Chapter 277: I Could Do That
Yuche looked around at the room, taking in the boxes of medication covering the floor, the stacks of saline bags against the wall, and enough surgical supplies to open a small hospital before turning back to me.
"The first thing I need is somewhere to stand," he said with a slight smirk on his face. His expression was soft, but I could definitely hear the amusement in his voice.
And for a moment, I had no idea what he was talking about.
I had given him everything, exactly as promised, and now he was complaining because there was too much of it?!? Who did that?!
Then I tried to step closer to the bed and nearly put my foot through a box of syringes.
Okay.
Fine.
He might have had a point.
But only a small one.
"Tell me exactly what you need, and I’ll put everything else away," I grumbled under my breath, already returning several boxes to my space before he had the chance to answer.
Yuche began listing supplies while examining Lingyun’s wound.
He asked for saline, tubing, sterile water, antiseptic, gauze, gloves, antibiotics, fever medication, and equipment to monitor Lingyun’s pulse and temperature. Every time he named something, I produced several different versions because I didn’t know which one was best and refused to discover later that I had put away the only useful option.
When I placed three kinds of antibiotics beside Lingyun’s leg, Yuche looked at the growing collection and then at me. "A broad-spectrum one would have been enough," he said, shaking his head. "How did I not know that you were this cute when you were panicked."
I glared at him, even as I felt a blush growing on my cheeks. "That doesn’t tell me jack shit," I replied. "I don’t know what most of this stuff is. I just took whatever I could."
Yuche didn’t bother to reply, only gave me that same smile that he gave me in bed just yesterday. "Fix him," I muttered, pointing to Lingyun. "Nothing happens until he opens his eyes."
Nodding his head, Yuche returned his attention to Lingyun without arguing, proving once again that he had at least some survival instinct remaining after sleeping with me.
I cleared enough space for him to move around the bed, but kept anything that looked remotely useful within reach. Yuche cleaned the blood from around the bite and examined the torn flesh while I opened packaging, passed him supplies, and watched for any sign that Lingyun could feel what was happening.
There was nothing.
The antiseptic should have made him flinch, curse, or threaten to set the room on fire. Instead, his face remained still while Yuche flushed the wound. His breathing was shallow, his skin was too hot, and the only movement came from the slow rise and fall of his chest.
Yuche checked his pulse again before glancing toward the doorway. "I need Zhou Chenghai," he admitted at last.
My head snapped up even as I started frantically shaking my head. "No," I snapped. "Absolutely not. Not happening. Not today, not tomorrow, not five years from now. He isn’t stepping in this room until Lingyun opens his eyes and tells me that everything is okay."
"I understand how you feel," he replied and I hated the fact that his calm voice just reminded me how much I was spinning out of control. "But I’m not a medic, I’m not a doctor, or a healer, or anything that Lingyun needs right now. I know how to fix people after a fight between gangs. I can stitch myself up, but none of that is going to help Lingyun. Chenghai, on the other hand, was a soldier. He knows how to start an IV, and he has more experience treating field injuries than either of us. He is Lingyun’s best chance in this house."
"I have instructions and every piece of medical equipment you could possibly ask for," I shot back, my hands starting to tremble as I took a step toward Lingyun on the bed, only to step right back. Having emotions was fucking bullshit.
0/10
Would not recommend.
"Instructions aren’t experience," Yuche replied. I could see the pity in his eyes, but I also knew that he wasn’t going to back down.
"I can learn," I almost screamed desperately. "I can figure it out. I promise I can. Just don’t call Zhou Chenghai. Please. I’m begging you."
Yuche finally stopped what he was doing and looked at me fully. "Do you want to learn by pushing a needle into Lingyun’s arm? What happens if you get it wrong? What happens if something that you did to him, or didn’t do to him was the reason why Lingyun would never wake up again?"
That attack was completely unfair, but we both knew that he was right. I would never forgive myself if I had done something to Lingyun.
So, instead, I would put up with Zhou Chenghai.
Besides, I could always kill him after if needed.
My gaze moved toward the bedroom door, where the baby vine had stretched itself across the frame like a living lock. Somewhere downstairs, unfamiliar people were moving through my property, and Xu Zhenlan was hopefully doing what I had ordered instead of standing around offering opinions no one had asked for.
"I don’t trust Zhou Chenghai," I muttered. It wasn’t like I really needed to say it again, Yuche knew how I felt. But I needed to say the words out loud.
"You don’t have to trust him," Yuche replied, keeping his voice calm even though I could hear the warning buried underneath it. "You only have to let him do what he knows how to do while you stand close enough to kill him if anything goes wrong."
That made far more sense than asking me to trust anyone, and I felt my shoulders drop. "Okay," I agreed. Then, I looked toward the baby vine. "Let him in, but stay close. Kill him if he so much as blinks wrong."
"Is it possible to blink wrong?" mused Yuche as his shoulders dropped in relief, too. "I’m going to have to now reevaluate everything I do. What about breathing? Can I do that wrong, too?"
I narrowed my eyes. "It’s entirely possible. I suggest that you don’t do it."
"Ah," purred Yuche, his voice dropping an octave. "But if I can’t breathe, how could I possibly eat you out until you are screaming my name? Then again, that would be a perfect way to die.... with my face buried in your pussy."
My face turned bright red as I froze at the dark promise of his words.
Before I could reply, the door opened, and Zhou Chenghai appeared less than a minute later. Either he had been waiting in the hall or he had moved very quickly when Yuche called him. His eyes went directly to Lingyun before shifting to the equipment still covering half the room.
Right.
Lingyun.
I had to get my mind out of the gutter and deal with Lingyun first.
I could do that.
