The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

The lights had just been turned off, and my eyes hadn't adapted to the dimness, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

Nan Xiao was anxious and didn't dare to touch Han Yuan, for fear of accidentally pressing on the other's wound, so he could only ask in a hoarse voice.

"Are you hurt? Where did you get hurt? How did you get hurt?"

After asking repeatedly, he finally remembered that he should get the medicine box first.

"It's okay, wait for a while, I remember I brought medicine to stop the bleeding and a bandage, I'll go get it..."

The wrist was firmly held in the palm of the hand, Nan Xiao struggled for a while but did not struggle, just when he was about to speak, he heard Han Yuan's deep voice.

"It's just a small wound... There are soldiers guarding outside, Yue Huaiying didn't go far, wait a while and get up to treat the wound."

Han Yuan's voice sounded the same as usual, so it shouldn't be a serious injury.

Nan Xiao settled down, took a deep breath to calm down, he didn't dare to move, he could only let Han Yuan hug him like a big dog.

"Don't... won't you touch the wound?"

"No, the injury is on the back...it's really just a minor injury, don't worry, Your Highness."

Nan Xiao felt that Han Yuan's concept of "little injury" was not quite the same as his concept of "little injury", but now he had no other choice but to wait quietly.

"How did you get hurt, someone found out?"

"On the way back, I saw someone entering Yue Huaiying's tent to spread the news, so I waited outside for a while. I wanted to knock the person who spread the news unconscious and take him away, but Yue Huaiying found out."

Nan Xiao's eyelids twitched: "He found out that you are Han Yuan?!"

"That's not true. I'm wearing a cloak that covers my face and uses a voice changer. He can't recognize it."

Han Yuan comforted and rubbed the black hair of the young man who dared not move in his arms, and continued softly.

"He sent a team of soldiers after him, and someone fired a shot, so..."

"So you were shot?"

"Ah."

Nan Xiao was furious and gritted his teeth.

"So you call the gunshot wound a minor injury?!"

"It's just a back shoulder injury. It's not a fatal injury. It didn't even bleed much. Of course it's a minor injury."

Nan Xiao was both angry and distressed, and no longer argued with him: "It's almost time, no matter how slow Yue Huaiying walks, it's time to leave for a while. I'll get up to get the medicine box without turning on the light."

"Ah."

Nan Xiao pulled Han Yuan's arm around him, motioning for him to let go, then got up lightly, and carried the whole medicine box onto the bed.

"Get up, don't move... Are the bullets still in there?"

"Ah."

Nan Xiao pulled the curtains of the room tightly. Turning on the light for too long in the middle of the night would make people suspicious. He could only turn on the light screen, and gently tore off the cloth on Han Yuan's wound with a little light. .

A bullet-sized blood hole, the wound was not deep, but the bullet remained inside, the surrounding skin was already a little inflamed, red and swollen, and the wound was still bleeding out.

"...I took out the bullet with tweezers and then sterilized it. Because there is no anesthetic, it may be very painful. You have to bear with it."

He sterilized the tweezers with alcohol. He really didn't have the conditions for surgery, so he had to keep things simple.

The tweezers penetrated into the flesh, and he could feel Han Yuan's body tense instantly, and the knuckles of the hand beside him turned white, and he clasped the edge of the bed tightly.

In the dim light, the blood from the wound was almost black, which looked shocking.

"Han Yuan."

Han Yuan turned his face to look at him, his jaw line was tense, and the silver-white hair on his forehead was already slightly stained with sweat.

But the other party's expression was calm, and he didn't utter a word of pain, and even a comforting smile flashed in his eyes, coaxing him softly.

"Well, it's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

For some reason, Nan Xiao suddenly remembered the time when he first met Han Yuan in the holographic game.

At that time, Han Yuan was still a little dragon cub, who was dying from two gunshot wounds.

When he treated the wound of the unconscious little dragon cub, the other party seemed to be doing the same thing, clenching his teeth tightly, and didn't make a sound no matter how painful it was.

The bullet was taken out, stained with scarlet blood, and placed on the bedside table with a crisp sound.

Nan Xiao quickly pressed the alcohol cotton ball on the wound, and went to get the hemostatic powder with one hand. When he twisted the bottle cap, he realized that his fingertips were shaking violently.

When taking out the bullet, he had to concentrate on it, but now that he was able to think about it, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest.

How many times did Han Yuan have to be wounded to be able to do what he is doing now, without anesthesia and poor conditions, he can still smile and comfort others after being wounded by a gunshot wound?

If this was a case of a textbook hero, he might feel awe.

But now that this is his real boyfriend, the emotions that surged from the bottom of his heart became more distressed.

The tails of Nan Xiao's eyes were slightly red, and with trembling fingertips, he unscrewed the cap of the powder bottle and poured the powder onto the wound.

The pale yellow medicine powder melted into the bloody opening. Nan Xiao caught a glimpse of the bulging veins on the back of Han Yuan's hand, and immediately stretched out his hand to cover it.

"...Xiao Xiao?"

Nan Xiao held Han Yuan's hand and put down the medicine bottle.

"In the future, you don't have to comfort me by saying that this is a minor injury."

He didn't wait for Han Yuan to speak, but hurried on.

"In my opinion, this is not a minor injury. I know, maybe your leader is like this. If you are injured on the battlefield, it is impossible to tell your subordinates how bad your injury is, for fear of shaking the morale of the army."

"But I'm not your subordinate, and I'm not just your colleague."

"I'm your boyfriend, so you should tell me if you feel a little pain or discomfort, even if you cut your hand while cooking or make a small cut, you should tell me."

"I think I can bear it well...you tell me directly, so I won't be scared."

Han Yuan's breathing was slightly heavy, and he was silent for a few moments without answering.

Nan Xiao pursed his lips: "What's the matter, do you think I'm wrong?"

"No."

Maybe it was because he had endured so much that the other party's voice was a little hoarse.

"Xiao Xiao is right...I understand."

"Then I'm going to get the bandage. If it hurts too much during the bandage, will you tell me?"

"Ah."

A few minutes later, Nan Xiao tore off a large piece of bandage, ready to bandage Han Yuan.

As soon as the bandage was attached to Han Yuan's wound, he heard a "hiss" from the other party.

Nan Xiao shook his hands: "Does it hurt?"

"……I'm not sure."

"What is uncertainty?"

"Because Xiao Xiao said just now that there is a small cut, I have to say, the pain just now, it should hurt a little more than the small cut, but it doesn't hurt that much."

Han Yuan spoke seriously, but Nan Xiao couldn't help but feel a little funny, and in an instant there was an inexplicable sourness, which hurt his eyes.

"Then how about this, I'll give you a piece of candy every time I bandage it... When I was a child and felt uncomfortable after taking bitter medicine, I always ate candy to comfort myself, do you think it's okay?"

Han Yuan turned his head to look at him, his dark golden eyes were slightly darkened, and suddenly he gave a low laugh.

"So...Xiao Xiao is trying to coax me now?"

Nan Xiao nodded.

"Then can I replace the sugar with something else?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat, I will try to—"

The lips were kissed lightly.

"Okay, Xiao Xiao continue to bandage, if I hurt again, I will tell you."

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