The more Mu Xingfeng threatened her , the more she felt that he must be seriously injured, and he didn’t want her to see it. He had done so much for her, even sneaking out from the Guard Team and taking a helicopter to Pingxi overnight to rescue her, but she didn’t even know how badly he was hurt. How could she allow herself to ignore him like that?
They stared at each other for a few seconds. Mu Xingfeng was the first to break, turning around to lift the blanket. "All right, An Ran, stop messing around. Hurry up and go to sleep. You need more rest right now..."
Before he finished his sentence, he was pushed down by An Ran.
It wasn’t that he was weak, he just didn’t expect the little girl to make such a fierce move on him. Caught off balance, he fell onto the bed.
"An Ran..." Mu Xingfeng quickly sat up, one hand holding the little woman to prevent her from falling, the other hand pressing down on her small hands in front of him, his eyes slightly complex.
"Mu—Xing—feng," An Ran called out word by word, "If you don’t let me see it, I’ll move out tomorrow and get a job to pay back your debt."
Mu Xingfeng looked at her determined little face and finally let go of her hand.
An Ran directly unbuttoned his shirt. When she saw the layers of bandages across Mu Xingfeng’s chest, her eyes gradually turned red.
Seeing her eyes redden, knowing that she felt sorry for him, warmed his heart, but he still couldn’t bear to let her see his wound.
An Ran sniffled, eyes unblinkingly fixed on him.
On Mu Xingfeng’s strong arm, bandages were draped diagonally, and below, white bandages wrapped around his firm chest.
An Ran, being a medical student, naturally knew that such bandaging meant the injury wasn’t on the shoulder.
Almost without hesitation, An Ran untied the top end of the bandage and started unwinding it circle by circle.
"An Ran, the wound has already healed..." Mu Xingfeng felt a bit heartbroken yet could not stop the stubborn little woman.
Finally, the entire bandage was removed. An Ran’s trembling hand took off the gauze that was tightly pressed against his chest. A round wound with burn edges was exposed, it was a gunshot wound, right in the center of his chest, only a few centimeters away from his heart. The wound had just healed, looking incredibly tender and fragile.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
She knew he was injured, but she didn’t expect it to be this severe. If the bullet had been just a little bit off or if the rescue had been a bit slower, he might have lost his life, wouldn’t he?
And this man in front of her had kept it from her all along, still rescuing her while injured. How could she ever repay such a kindness?
Her soft and delicate voice, heavy with nasal tone, tears falling as if money didn’t matter, such an An Ran made Mu Xingfeng’s heart ache immensely.
"Hey," Mu Xingfeng responded to her, reaching out his hand clumsily to wipe away her tears, gently coaxing her, "It’s all healed now, I’m fine."
An Ran took a deep sniff, wiped her tears with her hand, and looked earnestly at the man in front of her. "Mu Xingfeng, remember this, you must protect yourself and live well, otherwise... otherwise..."