Chapter 797: I've seen plenty of men

The warmth of their lips touching……vanished in an instant.

Qin Bore's fluttering heart lingered, refusing to fade.

She maintained her bent-over posture, hair falling, silently gazing at the motionless man before her.

The surroundings fell silent……only the shallow breaths of the two remained, along with the gentle purr of the little cat Sweet Cone.

At that moment, Lin Yuan's eyelids, which had been tightly shut……twitched slightly without warning.

His long, thick black eyelashes fluttered rapidly, like a sleeper about to awaken.

This tiny scene instantly made Qin Bore's body stiffen, and she suddenly panicked.

Her heart jumped, her cheeks instantly flushed a faint red, and a sudden inexplicable nervousness and shyness welled up inside her.

The kiss she had just secretly placed was too intimate, a feeling she kept hidden deep in her heart.

She never imagined anyone would walk in on her—not even the unconscious Lin Yuan—leaving her flustered and at a loss.

Without time to sort her chaotic thoughts, Qin Bore hastily straightened up and stumbled back half a step.

Her slender fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothing, her gaze darting away.

Her heart raced so fast it felt like it might burst her chest, she nervously stared at Lin Yuan's face, fearing he would suddenly open his eyes and see everything that had just happened.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

After a long wait, Lin Yuan showed no further movement.

The earlier eyelid twitch……was merely an unconscious physiological reaction of Lin Yuan, who lay gravely injured and comatose.

Lin Yuan still had his eyes tightly shut, his complexion deathly pale.

His breathing was feeble, sunk deep in unconsciousness, with no sign of waking.

Her tensed nerves suddenly relaxed, and Qin Bore let out a long exhale of turbid air.

The heart that had been lodged in her throat slowly settled; she nervously brushed her cool lips, the panic in her eyes fading, leaving only a growing ache.

Qin Bore steadied herself, withdrawing all the scattered feelings from her eyes.

She bent her knees again, squatting back beside the sofa, composed her emotions, and focused wholeheartedly on treating Lin Yuan's grave injuries.

Since childhood she had been exposed to top-tier military medical emergency systems, mastering professional battlefield Western-medical treatment methods, and excelled at handling penetrating wounds, lacerations, and embedded bullet injuries.

Thus her means of treating battlefield severe injuries……were far more efficient, professional, and reliable than those of ordinary medical staff.

The warm yellow light……precisely fell on Lin Yuan's broken body, rendering every wound detail in crystal clarity.

Qin Bore first picked up sterile saline solution, tearing open a fresh medical irrigation tube.

Qin Bore's fingertips steady and gentle, she avoided Lin Yuan's damaged flesh, gradually washing away the coagulated blood scabs, mixed dust and grime on the wound surface.

The turbid blood water%……flowed along Lin Yuan's skin lines……slowly seeping, continually oozing from the wound gaps.

His originally dark wound……after being rinsed clean with water, the inwardly turned red flesh, torn fascia, and shattered fine fibers were fully exposed, gruesome and piercing to the eye, making one's scalp tingle.

The more she cleaned, the heavier Qin Bore's heart became. 4

She clearly discovered that Lin Yuan's body……had not only countless cold-weapon blade wounds.

There were also impact bruises; on his chest, abdomen, shoulders, back, and waist, several embedded bullet wounds of varying depths lay hidden.

These bullets had not penetrated his body; they were firmly lodged between flesh and bone, the surface wounds already initially clotted and scabbed, but the bullets remained deep in the tissue, continually pressing on blood vessels and nerves.

This was also the core reason for his ongoing blood loss, high fever coma, and weak breathing.

Qin Bore dared not slacken in the slightest; her movements were steady and swift, strictly following battlefield emergency standard procedure4.

She first used povidone-iodine to disinfect the wound edges in a circular motion, thoroughly isolating bacteria and eliminating infection risk,

Then Qin Bore took out sterile tweezers and a specialized bullet-extraction tool, her fingertips steady as rock, without a hint of tremor.

She gently lifted the torn, turned flesh of the wound, slowly probing along the bullet's trajectory.

This process was extremely gentle, avoiding blood vessels and nerves as much as possible to lessen his pain.

Even if the motion were ever so slight, the moment it tugged at the deep wound, Lin Yuan's body……still unconsciously twitched slightly.

Lin Yuan's brows knotted tightly, his lips pressed faintly, betraying unbearable pain, yet he remained unconscious.

Watching his instinctive reaction to endure the pain, Qin Bore felt a sour ache she could hardly bear, yet she dared not pause her movements.

The metal instrument……emitted a faint crisp sound as it touched the bullet; she precisely clamped the bullet lodged deep in the tissue, smoothly pulling it along the entry track, bit by bit separating the deformed brass bullet from flesh and blood.

The moment the first bullet was removed……

The pooled blood that had accumulated deep in Lin Yuan's wound……spurted out together with fresh blood in an instant.

Scarlet blood flowed freely across the skin, instantly staining the white medical gauze red.

Fresh blood gushed, shocking to the sight, the bloody smell assailing her nostrils.

She quickly pressed gauze to staunch the bleeding, cleared the overflowing blood, then repeated the process, handling each remaining embedded bullet in turn.

The second, third, fourth……

Exactly four deformed pistol bullet heads were successively extracted by her with precision.

Each bullet's surface……was coated with fresh red flesh, retaining the warmth of body heat, lying still in the sterile tray, a shocking sight.

After all bullet heads were thoroughly cleaned, Qin Bore began suturing those deep knife wounds that had turned outward and torn.

The medical suture needle was fine and sharp, threading sterile suture line, dancing flexibly in her hand.

Her technique was meticulous and neat, with even stitch spacing; each puncture, threading, and knot was precise and professional, maximizing closure of damaged flesh and minimizing scar probability.

The floor beside the sofa quickly piled up a heap of blood‑stained gauze and discarded dressings.

The tray held blood mixed with filth and bullet fragments, the whole room filled with a faint medicinal bloody odor.

The entire process was long and agonizing.

Qin Bore remained bent over, fully focused on the operation, daring not to be distracted in the slightest.

Beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, the hair at her temples slightly damp and sticking to her fair cheeks.

The lengthy cleansing and suturing finally drew to a close,

Warm yellow light fell softly; the only sounds in the room were the faint clink of equipment and steady breathing.

Just as Qin Bore lowered her head, focused on suturing the last long wound on his waist and abdomen…

Lin Yuan, who had lain comatose on the sofa, finally felt his consciousness slowly return from the endless darkness.

The first to return was sensation.

Lin Yuan's body……covered in countless wounds……sent waves of fine, sharp burning pain.

It felt like countless fine needles……repeatedly piercing the flesh, every inch of skin……was sore and weak with fatigue, while the bone joints were filled with the dull ache of overexertion after battle.

Next, Lin Yuan's blurred vision……gradually tore open the darkness, hazy light and shadow……slowly came into focus in his pupils.

The clamor of battle and gunfire beside his ears had long faded, leaving only the quiet sounds of the room.

His head felt heavy and swollen, like just waking from a hangover.

Lin Yuan's eyelids were too heavy to lift; he struggled for several seconds before barely lifting his heavy lids.

Warm light instantly flooded his eyes, making him squint slightly, his muddled consciousness clearing bit by bit.

His gaze slowly drifted downward, he blankly……took in the unfamiliar yet refined living room, a faint scent of disinfectant mingling with a light fragrance lingering at his nostrils.

This……was Qin Bore's unique scent.

But the next second, the feeling of cold air touching his skin made his whole body tense suddenly.

Something's off.

He had not a scrap of clothing to cover himself, completely naked, his wounds fully exposed to the air.

This realization……instantly dispelled much of Lin Yuan's drowsiness.

His lingering drowsiness……vanished completely without a trace.

His pupils contracted slightly, his cheeks instantly flushed red.

From his ear tips to his neck, a scorching crimson quickly spread, even his earlobes burning hot.

He had fought for years, his body covered in blade and spear scars; no matter how fierce the combat or how piercing the pain……he had never been moved in the slightest.

But now……Lin Yuan lay naked on the sofa, being closely examined and tended to by someone.

An extreme sense of embarrassment and shame……instantly swept over his entire body.

Especially before him……Qin Bore was kneeling.

An absolutely beautiful, cold woman……half‑kneeled on the ground, lowering her eyelids.

Qin Bore was attentively……tending to the wounds on Lin Yuan's waist and abdomen.

Qin Bore's side profile was soft and refined, her long lashes drooping, casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks; every movement was gentle and meticulous.

Lin Yuan's whole body……instantly stiffened and tensed, as if all his blood rushed to his head, leaving him embarrassed and at a loss.

He didn't have time to think, his arm shot up instinctively, clumsily covering his vital parts……

Lin Yuan's fingertips Y^……turned pale from tension.

He stiffly turned his head aside, daring not to look again at the woman before him.

The air instantly gained a subtle awkwardness.

His Adam's apple gave a dry gulp, his heartbeat went haywire.

Lin Yuan's originally steady, cold voice……carried a hint of hoarseness and barely concealed nervousness:

"You……"

The faint movement made Qin Bore, who was focused on treating the wound, pause her hand.

Qin Bore slowly lifted her gaze, her clear beautiful eyes……lightly sweeping over his fully flushed, flustered appearance.

Seeing Lin Yuan clearly badly wounded, pallid and weak, yet still forcing himself to raise his hand to cover himself, embarrassed and flustered.

Qin Bore let out a breath, "You're awake."

Qin Bore looked at Lin Yuan's embarrassed state.

Her voice was clear, soft, and gentle, with a hint of soothing, breaking the room's awkwardness:

"You're hurt like this, your whole body covered in blade and bullet wounds—what's there to hide?"

She set down the suturing needle in her hand, her fingertips……lightly brushing over the neatly arranged medical gauze beside her.

Qin Bore's tone was gentle yet firm, brooking no selfishness:

"Don't move around, lie still. I'll first clean and medicate your remaining wounds, stitch them up; otherwise infection could set in, with serious consequences."

Speaking, she leaned forward again, her motions still gentle and careful, fearing even slight force would tug at his many wounds.

In her clear eyes……only heartfelt concern and focus remained, with no extra thoughts.

The warm medical cotton swab……lightly brushed over the skin at Lin Yuan's sutured waist and abdomen, the faint touch transmitting, making his already tense body even more uneasy and hard to bear.

Lin Yuan stiffly turned his head, the crimson at his ear lobes slow to fade; even though his body still sent waves of piercing, burning pain, it could not outweigh the embarrassment inside him.

Lin Yuan bit his dry lips, using his weak strength, he spoke hoarsely and awkwardly, his voice raspy and feeble, still tinged with lingering nervousness:

"No need to trouble yourself……I can handle it myself."

At this moment his body was limp and powerless; even lifting his hand would aggravate his wounds with intense pain—he simply lacked the ability to care for himself.

Yet Lin Yuan still forced himself……trying to preserve the last shred of dignity.

He did not want Qin Bore……to continue attending to his naked body at such close range.

Qin Bore's hand suddenly paused, she lifted her eyes to look at his feigned toughness, truly a face full of embarrassment……

A hint of teasing flickered in Qin Bore's cool brows and eyes……

Her usually steady, calm voice……gained a touch of playful frankness,

Qin Bore bluntly teased back: "What are you panicking about? This young lady has certainly seen men before."

Just moments ago full of embarrassment and stiff‑bodied, Lin Yuan instantly froze completely, standing there stunned.

A simple sentence, lightly falling into the quiet living room, struck like a small stone, hard into Lin Yuan's heart.

After a brief pause of just a few seconds.

A sudden, inexplicable sour taste surged up from Lin Yuan's heart without warning,

Lin Yuan felt particularly uncomfortable.

He stared blankly for a moment, his gaze unconsciously turning back, landing straight on Qin Bore's exquisite, beautiful face; his pupils slightly contracted, his mind went blank.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly; his originally hoarse voice carried a hint of awkwardness, nitpicking, and grievance.

Lin Yuan stared blankly as he asked again, the sourness in his tone impossible to hide:

"Ah? Have you... seen other men?"

He had seen countless dangerous scenes, always emotionally steady and calm-natured.

Lin Yuan had never experienced such childish, awkward emotions.

But upon hearing Qin Bore's words just now, Lin Yuan's possessive desire... was instantly aroused, a sour jealousy sweeping over him like a flood.

What does she mean by that?

As her words fell, Lin Yuan's thoughts uncontrollably scattered, his heart filled with countless speculations and jealousy.

Upon thinking of this, that sour feeling grew even stronger, firmly lodged in his heart. 4

Even though his body was covered in severe wounds and intense pain, he couldn't spare any attention to the pain right now; all his focus fell on Qin Bore.

Lin Yuan's eyes held a hint of stubborn inquiry as he quietly waited for her answer; he looked childish yet sincere, completely lacking the overbearing fierceness of the Blood-Soaked Killing God.

Could it be that before me, she had interacted with other men? Even... dated a boyfriend?

Qin Bore lowered her eyes... looking at the sourness, nitpicking, and slight grievance she could not hide in his eyes.

In her cool brows and eyes... lay a myriad of tiny smiles, as if she had discovered something interesting and novel.

Qin Bore deliberately slowed her movements, stopped the medicinal application in her hands, and slightly lifted her eyes, 4

Her clear, bright beautiful eyes... blinked lightly, her tone carrying a hint of playful laziness, she slowly spoke to tease him:

"Yeah, I've seen quite a lot of men."

That light, casual sentence, without a ripple, was like a basin of cool water poured straight onto Lin Yuan's heart.