Healing Wounds

The young man's name was Luo Ziling.

He had grown up in this small mountain village since he was a child, living with his grandfather Luo Liansheng in the small mountain village for twenty years.

Grandpa's medical skills were quite good, and Luo Ziling had also learned medicine from him since he was young. Although he hadn't reached the level where he could miraculously cure most diseases like his grandfather, he was still considered a skilled doctor—at least that's what everyone who knew him said.

Grandpa thought so too, saying that Luo Ziling had already mastered his true teachings and that with more experience, his medical skills would surpass his own.

The woman Luo Ziling had brought back, although seriously injured and having lost a lot of blood, didn't worry him too much after he checked her pulse and heartbeat. All he needed to do was to remove the bullet that remained in her body, and she would be fine.

The woman had suffered a gunshot wound, and there was still a bullet inside her body. Fortunately, the bullet hadn't hit her heart or major blood vessels.

The woman had simply fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss and the shock from multiple traumas.

After preparing the necessary medicines and instruments and turning on the shadowless lamp, Luo Ziling began to treat the injured woman.

Lifting the blanket that covered the woman's body, her form was once again exposed in front of Luo Ziling.

Despite the bloodstains all over the injured woman's body, her allure was hard to conceal, and Luo Ziling couldn't help but swallow hard. He had to take several deep breaths, forcing himself to cast aside any distracting thoughts.

"Not to be looked upon without consent, not to be looked upon without consent," he muttered to himself a few times before finally fully stepping into the role of a doctor. After administering local anesthesia and stopping the bleeding with his skilled acupuncture techniques and self-prepared medicines, Luo Ziling put on disposable gloves, lit the alcohol lamp, and prepared to extract the bullet.

The woman was quite lucky; the injured area on her chest was about two centimeters away from her heart and major blood vessels. Otherwise, if the heart or major vessels in the chest and abdomen had been hit, and the bleeding couldn't be stopped, even a divine doctor couldn't save her life.

The injured woman's muscles were quite firm, and her body had very nice curves without an ounce of excess fat, clearly the result of long-term labor or consistent exercise. Long-term labor or exercise had made her body develop very well.

Her well-developed body not only disturbed Luo Ziling's mind but also made the surgery more difficult.

He quickly became parched and his heartbeat and breathing became rapid.

At twenty years old, a young virgin was at the peak of his vigor, and he had almost no resistance to the temptation of a woman's body.

If Luo Ziling's temperament hadn't been out of the ordinary, he might have already been weak in the knees and clueless about what to do under these circumstances.

Eventually, it took him a Herculean effort to extract the bullet that was lodged in her chest cavity.

The bullet hadn't penetrated deeply, making it easy to remove.

Of course, if it had gone deep into the chest cavity, the woman might have already been dead.

The anesthesia from the acupuncture and homemade medicine worked quite well. While extracting the bullet from the injured woman, her body didn't react too much and she slept soundly. However, Luo Ziling expended a lot of physical strength, and sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.

After extracting the bullet from the injured woman's body, treating the wound, applying anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicines, and bandaging the wound, Luo Ziling was drenched in sweat, his whole body soaked.

But he didn't rest, as the injured woman still had a gunshot wound on her left thigh, with another bullet to be removed.

While extracting the bullet from her chest cavity, the injured area bled profusely again, and blood flowed over her body, staining it everywhere. Luo Ziling carefully took a clean towel and wiped off the bloodstains from her body.

Some of the bloodstains had already coagulated, and it took Luo Ziling quite some effort and vigorous rubbing to clean them off.

Luo Ziling also noticed that there was a large black mole under her right breast.

At first, he thought it was a bloodstain or dirt and rubbed it vigorously twice until he realized it was a mole and stopped.

He felt embarrassed, and although the woman was still in a coma, he blushed as if he had done something shameful.

He swore to himself that he didn't mean to take advantage of the woman; he truly thought it was dirt.

The woman had a great figure, but she had many scars on her body that marred the overall aesthetic.

Especially the long scar from her left breast to her shoulder blade, it looked so shocking.

This woman must have been injured many times; otherwise, she wouldn't have so many scars.

What was her identity? Why did she have so many scars?

This was the doubt that Luo Ziling couldn't suppress in his heart.

Luo Ziling also wanted to use their Luo family's ancestral medical skills to remove these scars from the injured woman.

By cutting away the old scars and applying the medicine he and his grandfather had formulated together, the wounds would heal without leaving any scars.

Although the woman hadn't opened her eyes and he couldn't fully see her face, from her delicate nose, long eyelashes, perfect face shape, and slender neck, he could infer that this woman wouldn't be unattractive.

A beautiful woman with so many scars on her body, he found it heart-wrenching and couldn't help but feel a compulsion.

He eventually suppressed his compulsion; the woman's wounds hadn't been treated yet!

The woman's clothes, including her bra, had all been removed by Luo Ziling, leaving only a very old-fashioned pair of panties on her body.

The black four-cornered panties were also soaked, and the water seeping out from inside the panties flowed onto the wound.

Luo Ziling hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to take off the last bit of clothing on her body.

After removing the last piece of modesty from the injured woman, Luo Ziling's hands trembled involuntarily. The poor virgin, with no one else around, had seen all of the woman's body and still looked flushed and awkwardly restrained.

He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Then, he took a clean and dry towel, covered that mysterious area, and once again held his breath and calmed himself with a strong will, preparing to extract the bullet again.

Again, he used his self-prepared medicine and acupuncture for anesthesia.

The wound on the leg was easier to deal with than the one on the chest, but the bullet in the leg had penetrated deeper, almost reaching the bone.

Luo Ziling also exerted a tremendous amount of effort to extract that troublesome bullet from the injured woman's thigh.

This time the woman's body reacted, possibly because the pain of the bullet extraction exceeded the range that the anesthesia could control. When Luo Ziling used the tweezers to clamp the bullet, her face twisted a bit, her body spasmed, and her pale forehead was covered in sweat.

Luo Ziling also noticed that the woman's legs had many scars.

"Ah, such beautiful long legs, but with so many scars, what a pity!" he sighed heavily.