The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

After sweeping up the broken glass, Suwen wrung out the mop and repeatedly mopped up the bloodstains on the floor. Only then could she see exactly how much blood the man had lost.

An hour passed, and the surgery behind the table was still not over.

Although the man tried to remain silent, the large beads of sweat on his face and his tense expression revealed just how much pain he was in.

This was the first time Su Wen had witnessed the entire process of removing a bullet. Throughout the procedure, the man remained seated without anesthesia. The room was dark; the veterinarian stood beside him, chin tilted back. Su Wen had never seen such a solemn and focused expression on his face before. The slender scalpel in his hand was cutting through the man's flesh, digging into his blood and blood…

Suwen avoided eye contact and continued mopping the floor in silence, washing away the bloodstains and mopping again.

The room was quiet; no one made a sound, only heavy breathing echoed through the room.

After a long while, with a crisp clang, Suwen saw the veterinarian straighten up and wipe his sweat. As the bullet landed in the dish, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing Su Wen staring at the bullet with a mixture of tension and wonder, the man suddenly laughed without warning: "This girl you picked up is quite interesting."

Cheng Guang threw down the scalpel and said coldly, "You're someone I picked up."

Then he walked over to Suwen, and a familiar, warm smile appeared on his face covered with a thick beard, as if to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, just take care of this guy like any other cat or dog."

Would any Tom, Dick, or Harry break into someone's house in the middle of the night, covered in blood?

For some reason, she just nodded blankly at that moment.

Behind the veterinarian, the man biting the bandage unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

After the veterinarian left, Suwen mopped the floor several more times, but she felt that no matter how much she washed it, there was always a bloody smell in the house that wouldn't dissipate.

The man was still sitting in the chair, one hand pulling at the bandage, the other end in his mouth, struggling to bandage the wound from which the bullet had been removed. It must be said, the veterinarian's after-sales service was terrible; once the bullet was removed, that was it. All sorts of internal and external medications, bottles and jars, were left outside for the injured man to find himself.

In the words of the veterinarian, "He won't die anytime soon."

Suwen had been dragging his feet for a long time, and he had been fussing around for ages. His short hair was completely soaked with sweat, which was dripping down his face, and his complexion was pale.

As dawn approached, he finally spat out the bandage he was biting: "It's just a small area, can't you finish mopping it up?"

Suwen stopped mopping and looked at him, holding the mop. "I'm mopping, what's it to you?"

The man gestured to his wound with his eyes: "Come here, help me bandage it up."

Su Wen remained motionless, standing there watching him for a long time, as if deep in thought. The injured man was clearly in a bad mood and wanted to lash out, but his injuries prevented him from doing anything to her. After staring at her for a while, he reluctantly picked up the blood-stained bandage again.

Just as he was about to bite and tear it off, the other end of the bandage was grabbed.

The man glared at her. Suwen threw the mop aside, silently unfolded the gauze, and pressed it against the bullet hole in the man's shoulder.

The man hissed, turned around, and swiftly grabbed her wrist: "You want to murder me?"

Su Wen remained expressionless, holding gauze in one hand and bandage in the other, gesturing casually as if it didn't matter.

The man scrutinized her closely, probably because she had just promised to help him find Cheng Guang, but as soon as she turned around, she was about to go to the police station. If Cheng Guang hadn't returned in time to stop her, this man would have been arrested by the police by now.

He didn't believe her.

However, after a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Be gentle."

Suwen grinned, a silent laugh echoing in the darkness.

The wound was gruesome, a cross-shaped cut made by a scalpel, dark and gaping, with flesh torn open and bone visible.

But the man in front of her was clearly used to this kind of situation. His body was taut, his muscles clearly defined, and the veins in his veins throbbed distinctly from the exertion. Large beads of sweat streamed down his wheat-colored skin, revealing traces of both new and old wounds.

This is a man with a story.

My gaze swept over every scar, like turning the pages of a book, revealing a bloody, obscure, and unspeakable past.

Whose life isn't a book?

Hers, or the veterinarian's.

No veterinarian could remain so calm and collected, effortlessly removing a bullet from a human body with a scalpel without anesthesia; he is clearly an expert in this field.

The fact that this man would rather endure the pain and agree not to use morphine suggests only two possibilities: First, he has some underlying medical condition that prevents him from using anesthetic drugs. Second, he is a man who lives as if walking a tightrope, remaining highly vigilant even now and unwilling to relax his guard due to drug anesthesia.

Following his instructions, Suwen sprinkled anti-inflammatory and infection-preventing medicine on the incision, then covered it with gauze, and wrapped a bandage tightly around his chest, layer by layer.

Her hands trembled slightly. She was a novice, and this was her first time doing something like this. Although the man was very good at restraining himself, every time he convulsed or gasped, Suwen couldn't help but stop what she was doing.

"Wrap it tighter." He didn't look at her, and simply gave the order.

Otherwise it will become inflamed.

Suwen then applied some force and heard him hiss softly. Suwen had no choice but to place one hand on his shoulder and neck to cushion the pressure of the bandage on the wound.

He was sweating profusely, covered in large, slippery beads of sweat. Aside from Lu Zheng, this was the first time she had ever seen a naked man. Despite his injuries, his figure was still so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look directly at him.

In comparison, Lu Zheng appeared fairer and more slender, while this man exuded a strong masculine aura. He had tanned skin, deep lines, and his trapezius muscles on his shoulders and back formed a perfect triangle. His six-pack abs gradually disappeared into the waistline of his jeans.

The hand resting on his shoulder felt like it wasn't her own anymore; it stiffened and went out of control. Suwen forced herself to avoid looking at his even more sensual chest muscles, focusing instead on tightening the bandage round and round until he finally bowed slightly and said, "Alright, let go now."

Suwen loosened the bandage in her hand with a sigh of relief. She saw him lower his head, use his teeth and left hand to tie a knot in front of his chest, and then instruct Suwen: "Bring me the blanket, I want to sleep for a while."

Suwen hesitated for a moment, then did as instructed.

He didn't ask her for any more help. He wrapped the blanket around himself, sat down in the chair, and fell asleep with his head tilted to the side.

Suwen was a little surprised. She stood beside him and watched without moving. After a while, she tentatively stretched her hand out in front of him. Before she could even wave it, he opened his eyes sharply and stared at her with a cold gaze, like an owl in the night.

Suwen was so frightened that she took a step back and almost fell to the ground.

He glanced at her, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes, and then closed them again.

This time, Suwen dared not test whether he was asleep or not. She obediently walked away, establishing what she considered a "safe distance," and obediently squatted down, hugging her knees.

Even though the blinds were put up, the cold wind still howled in through the broken window.

After this experience, Suwen dared not sleep on the sofa again. There was only one chair in the room, and he had taken it, so Suwen could only curl up her legs and sit on the floor with her back against the wall.

A black cat was startled awake, meowed, and silently hopped to her, rubbing its little paws against her palm. Warmth from the animal's fur, Suwen also began to doze off, her body nodding off like a pestle being pounded.

It hadn't even been two hours since I was half asleep when it was already broad daylight.

The veterinarian returned and shook her awake. Suwen saw herself sitting on the floor, asleep while hugging the cat, and couldn't help but chuckle.

She looked up and saw that the man in the swivel chair had also woken up at some point, and was looking at her with an expression of amusement.

The veterinarian took off his coat and draped it over her, saying, "Someone will come to replace the glass later. You and he can go inside and rest first."

Suwen nodded and thanked him. The inner room was the veterinarian's room, and the door was usually kept closed. Although it wasn't locked, Suwen was staying at his place and had no intention of prying into his privacy, so she kept her distance.

Now that she had her master's permission, she had no more scruples, and besides, she was really cold and sleepy.

However, the other injured person who received approval seemed rather reluctant, sitting motionless in the chair like a Buddha.

Suwen looked at him, and he replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Don't you know to come and help me up?"

Suwen looked up at Cheng Guang again, but Cheng Guang stopped her from moving and scoffed, "You were so badly injured last night, yet you still managed to smash my window and come in by yourself. Now you can't even walk a few steps? Also, the cost of replacing the glass is 168 yuan, no discounts, thank you."

After Cheng Guang finished speaking, he shrugged at him.

The man snorted, stretched out his long legs, and sprang up from the chair. The swivel chair beneath him spun around more than half a circle due to inertia after he left.

The blanket slipped to the ground, and he clearly had no intention of bending down to pick it up. Suwen went over to help him pick it up, and the man seemed to laugh, then kicked open the door and went inside first.

Cheng Guang shook his head, patted Su Wen on the shoulder, and said, "That's just how this guy is. You don't need to take special care of him just because he's injured."

Suwen squinted at him and smiled: "I was afraid of getting cold if I fell asleep because there was only one blanket."

Cheng Guang smiled too.