Despite his reluctance, Number One was at a disadvantage, so he had to submit, "Help me up first."
Setting her hands on One’s shoulders, Ye Ranran helped him get up.
"Next, help me take off my shirt."
Ye Ranran didn’t immediately do so and instead scrutinized the bullet wound, "Why don’t I cut off the area of your shirt that got injured?"
It was a little uncomfortable being in a room alone with a man without a shirt on.
She cared a lot about her reputation.
"I have other wounds on my body. Just remove the shirt, I’m still wearing my trousers, no?" One bit back through gritted teeth.
"I was merely concerned that your physique might be underwhelming," Ye Ranran replied as she removed the jacket he was wearing and began unbuttoning the shirt underneath.
If it was any other woman saying those words, One would have given her a piece of his mind. But when the speaker turned out to be Ye Ranran, he zipped his lips.
After all, she had another identity: Jun Mochan’s woman.
Whether intentionally or not, her fingers brushed against his chest, making One’s heart beat faster.
Once he realized what he was thinking, he swiftly quashed those thoughts.
Ye Ranran wasn’t as calculative as him, and she certainly didn’t mean to fluster him. It was an unconscious act.
As the area around the wound was coated in dried blood, the shirt was stuck to it. A slight tug caused fresh blood to pour out.
Ye Ranran hesitated slightly, "This might hurt a bit, bear with it."
"Understood. Enough with the talk, just do it," One said impatiently.
He asked for it, so Ye Ranran yanked the shirt hard, causing One to grunt in pain from the reopened wound.
"Did you do that on purpose?"
Ye Ranran feigned innocence, "You asked me to hurry up, and this was the quickest way."
"Alright, now give me a hand, I need to remove the bullet," One said, pulling out tools like a knife and pliers from his pocket.
Ye Ranran glanced again at his pocket, which was flush against his clothing, hiding its depth. So she didn’t even notice earlier that it held these kinds of items.
One cut away the flesh around the wound, as easily as if it wasn’t his own flesh he was cutting.
If it weren’t for the cold sweat covering his forehead, Ye Ranran would have thought that he could genuinely feel no pain.
"Shouldn’t you sterilize your wound?" Wouldn’t it easily get infected ?
"The instruments have been sterilized, and as for the wound, didn’t you pour a lot of liquor on it?"
Ye Ranran blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Quickly, she realized something was off.
"You were conscious at that time?" Oh no, she had carried him back all the way, like a sack of potatoes.
"I was aware," One corrected her.
Ye Ranran felt like giving him a good kick, but seeing how shaky his hand was while extracting the bullet, she dropped that idea.
Using all his strength, One managed to remove the bullet, and fresh blood started to flow incessantly from the wound.
Ye Ranran quickly stopped the bleeding and wrapped up the wound in the end.
"I’ll take the bed tonight, and you sleep on the floor," Ye Ranran said with a conflicted look.
Apart from Jun Mochan, she had never shared a room with a man, even though he was Jun Mochan’s subordinate.
But, he was still a man.
"I’ll sleep here, you get another room," One demanded stubbornly.
"Fine, you sleep on the bed," Ye Ranran conceded without further argument.
Competing with a sick man over a bed would be beneath her.