2351: It's A Little Hard To Forget

It's A Little Hard To Forget

Every special forces soldier could perform simple suture surgeries. Picking out a thorn was a piece of cake. After picking out all three thorns, there were three balls of blood-stained cotton on the stainless steel plate. They were bright red and glaring.1

The thorns had indeed been deep inside her flesh. Fortunately, they weren't long. It wouldn't be a problem to disinfect the wounds with iodine.

There were different degrees of injuries on her face, palms, elbows, and knees. The most shocking thing was the injury to her calf. After a night, the bruise on her calf was green and purple. There were even purple spots of blood.

Without a word, Xia Jinyuan poured the saffron oil on his hand and rubbed his palms together until they were warm. Then, he massaged Ye Jian's calf.

Ye Jian didn't know when she bumped her calf. She lay on the bed and endured the pain as Xia Jinyuan massaged her calf. Eventually, her calf felt hot and comfortable.

"You don't have the experience of fighting alone in the jungle. J5 and the rest do. Why didn't they remind you to check if there are any injuries that need to be treated? If it's inconvenient to use saffron oil, you should still at least spray the wounds with analgesic spray.

"Your skin is fair to begin with. A slight bump will leave a green mark. Now, your subcutaneous tissue is bleeding. J5 should have reminded you to treat your wounds on the helicopter."

He lowered his voice. If one listened carefully, one could hear his anger.

Ye Jian didn't know if the medicinal oil had a hypnotic effect, but the warmth slowly crawled from her calves to her head. It was especially comfortable. She even slowly fell asleep.

Ye Jian listened to him casually. She smiled and replied, "It's alright. It's not as serious as the last time you kicked me. The bruises you left behind only disappeared after the new year."

Xia Jinyuan stopped rubbing her right hand. He felt helpless.

Ever since he was young, he wasn't afraid of anything. He was domineering in his family and outside. He had been like this for 10 to 20 years.

Until now, there was only one thing he was afraid of.

He didn't raise his head. He poured the saffron oil and massaged her calf again. He smiled helplessly and said, "Little Fox, you still remember that? What should I do? What can I do to make you forget?"

She was talking about the battle with the navy last year. He taught her a lesson for playing tricks on the battlefield. His goal was to let her remember that one shouldn't play tricks on the battlefield. Only true talents could thrive.

Unexpectedly, she still remembered it after more than two months. He was afraid that she would continue to bring up this matter.

"My boyfriend is ruthless. It's a little difficult to forget," Ye Jian replied vaguely. Lying on the bed, Ye Jian's breathing gradually became longer. When Xia Jinyuan raised his head and wanted to ask what he should do, he saw her gentle and beautiful sleeping face. She had already fallen asleep.

She was too tired. After two consecutive nights of high-intensity combat, she was now back by the side of the person who made her feel safe. She couldn't resist her drowsiness and fell asleep immediately.

Xia Jinyuan's hands didn't stop moving. He looked at her sleepy face and realized that she just mentioned it unintentionally. She wasn't actually arguing with him.

At the same time, he reminded himself that it was normal for them to have conflicts during training and combat. The problem this time had nothing to do with his comrades.

As for him… He was just a little shocked to see her injuries.

Although he was a little afraid, if he had to choose again, his choice would still be the same. It wouldn't change.

The room was very quiet. Xia Jinyuan didn't stop until the purple of her bruise went away.

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