

He was left as a sick patient to her.

"When did I become his wife?"

Jiang Yuyan questioned in a low voice.

Pei Youchi on the bed reminded him confidently: "Don't forget that we held our wedding in the church in City B. You swore an oath to the priest at that time. You said that you voluntarily married Mr. Pei Youchi, no matter whether we were happy or in hardship, rich or poor..."