Chapter 209: Pain in Your Body, Pain in My Hearthistorical

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Due to the severe abrasion, a large section of skin on her elbow had peeled off. Combined with the prolonged exposure, the area around the wound had started to swell and redden, indicating signs of infection. It needed immediate cleaning and treatment.

“Sixth Lord, could you please take her to the underground medical room?” Zou Lian withdrew his hand, his expression grave.

Shen Wan leaned against the back of the sofa chair, her face turning pale, and she was beginning to experience dizziness.

Zou Lian quickly retrieved a bottle of ginseng pills from the medicine kit and handed it to her. “Child, bite on this, try not to fall asleep.”

Shen Wan nodded, making a determined effort to stay awake.

Quan Ranting didn’t have time to consider anything else; he bent down and lifted her, rushing downstairs.

Zou Lian packed up the medicine kit and followed closely behind, coincidentally walking with Lushen.

“I haven’t seen this young lady before.” Mr. Zou pondered as he stroked his beard, a habitual gesture when he was curious. “Judging by Sixth Lord’s reaction, it seems he values her greatly.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called him in the middle of the night, let alone personally carried her to the underground room.

Furthermore, Quan Banting’s anxiety was evident and hard to conceal, which was the first time Zou Lian had seen him display such emotions.

Lushen pursed his lips, clearly disagreeing, and retorted, “She’s just a fo.. What’s there to value?”

“Young Seventh Lord, the way you say that.. Why does it sound a bit bitter?”

Lushen opened his mouth, about to argue, but Zou Lian, carrying the medicine kit on his back, left him behind and walked briskly away.

The underground medical room.

Although Zou Lian was more proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, he was also skilled in Western medicine.

At the moment, he was proficiently adjusting the ultrasonic wound-cleaning device. Before beginning, he cautioned, “Young lady, please place your hand up here. It might be a bit painful during the process, but endure it, and it will pass. But, don’t move around, understand?”

Shen Wan sat on a stool, feeling a bit weak from the loss of blood. She could only lean softly against Quan Banting’s chest.

She was seated, and he was standing, and in this arrangement, his stomach was in contact with her back.

The first sensation was firmness, clearly defined abdominal muscles that she had seen that night.

The second sensation was heat, a continuous flow of warmth mixed with the distinctive scent of male hormones, emitting a unique charm that was impossible to ignore.

Bearing this, she nodded at the elderly gentleman. “I understand.”

Quan Banting gently lifted her hand and placed it on the wound-cleaning platform, instructing Zou Lian, “Be quick.”

Zou Lian couldn’t help but find it amusing. Be had served Quan Banting for over a decade, and it was the first time he was being suspected of not being quick enough. It seemed that this young lady was indeed exceptional..

When the sound of the ultrasonic device started, the sudden pain made Shen Wan tremble violently. Remembering the instructions from the elderly gentleman, she had no choice but to clench her teeth. Despite the cold sweat soaking her back and her arm muscles spasming from the pain, she remained completely still, not even letting out a cry of pain.

Quan Banting had survived countless battles to reach where he was today, and he had experienced numerous injuries, but none of them had been as heart-wrenching as watching this moment.

As he watched Shen Wan’s stoic profile, he felt her pain as if it were his own, wishing he could endure it for her.

Bowever, in reality, all Quan Banting could do was provide her with a shoulder to lean on and reach out to tuck the damp hair on the side of her face behind her ear.

One minute..

Two minutes..

Five minutes..

The wound-cleaning process was not yet complete, but Quan Banting couldn’t bear it any longer. Be asked, “Bow much longer?”

Zou Lian kept his head down, his movements unaffected as he replied succinctly, “Almost done.”

Exactly seven minutes and fifty-two seconds, not particularly long, but for Quan Banting, it felt like an eternity, filled with nothing but torment. Besides enduring it, he could do nothing more.

Finally, the sound of the instrument ceased abruptly—

Zou Lian said, “It’s done..”