Every special soldier would simply suture a minor operation. Picking out a thorn was a trivial matter. When all three thorns were picked out, there were three bloody cotton balls in the stainless steel plate.
The thorns pierced into her flesh were indeed very deep, but fortunately, they were not long, so it was easy to pick them out and disinfect the wound with iodine.
Her face, palms, elbows, and knees were all injured with different severity. The most shocking one was the bruise on her calf. After one night, the bruises had turned blue and purple, and there were many bruises here and there.
Without saying a word, Xia Jinyuan poured safflower oil on his hand, rubbed it hard until his palm became hot, and then applied it to Ye Jian’s calf, massaging the bruises.
Ye Jian didn’t even know when she was bruised. When she lay on the bed, she endured the pain as he massaged her bruises slowly. Her calf was burning hot; it was uncomfortable.
“You didn’t have the experience of fighting alone in the jungle. J5 and the others have. Why didn’t they remind you to check if you have any bruises that need to be treated? Even if it is not convenient to use safflower oil, you should at least spray some pain reliever.”
“You are already pale, to begin with; that’s why your bruises are so dark blue and purple even if it was just a light hit. It had hit the subcutaneous tissue and caused bleeding. J5 should remind you to deal with it when you were in the helicopter.”
His low-pitched voice was a little compressed, but she could still hear his anger when she listened carefully.
Perhaps the medicated oil had a hypnotic effect. The warm energy slowly crawled from her calf to her head, making her feel extraordinarily comfortable as she slowly dozed off.
Ye Jian couldn’t pay attention to what he said. With a smile at the corners of her mouth, she replied, “It’s not that bad. It’s not as serious as when you kicked me last time; the bruises you left on me when you kicked me a few times last time disappeared after a year.”
Xia Jinyuan’s right hand that was rubbing her bruises paused lightly; he felt helpless.
He had not been afraid of anything since he was young. He had always been not afraid of anything, at home or outside.
Until today. Today he had only one thing he was afraid of.
He didn’t look up. He poured more safflower oil and rubbed her bruised calf, and smiled helplessly, “Little Fox, you remembered it? What should I do? What can I do to make sure you forget it.”
She was talking about the battle with the Storm Commando during their training last year. To teach her not to play tricks on the battlefield, he took a vicious attempt to teach her a lesson. The purpose was to let her remember that she shouldn’t play clever tricks on the battlefield. She should fight with pure talent.
Unexpectedly, she still remembered it after more than two months, and now, he was afraid that she would mention it.
“Such a ruthless boyfriend, it’s a bit difficult to forget.” Speaking in a vague voice, Ye Jian, who was lying in bed, gradually breathed long. When Xia Jinyuan raised his head and wanted to ask her what he should do, he saw her sleeping face that was soft and beautiful. She had fallen asleep soundly.
She was too tired. She had been fighting intensively for two consecutive nights, and now returning to her harbor where she felt safer, she couldn’t beat her sleepiness, and she slept almost immediately.
Xia Jinyuan, who didn’t stop massaging, watched her sleep with the corners of her mouth rising slightly. It was only then he realized that she just mentioned the incident casually; she didn’t really take it to her heart.
He also reminded himself that it was normal for comrades to “bump” into each other during their training and combat. It was not an ill intention.
On the contrary, he… was somewhat shocked.
Although he was a little scared, if he had been given another chance to relive that day, his choice would still remain the same; it wouldn’t change.
The room was very quiet. They enjoyed the tranquility of time. Xia Jinyuan exchanged hands and kept massaging the purple bruises.
