Admiral, run, that bad boy is E

Shen Fan told himself again and again that as long as he confirmed Lin Jue's physical condition, he would leave immediately if there was no problem.

He was even prepared to explain himself if he was recognized.

He opened the door with all his energy.

But Lin Jue was not seen. There was no one on the treatment bed, but the sound of water came from the innermost compartment.

He is taking a shower.

Shen Fan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be confused if he cared. If something really went wrong, Lin would never come here alone.

He glanced again and saw the open treatment box.

Scattered on the side were several tubes of nutritional ointment that had been opened and eaten, as well as bloody gauze and bandages.

Sure enough, he was injured.

Shen Fan walked in quietly and saw the clothes placed at the end of the treatment bed.

He picked it up and inspected it. There were holes in the back, waist, abdomen, and even thighs, as if they had been pierced by some sharp instrument.

The blood on it has dried and condensed, turning black. It seems that the injury took place for a long time.

The combat uniform itself is of this color in order to cover up the wounds and prevent the enemy from seeing clearly the current situation.

Linjue probably used the treatment chamber to heal the skin.

But this kind of treatment is just a cover-up. The body has not healed and is still in a state of blood loss.

This method can only maintain vital signs for a short time and will not cause death due to excessive blood loss.

No wonder his face looks so bad.

Shen Fan had mixed feelings and put the clothes back into place.

The sound of water inside didn't stop, but the door suddenly opened.

"Who?"

Lin Jue's voice came from behind.

Shen Fan was startled. He kept his back turned and began to quickly clean up the table. He threw all the used things into the trash can, then took a mask from the treatment box and put it on.

"The teacher asked me to come and see if you need any other help?"

Shen Fan straightened up and turned around, deliberately speaking in a lowered voice to make his voice thicker and hoarse.

Lin Jue was naked at the door of the bathroom. There was only a disposable bath towel in the bathroom, which was very rough and not absorbent.

He wiped it and threw it away, using his close-fitting short sleeves as a towel to wipe his hair.

Linjue couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and could only confirm that this person was the mecha repairman who had just appeared with He Jian, and the voice sounded male.

As usual, mecha maintenance technicians do not have Omegas, so Lin Jue assumed that the person opposite him was an Alpha male.

So he walked out of the bathroom openly and naked.

"There's some gauze in the bathroom to clean up."

Linjue sat on the treatment bed, took out a pair of disposable underwear in the drawer and wore them.

This kind of underwear is just a fig leaf. It is neither close-fitting nor breathable, and it is extremely easy to break.

But Linjue had no choice. He could wear a combat uniform without short sleeves, but without underwear, it was very unfriendly to men.

Shen Fan glanced at him quickly and saw several suspicious purple-red spots on his body, and then walked into the bathroom to "clean".

The shower in the bathroom was fully turned on, the mist was rising, and there was a strong smell of blood.

There were a lot of untied gauze on the ground, and there was blood in them.

After being washed under the water, the original black blood clots began to melt and turned into dark red blood, which flowed little by little into the sewer.

Shen Fan turned off the shower and threw all the gauze into the trash can next to the toilet.

Then he took out the garbage bags and threw them into the medical trash can.

Linjue listened to the whispering sound, and his eyes that had been asleep opened again.

"come here."

Lin Jue's voice was cold. He was not completely dry yet, and his semi-wet hair was even dripping with water.

He was sitting half-reclined, and his beautiful and tight muscles were quite spectacular.

Except for those few "wounds" that are a bit unsightly.

Shen Fan "obediently" walked over.

"Do you have any practical medical experience?" Linjue asked while finding disposable medical gloves and a scalpel handle from the medical box.

Shen Fan knew what he was going to do, but it was too risky.

To completely treat "internal injuries", it is necessary to open the healed wound to create a "leak" to release the congestion and necrotic tissue fluid.

Before Shen Fan could speak, Linjue had already issued another instruction.

"No, it doesn't matter. Just know how to wipe the blood. Don't let the blood get on the bed. Do you understand?"

Lin Jue glanced at Shen Fan and confirmed again. Shen Fan nodded.

He found a disposable pad in the medical box, spread it under Lin Jue's legs, and took out a large amount of medical gauze for later use.

Lin Jue saw his skillful movements and thought he was someone who had been trained, which would be much more convenient.

He pulled out a sterile razor blade, mounted it on a scalpel handle, and aimed it at the best-treated wound on his leg.

While Shen Fan was still looking for anesthesia patches, Lin Jue had already performed the surgery.

After groaning, dark red blood dripped from his thigh.

Shen Fan quickly pressed the edge of the wound with gauze and sucked away the "blood congestion".

"Why not use anesthesia patches?"

There was a hint of reproach in Shen Fan's tone unconsciously, and he even forgot to pretend.

Lin Jue was concentrating on fighting against the pain in his body and did not listen carefully to Shen Fan's voice. After the worst period of pain passed, he said, "You can't use the anesthesia patch. I have to leave right away."

Leaving soon? It’s already like this, still want to leave?

How to go? It must have come and gone the same way.

There will be numbness in the hands and feet as a side effect within 24 hours after using the anesthesia patch, which is extremely detrimental to controlling the mecha.

Shen Fan was puzzled. All the people in the alliance were dead, and the old guys in the military department couldn't carry the knife anymore. After Lin felt such an injury, he still had to secretly treat it and go back to continue to work hard.

"Press and hold!"

Linjue found that Shen Fan was distracted, and blood flowed along the inner side of his thigh and toward his disposable underwear.

He quickly pressed his hand hard on the wound.

Shen Fan felt that the muscles at the wound were twitching due to pain, and his scalp became numb.

Doesn't it hurt?

It must have hurt a lot.

Shen Fan himself had done this several times and had a deep understanding of it.

But Lin Jue's hand was very strong, pressing his hand and not letting him relax.

"If you're scared, close your eyes."

Lin Jue felt the other person's "nervousness" and looked at the eyes inside through the lenses of the polarizer.

Familiarity is coming.

It seemed like that person, Lin Jue had the urge to take off his glasses.

But I thought it was impossible. Not to mention whether that person could pass the special move, even if he could, there was no way he could become He Jian's student so quickly.

"It should be fine." Shen Fan interrupted Lin Jue's gaze, "Let's apply the medicine."

Linjue let go of his hand.

A wound less than one centimeter does not require suturing. The dark red blood has turned into blood red. Then it only needs to be disinfected and taped with sterile gauze.

Shen Fan finished the rest of the work quickly, but this was only the beginning.

Lin felt it on his abdomen and even on his back near his shoulder blades.

The muscles in the abdomen were thinner and softer than those in the thighs. Lin felt that if he bent over and exerted force, the skin of the wound would fold.

He handed the knife to Shen Fan.

"You come, I will bear the consequences myself."

After Lin Jue finished speaking, he lay down. His chest rose and fell a few times while he held his breath, making the muscles in his abdomen appear and his skin tighten instantly.

Before, no other man would have exposed such a toned body to him.

Shen Fan would either praise the boy for his good training, or jokingly scold me for not liking male sex.

But now, his heart began to race and sweat formed on his forehead.

His fingers pressed the skin around Lin Jue's wound.

"Do it." Linjue urged him.

Shen Fan concentrated his mind and cut the purple skin with the blade.

Lin Jue hummed, and Shen Fan pressed the wound with gauze.

Through the thin rubber gloves, he could still feel the abdominal muscles beginning to rise and fall violently, solid and flexible.

……