Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing

In the huge Mo family’s villa.

Lu Manman stood in the middle of the living room.

Mo Yuanxiu was lying on the ground, motionless. Ye Heng was sitting beside him, observing his condition. Butler Wang was on the phone, and although his voice was low, he spoke very clearly.

After Butler Wang hung up, Ye Heng said to him, “Help Ah Xiu upstairs.”

Butler Wang hurriedly nodded and helped him up.

Lu Manman watched as Mo Yuanxiu furrowed his brows. It was as if she had touched a wound on him, and he was enduring the pain.

The three of them walked past her.

Lu Manman was silent for half a minute before following him.

Ye Heng and Butler Wang carefully placed Mo Yuanxiu on his huge bed. Mo Yuanxiu’s face was even paler, and even his lips were pale. Sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he looked extremely weak.

After putting Mo Yuanxiu down, Butler Wang entered the bathroom, and Ye Heng took off his clothes.

The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding.

This chemistry was usually practiced.

Lu Manman bit her lip as she watched them from afar.

She was also looking at Mo Yuanxiu’s pale face.

Ye Heng had taken off Mo Yuanxiu’s clothes. His strong upper body was practically dyed red with blood, and there was a hideous wound at the bottom of his chest. It was a gunshot wound. Blood was seeping out continuously, and there were signs of inflammation around it.

Butler Wang got two warm towels from the bathroom.

Ye Heng pressed one of them against his wound as if to prevent him from bleeding.

Butler Wang was carefully cleaning the bloodstains on the other towel.

About ten minutes later.

A middle-aged man hurried in with a first aid kit and headed straight for Mo Yuanxiu.

Ye Heng looked at the private doctor and consciously left. “He was shot ten centimeters below his chest about four hours ago. He’s starting to show signs of pus now, and I don’t dare to remove the bullet for him, afraid that it would touch his heart.”

The middle-aged doctor nodded.

He pressed against Mo Yuanxiu’s wound.

Mo Yuanxiu groaned as if the sudden pain had caused him to wince.

“Ah Xiu, I’ll help you remove the bullet now. Bear with it,” the private doctor said calmly. He turned to Ye Heng and Butler Wang. “Ye Heng, help me remove the bullet. Butler Wang, get a towel for Ah Xiu to bite.”

“Yes.”

Everyone worked together well.

Lu Manman watched as Ye Heng opened the first aid kit.

He first handed the antiseptic solution to the private doctor.

The doctor disinfected Mo Yuanxiu’s wound, and his body began to tense up a little. He bit the towel hard and made unbearable sounds. Sweat poured down his face, and it even soaked his entire cheek. He looked so weak that he might die at any moment.

After disinfection, Ye Heng got on the scalpel and pliers.

The private doctor said to Mo Yuanxiu in a low voice, “Ah Xiu, bear with it while I take out the bullet.”

Mo Yuanxiu even nodded. Although the angle was not obvious, he had obviously heard him.

The private doctor removed the pus around the bullet and then picked up the forceps to remove it.

At that moment, Lu Manman could not help but close her eyes.