"No disdain intended," Meng Xinian frowned, "Alright, you can leave, I’ll do it myself."

"You want to apply the medicine yourself? Even though it’s all external injuries, do you even know how bad you’re hurt? Just look at the wound on your stomach!"

Meng Xinian looked down.

He indeed saw that the clothes around his lower abdomen had split open with a long tear, blood glued the fabric and the wound together, half-dried, and perhaps the earlier movements were too vigorous, causing some fresh blood to seep out again. That area was dark red, blood and flesh blurred; it indeed looked quite frightening.

Moreover, this wound was a bit low.

So, is this why she wanted to reach out and undo his belt just now?

"I can see it here; I can apply the medicine myself."

"But why? As doctors, treating the wounded is our job; you definitely don’t have as much experience dealing with wounds as I do. If it’s not handled properly, and the wound gets inflamed and worsens, whose fault will it be then?"

The woman placed the basin properly and said to him, "So, Great Officer Meng, you’d better lie down, let me handle it for you first."

A man walked in, seeing the standoff between them, burst out laughing.

"Doctor Chang, perhaps it’s because the location of this wound is sensitive, our Old Meng is embarrassed. Do you want me to hold him down for you?"

This man was named He Qisheng, he had dealt with Meng Xinian a few times during competitions before. Though they weren’t particularly familiar, they weren’t strangers either.

Doctor Chang’s face reddened slightly.

Meng Xinian’s injured spot indeed required pulling down his trousers a bit, but, "I am a doctor!" she emphasized.

In front of a doctor, who cares about such things?

"Yes, yes, who wouldn’t agree? So, let me hold down this uncooperative patient, you can focus on applying the medicine. He also has injuries on his chest and thighs, I think you should just pull off these long trousers completely."

He Qisheng spoke while approaching Meng Xinian.

"Old Meng, cooperate a bit! Doctor Chang came to treat you without having eaten yet, don’t waste their time."

"No need, please leave."

Meng Xinian’s voice was still quite hoarse.

After coming back, he was almost half-asleep, not even able to drink.

Speaking, he walked towards his bag by the side, took out a small bottle of water from it, twisted it open, and drank in one gulp.

Apparently, no one had touched his bag.

Maybe because there have always been people here.

Or perhaps, they were certain that he wouldn’t return this time, so there was no hurry, waiting until the news of his sacrifice came back, then openly taking his bag?

Looks like, from now on, he should carry the items Little gave him all the time.

After drinking that small bottle of water, his dry and painful throat instantly felt soothed.

He grabbed a small cloth bag and stuffed it into his pocket.

Pain-Relief Talisman Diagram.

The one he had on him earlier was ruined by a bullet.

With the talisman diagram hanging on him, he felt the pain recede like water withdrawing from the shore.

That small bottle of potion just now quickly resolved his intense hunger and thirst.

Those injuries were no longer a problem.

His bodily functions were far better than the average person too; his wounds would heal faster than usual.

"Old Meng, can you not be so stubborn? You are really seriously injured." He Qisheng said while already holding his shoulder, twisting to tell Doctor Chang, "Xiao Chang, hurry over."

"Yes."

Doctor Chang immediately picked up the medicine box and walked toward Meng Xinian.

He Qisheng grasped both of Meng Xinian’s hands.