Chapter 080: Healing Wounds

From the situation, it seemed that the girl's pantyhose had likely adhered to her wound. If they were removed directly, it might touch the wound and cause more bleeding.

Lin Yi frowned. There were no emergency surgical tools in the room. When he had taken off the girl's leather pants earlier, Lin Yi had touched a hard object, which he guessed was a dagger. With no other tools available, Lin Yi could only use this dagger.

Picking up the leather pants from the floor, Lin Yi took out the dagger inside and tested its feel by waving it in the air. He then began to cut the pantyhose with the dagger.

Lin Yi was an expert with knives. Since the age of six, he had practiced close combat with daggers under his master. This was also one of the most commonly used weapons in combat.

Lin Yi only used the tip of the dagger to lift the fibers of the pantyhose, ensuring he wouldn't damage anything else. After a few cuts, the pantyhose turned into pieces, and Lin Yi casually peeled them off and threw them aside.

Under the pantyhose, Lin Yi finally saw the location of the wound! It was at the root of the right thigh! However, it had already been bandaged, but the bleeding was not effectively stopped. Otherwise, the girl wouldn't have gone to the pharmacy to buy Kang Shen's wound medicine.

Apart from the bandage, the girl's lower body was only covered by a pair of underwear. However, Lin Yi had no other thoughts at this moment. Lin Yi was not a pervert, and for a woman covered in blood, even if she were as beautiful as a celestial being, he wouldn't be interested in that way.

Using the dagger, Lin Yi carefully cut open the bandage on the girl's leg and began to examine the wound.

The wound was indeed severe, but Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, as it had not damaged the femoral artery. Otherwise, without professional surgical equipment, he could only send her to the hospital, and whether she could survive the trip was another matter.

The wound was triangular, clearly made by a sharp object like a triangular knife. Due to its shape, ordinary hemostatic drugs would find it difficult to stop the bleeding without proper suturing.

From the current situation, it was likely that the girl had bandaged herself after being injured, but found that the wound did not heal and continued to bleed. Out of desperation, she went to the pharmacy to buy Kang Shen's wound medicine, but didn't manage to buy it. On her way back, she finally fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Lin Yi understood the girl's actions. The profession of a killer was very special. Even when injured, they rarely went to the hospital, preferring to handle it themselves to minimize the risk of exposure.

Understanding the girl's condition, Lin Yi could now treat her appropriately. Although the wound was deep, it had not damaged the artery or tendons, so it wasn't a major issue.

Lin Yi stood up and took out the traditional Chinese medicine he had bought from the pharmacy, quickly grinding the herbs in a container. This was something he was very familiar with. In the North African jungle, his herbal medicine was the most welcome thing among his teammates, and Lin Yi always had to grind a bagful to meet the demand.

The previous bandage was no longer usable, as it was soaked in blood. Since the incident was sudden, Lin Yi had not prepared anything. Now, he had to consider using something else as a substitute.

Although his school uniform was freshly changed in the morning, Lin Yi did not want to tear a piece off to bandage the female killer. He walked to the bathroom and saw a disposable disinfectant towel on the shelf. Next to it was a small price tag, which read 40 yuan.

These disposable disinfectant towels, when bought in bulk, would not cost more than 20 yuan, but in the hotel, the price was doubled. Of course, the hotel also provided regular towels, but they were not disposable.

These towels were provided for those with a cleanliness obsession, and were not mandatory.

Lin Yi took one of these disinfectant towels, which could勉强 serve as a bandage.

He sprinkled the ground medicine on the girl's wound, and a faint moan came from her mouth, likely due to the medicine touching the wound. However, Lin Yi ignored her; applying medicine always hurts.

After applying the medicine, Lin Yi tore the disposable towel into several pieces and skillfully bandaged the girl's wound.

"Phew!" Lin Yi sighed in relief, finally finishing. Now, it seemed that the girl had only lost a lot of blood. If the bleeding was stopped now, her chances of survival were still high.

Of course, killers generally have a strong will to live. Lin Yi roughly saw that the girl had already saved her life. After waking up, she would be weak, but there would be no major issues.

Having taken care of the female killer, Lin Yi began to attend to his own matters. Earlier, he had prepared the medicine for the girl in a hurry, only making the exact amount needed. He still needed to treat his own wound!

This required grinding, which was not a problem, but the medicine for Yang Huaijun needed to be slowly simmered. Each herb had to be added in a specific order and at specific times, with no room for error. Otherwise, although the components of the Chinese medicine would be similar, the efficacy would be greatly reduced, and the expected results would not be achieved.

This was also why Lin Yi did not give the formula to Yang Huaijun and prepared the medicine himself. On one hand, this formula was not as easy to prepare and simmer as the pain-relief medicine he had given him earlier. The pain-relief medicine only required buying the herbs listed in the formula and grinding them together, but simmering was different.

On the other hand, Lin Yi did not want the formula to be leaked. Although he trusted Yang Huaijun, he was afraid that Yang Huaijun might inadvertently reveal it, which could cause a significant stir in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Lin Yi set up the alcohol stove and the clay pot in a flat spot and began to simmer the medicine for Yang Huaijun. Although the hotel provided electrical appliances for boiling tea, simmering Chinese medicine with fire was better.

Simmering medicine was a tedious task, but for Lin Yi, who often wove straw shoes at home, this was nothing.

Looking at the time on his phone, Lin Yi skillfully added the herbs to the clay pot one by one. After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yi heard a faint noise from behind him.

If not for Lin Yi's exceptionally sharp hearing, he wouldn't have noticed this slight sound while focusing on simmering the medicine.

Lin Yi did not turn around. He was at a critical moment in simmering the medicine and couldn't be distracted. He held a few herbs in his hand and watched the time on his phone.

Lin Yi knew that the girl might have woken up, but he had no time to deal with her. If she could quietly leave after waking up, that would be fine. Once out of this room, they would never recognize each other again. Lin Yi didn't expect the girl to be grateful to him.