Yifeng Realized That His Mean Secretary Was Not So Heartless After All

"I got shot in my left hand," Yifeng said softly. "And you are the only person I could think of that they will not suspect peradventure they started looking all over for me since everyone knows that we are not in good terms," Yifeng mumbled, coughing at every interval.

"Is that something to be proud of? What the hell did you get yourself into that made you got shot?" Yang Zi asked. It was then it dawn on her that Yifeng must have involved himself in something illegal. That is why he got shot.

"I don't want to know how you got injure but let me warn you. Don't you dare drag me into your mess or else I will not hesitate to throw you out of my apartment and shouldn't you have gone to the hospital to get treated if you had been shot so why did you come to my house instead?" Yang Zi asked, not giving him the opportunity to talk before she continued.

"Are you not afraid that I might harm you for all the terrible things you have done to me since you are very vulnerable to attacks right now?" Yang Zi asked coldly as she quickly threw him a towel for him to stop the wound from bleeding.

"Although you talk a lot, I know that you are not the type to attack a harmless guy. I came here because I know that much about you," Yifeng said as he stared at her. Her continuous chattering was making his head spin. He really hated seeing her like this.

"Don't be so sure because you don't know me too well. You don't know what I am capable of," Yang Zi said coldly before she bounced into her bedroom upstairs. She came back with a wooden designer box in her hands.

"Were you always like this or was it circumstances that changed you?" Yifeng asked as he continued to apply pressure to his bleeding hand.

"What do you mean?" Yang Zi asked indifferently as she sat down beside him. Inside that wooden designer box were several medical instruments inside it.

"I meant, were your words always these harsh when you were little, or did you change because of the harsh society? I am just curious because deep down I know you don't always mean every single harsh word you throw at people," Yifeng asked, closing his eyes momentarily because of the pain from the gunshot wound. Although he pretended not to know her the first day she came to his office, the truth was that he recognised the haughty lady who used his lips as a tool to avoid getting caught by those who were chasing her five years ago. She was the one who didn't recognise him.

"If you don't want me to harm you here, just stop spewing nonsense and get your wound treated first hmmm," Yang Zi said harshly as she tore his long sleeve black shirt with the sharp scissors she had removed from the medical box. She examined the wound first before she moved to stop the bleeding. Yang Zi could not help but momentarily think about his question. "Was she always this mean and indifferent?". The answer is NO. Although they were very poor back then, she was happy with her sister around. Circumstances and people turned her to the mean lady she is today. She shook the foreign feeling off her mind and concentrated her attention on the sick guy before her.

"I will try my best to remove the bullet but brace yourself up because it's gonna hurt like hell since I don't have anaesthesia to give you," Yang Zi said as she held the instruments firmly in her hand.

"Are you sure you know how to remove a bullet from a person's body? And how am I so sure that you don't have anaesthesia? For all I know you might be doing this on purpose just to take revenge on me," Yifeng who realised that keeping quiet makes the pain worsened asked weakly.

"Revenge? That will be so unfair to me if you call this revenge and I don't avenge myself this way. I do it more cruelly," Yang Zi said, grinning wickedly.

"Does that mean you would have killed me if you wanted to have your revenge," Yifeng asked. He stares into her eyes to see whether she would lie about her reply. Yang Zi smiled when she heard his question, but she didn't answer his question.

"You talk a lot for someone who is sick," Yang Zi replied coldly. "If you want to have the bullets stuck in your hand for the entire night suite yourself then. For all I care, I will just dump your corpse in a nearby river if you die in my apartment," Yang Zi said emotionlessly, trying to abandon treating his wounds. But Yifeng held her wrist and signalled her to sit down. For a minute Yang Zi felt pity for him. It wasn't in her nature to leave a sick person, so she reluctantly sat down.

"As of now you are the doctor so I leave myself in your care," Yifeng said as he sat down properly so she would have limitless access to his left hand. Removing the bullet wasn't a hard task for her since she has done that many times. She removed the bullets from his hand like a pro she was without spending so much time on it. After removing the bullet, she cleaned and disinfected the wounds properly. Yifeng who was in so much pain was so surprised at how skilled she was. From the way she removed the bullet effortlessly, he knew that that was not her first time treating bullet wounds.

"You look like a pro, so have you done this before?" Yifeng asked softly as she bandaged his wound.

"That is none of your business," Yang Zi answered sharply as she tightened the bandage on his wound causing Yifeng to grit his teeth in pain.