Chapter 319: Saliva Stops the Bleeding

The bandit's movement froze abruptly, the savage grin on his face solidified instantly, and his heavy breathing came to a sudden halt.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and the hand gripping Yin Yirou's waist suddenly loosened……

The bandit's body swayed, his eyes grew unfocused, he let out a muffled grunt, and the next second he toppled sideways, hitting the grass with a dull thud.

Yin Yirou's eyes flew open, her chest heaving violently, she turned her head toward the direction of the thicket……

"Who??" Yin Yirou's voice trembled with fear.

Lin Yuan pushed aside the last clump of thorny bushes, his silhouette just appearing in the clearing.

The female forensic doctor Yin Yirou's gaze locked onto him.

She was tied to a crooked-neck tree, her disheveled hair sticking to her sweat‑damp cheeks, her originally dim beautiful eyes suddenly widened, first staring blankly for two seconds, then shock—

Lin Yuan? How could he be here?

The next second, a fine light flickered within Yin Yirou's shock, like a dying person clutching a lifeline, her breath trembling as well.

"It's all right." Lin Yuan said softly, his voice carrying a calming strength.

He stepped forward quickly, his fingertips avoiding the rough barbs at the knot, carefully untying the hemp rope wound around Yin Yirou's wrist; the red mark left by the binding stood out starkly against her pale skin.

Without waiting for Yin Yirou to speak, Lin Yuan had already taken off his windbreaker, unfolded it and gently draped it over her shoulders; the warm fabric instantly dispelled the chill on her body.

Lin Yuan reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and slowly helped her to her feet.

Yin Yirou's legs went weak, her whole body nearly leaning into his embrace; the numbness in her ankle made it impossible for her to stand, so she could only clutch Lin Yuan's arm tightly.

A pleasant feminine scent came over, carrying a hint of Yin Yirou's fragrant sweat.

Just moments ago, from fear and tension, she had exuded fragrant sweat, her long bangs sticking to her face, making her look pitifully delicate and all the more beautiful.

"Where are the others? Your forensic colleagues who came with you?" Lin Yuan lowered his gaze to her, his tone filled with concern.

Yin Yirou bit her lower lip, her voice still faint: "The two assistants… were knocked out by them, injured, lying on the forest path ahead."

Lin Yuan nodded, let out a breath of relief; fortunately, no one had lost their life.

Lin Yuan supported Yin Yirou's arm, his foot just shifting slightly, he was about to go look for those two forensic assistants.

Lin Yuan was completely unaware; behind him, the bandit lying unconscious on the ground suddenly shuddered, and several silver needles embedded in his flesh sprang free with a "ding," bouncing off a nearby tree trunk before landing in the leaf litter.

The bandit's hand planted on the ground exerted sudden force, his knuckles whitening, and his previously limp body quietly pushed itself up from the ground!

The bandit's back muscles coiled tight, his eyes full of ruthlessness.

The bandit furtively reached for his waist—

There lay a short blade flashing with cold light, its edge catching the dappled forest light and tracing a glaring arc.

Yin Yirou's beautiful eyes widened in alarm as she suddenly saw this; she cried out anxiously, "Watch out!"

Almost the instant Yin Yirou spoke, the bandit's blade came down fiercely!

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted; his instinctive reaction was to shove Yin Yirou behind him.

Lin Yuan abruptly turned, using his body as a shield, placing himself in front of Yin Yirou.

Precisely that second, the bandit's swiftly thrusting short dagger went "puff" and sank deep into Lin Yuan's abdomen.

The sound of the blade tearing through fabric rang especially sharp in the silent woods; Lin Yuan's body instantly stiffened, and an involuntary pained groan escaped his lips.

Pressed against Lin Yuan's back, Yin Yirou could clearly feel that sudden tremor and the slowly seeping warm liquid; her voice instantly choked with tears: "Are you okay?!"

Yin Yirou's beautiful eyes flickered; she had seen crystal‑clearly the moment Lin Yuan blocked the blade for her.

At this moment her emotions surged! Her heart was jolted violently!

It was the first time anyone had risked everything for her.

Moreover, it was a stranger she had known for less than two hours!

Seeing Lin Yuan stabbed, the bandit's eyes flashed with a hint of savagery; he wanted to pull the blade out and stab again, but Lin Yuan gritted his teeth against the pain and grabbed his wrist with a reverse hold.

The force of Lin Yuan's grip on the bandit's wrist suddenly increased, his fingertips precisely locking the opponent's arm joint; before the bandit could react, his arm was wrenched hard.

"Crack——!"

A crisp bone‑dislocation sound exploded in the woods; the bandit's scream tore through his throat, and his entire arm hung limp at a bizarre angle.

Lin Yuan's eyes turned icy cold; his other hand pressed down on the bandit's shoulder, then gave a few swift twists!

"Crack"

"Crack"

The sounds continued one after another, as if the bandit's entire skeleton were being twisted into a pretzel.

The bandit instantly went limp on the ground, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks, his eyes filled with utter terror, his voice trembling as he howled:

"Who the hell are you?! Which ancient martial arts school do you belong to?!"

He couldn't fathom it! How could he have run into such a vicious, terrifying opponent, whose moves left him no chance to resist at all.

Yin Yirou standing nearby had already been stunned, her hands clenched tightly at the hem of her clothes, her pupils full of disbelief—

She had never seen such terrifying martial arts; each strike was precise and ruthless, making one's scalp tingle.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from afar; Mu Lingxue led a squad of police officers pushing through the thicket and charging over. Seeing the bandit collapsed on the ground, his whole body twisted, everyone froze, their faces etched with shock.

No one could believe that the motionless bandit before them had actually been subdued in this manner.

Mu Lingxue gazed at Lin Yuan; this blind‑date man made her feel unfamiliar for the first time.

Lin Yuan's merciless, decisive martial arts left Mu Lingxue astounded; she had never encountered a man with such formidable skill.

A group of police officers quickly moved in, subdued the bandit, handcuffed his wrists, and lifted him to carry him out of the woods.

Another team, following Yin Yirou's directions, found the two forensic assistants on the path ahead; fortunately they had only fainted, suffering only minor scrapes, with no danger to their lives.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan's abdominal wound was gushing blood wildly.

Mu Lingxue also noticed!

She clearly saw that at the hem of Lin Yuan's dark shirt, blood was slowly seeping out, tracing along the seam and spreading a small patch of dark red at his waist.

"Lin Yuan! Your abdomen is bleeding! You've been stabbed!" Mu Lingxue's voice urgent, she reached out to lift his shirt and check.

Yin Yirou also hurried over, her tone instantly filled with worry: "It's from when you blocked the knife for me just now! We must send you to the hospital immediately!"

Lin Yuan raised his hand to press on his abdomen, his brows slightly furrowed but his tone calm: "It's fine, just apply a bit of acupuncture to treat it."

Lin Yuan took out a Silver Needle, pinched the needle tip with his fingertips, and quickly tapped lightly on the acupoints around the wound such as Blood Sea and Leg Three Miles.

The bleeding speed that had been oozing suddenly slowed down.

Then he grabbed a few clumps of wild grass from the roadside; these wild grasses were dandelions, which have a hemostatic effect.

Lin Yuan placed the wild grass in his palm, gently crushed it, carefully applied it to the wound, and the moment the green medicinal paste covered the wound, the bleeding stopped mostly.

Finally he wrapped his abdomen with a clean cloth, deliberately leaving slack when tying to avoid pressing on the wound, and throughout he didn't let anyone help; his movements were smooth as if he had practiced countless times.

Mu Lingxue and Yin Yirou, along with a group of detectives, were all stunned.

They had never seen such miraculous Chinese medical methods?

Even the bleeding from a stab wound to the abdomen could be stopped with acupuncture?

It's simply unprecedented!

After Lin Yuan finished treating the wound, he followed the police officers toward the police car, just reaching its side.

Yin Yirou suddenly staggered, her face also turning somewhat pale.

Lin Yuan quickly supported her, and upon looking down he discovered a laceration on her snow-white, slender thigh; bright blood was seeping down her pants, spreading a dark stain across the trouser leg.

"Are you injured?" Lin Yuan said in a solemn voice, reaching out to examine her wound.

Yin Yirou lightly shook her head, forcing herself to say: "It's fine, I got scratched when the robber shoved me earlier; it's not serious."

Even though she said that, Lin Yuan still frowned, carefully helped her into the police car, and specifically had a detective fetch a first-aid kit to give her a simple treatment.

The police car started slowly, heading toward the Public Security Bureau; the cabin was very quiet, only Yin Yirou occasionally letting out faint gasps from the pain of her wound.

Mu Lingxue sat in the front passenger seat, while Lin Yuan and Yin Yirou sat in the back.

The police car carried everyone back to the police station.

Along the way, Lin Yuan's abdominal stab wound did not bleed again.

As the police car had just driven out of the jungle area, Yin Yirou couldn't help but shrink back into her seat.

She quietly pressed her right hand on her thigh, her fingertip feeling the warm liquid continually seeping through the fabric, a sharp pain traveling up her nerves.

She bit her lower lip without making a sound, yet couldn't help drawing a slight breath; fine cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Lin Yuan sat beside her, the first to notice her abnormality; lowering his head he saw the bloodstain on her pant leg had expanded another circle, his brows immediately knitting: "You're also injured? The wound is still bleeding."

Yin Yirou lightly nodded: "It's fine, we'll be at the station soon; I'll take care of it there."

This wound was left when she was seized by the robber earlier and struggled.

At this moment the blood from the wound simply would not stop.

Not waiting for Yin Yirou to forgive me pressing, Lin Yuan already leaned forward, extending his hand to gently pinch the edge of her pant leg, his tone carrying an unrefusable seriousness:

"Pull up your pants, I'll treat it again."

Yin Yirou's face instantly flushed halfway, her fingers gripping the waistband with some hesitation, but seeing Lin Yuan's stern gaze she slowly raised her hand and gently pulled up her trousers.

A light red laceration on the inner thigh was especially conspicuous.

Lin Yuan's gaze lingered on her thigh for a moment; he took out a Silver Needle and began to help Yin Yirou stop the bleeding.

But Yin Yirou's wound happened to injure the artery in her thigh, so the blood simply would not stop; even Lin Yuan's Silver Needle couldn't help. He needed to use herbal medicine as an aid.

But by now the wild grass had been used up.

Without wild grass medicinal aid, it's hard to stop the bleeding.

"The herbs are gone." Lin Yuan's tone grew a bit urgent as he looked at Yin Yirou's thigh base wound continually seeping blood; his eyes flashed with a hint of resolve.

"It might be a little uncomfortable, bear with it." Lin Yuan's voice was lower than usual, carrying an indisputable seriousness; after saying that he gradually lowered his head.

Yin Yirou was dazed; subconsciously she wanted to shrink back, but Lin Yuan gently pressed his hand on her knee, leaving her unable to move.

Then, Lin Yuan used his mouth……

Lin Yuan was staunching her bleeding, using saliva to stop the blood.