Chapter 298 Don’t cry
It was a gloomy day and a thin layer of mist lingered at the foot of the mountain.

Shen Manzhi helped Qin Yanfeng find the courtyard they had been to last night.

A man in his fifties was collecting clothes in the yard. After searching for a long time, he couldn’t find the coarse linen clothes he often wore, so he shouted into the house, “Xiuniang, where is my linen clothes?”

He scratched his head and turned around, only to see someone suddenly appear in the yard, “Who are you?”

Shen Manzhi was breathing heavily, and even his voice was a little weak, “Uncle Feng.”

The woman in the inner room came out with a basin of water, “Did you miss washing? Go back to the room and look for it…eh?”

“Youngest daughter?”

Xiuniang was the first to react. She put down the basin and rushed over. She was not afraid at all. She supported the seriously injured and pale man, looked at the two wet people, and said in surprise, “Oh my, what happened?”

When Feng Hua heard his wife calling their youngest daughter, he realized who it was and hurried over to help support the person, “Come in, come in.”

After all, the furnishings in the house were simple and plain. Shen Manzhi laid Qin Yanfeng down on the bed in the unused room. Seeing that his shoulder was bleeding again, his brows were filled with heartache.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up. “Sorry to bother you again.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Xiuniang brought the quilt over and spread it on the bed, and piled up some thick clothes that were not worn. “You helped us so much in the past. Was it you who stuffed the money in last night?”

Shen Manzhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

After cleaning up, Xiuniang couldn’t help but look at the unconscious man on the bed. It was really pitiful to see such a handsome and tall man suffering such serious injuries.

“Little girl, check if you can use these!”

Feng Hua came in quickly from the outer room, holding a bag tightly sealed in a plastic bag in his hand. “You left in a hurry after using it before, so I collected all of them and buried them in the backyard. I saw that this guy was shot, and I don’t know if these can still be used.”

Shen Manzhi’s eyes lit up and he opened his pocket. There was a knife, anti-inflammatory drugs, gauze, and bandages. Almost everything a simple medical kit should have, except that the anti-inflammatory drugs had expired and could not be used. The knife was a scalpel, which made it easier to remove bullets.

“Thank you, Uncle Feng. It’s really needed.”

She originally wanted to simply treat Qin Yanfeng’s wound, but now that she had the tools, it would be best to take out the bullet first, otherwise a serious gunshot wound would be fatal.

“Uncle Feng, help me boil a pot of water.”

“almost there.”

“Xiuniang, do you have any more iodine at home?”

“Yes, you asked us to keep some at home. I bought it not long ago. I’ll go get it.”

……

Shen Manzhi was not unfamiliar with the technique of retrieving bullets. She had retrieved bullets for her teammates, for strangers, and for herself.

only……

When she took the scissors to cut open the clothes around Qin Yanfeng’s wound, her hands were still shaking. The flesh and blood on the wound were stuck to the clothes, and there was a tearing feeling when she opened them. Shen Manzhi was rarely so cautious.

It’s just a bullet, it’s been taken out many times, there’s no problem.

It’s just that without anesthesia, it will be very painful.

A drop of sweat slid from my forehead to the tip of my nose, and my breathing gradually became heavier.

Shen Manzhi turned his head away, bit his cheek, and calmly grasped the scalpel that had been sterilized by fire, avoiding the area around the bullet and cutting the wound…

Fenghua came in with hot water and just heard the crisp sound of water falling into the bowl on the table.

The bullet mixed with blood instantly turned red.

After all, removing the bullet is a painful process. Qin Yanfeng frowned deeply, tilted his head and slowly opened his eyes.

My vision was blurry, and I could only make out the shadow of a slender figure sitting in front of me, and another one walking towards me.

Feng Hua came forward with some water, looked at Shen Manzhi’s sweaty face, and said with some concern, “The hot water is here.”

“Thank you for your help,” Shen Manzhi took it, washed the gauze in hot water, and leaned over to wipe Qin Yanfeng’s wound. Seeing that he was waking up, she lowered her voice unconsciously, “Does it hurt?”

After asking, her eyes became hot again. How could it not hurt? It’s not like she hasn’t experienced it before. But when it was on Qin Yanfeng, she felt it was painful.

Qin Yanfeng looked at her, curled his lips slightly, and finally closed his eyes tiredly.

Feng Hua looked at the two of them, sighed in his heart, and without asking any more questions, he just said, “I still have some herbs at home. See if you need any. If not, I’ll go to the mountain to collect some.”

He remembered that two years ago his youngest daughter had mashed herbs into medicine juice to apply on the wound. They were in this lush forest and medicine was readily available.

Shen Manzhi’s heart was slightly warmed, and he and Fenghua confirmed the herbs that were already at home, “Crush these and put them in gauze and apply them on the wound. Change them every half an hour. Boil these into medicine and wait for him to drink it after he wakes up.”

Fenghua wrote them down one by one, and Xiuniang also packed a few clothes and came in, “You two should change into these clothes.”

Shen Manzhi wanted to refuse, but then he remembered that his body was covered in blood and he would be leaving soon, so he agreed.

The two old people went out, and she turned to look at Qin Yanfeng, still with her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, not sure whether it was because of pain or anxiety.

Shen Manzhi felt an indescribable soreness in her heart. She gently held his hand, and then remembered that he had a scratch on his waist last night. She lifted it up and took a look, and found that it was indeed cracked.

Qin Yanfeng, ah, Qin Yanfeng.

Shen Manzhi silently treated his wounds and changed his clothes, but he never opened his eyes again during the process.

Such a gentle and strong person, who handles things casually and casually, but always with ease, as if everything is under his control, has an identity that she is unaware of and the ability to lead a team into a tiger’s den alone.
Why is it so fragile?
Shen Manzhi sat on a stool beside the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.

How could he be injured so badly?

The pain was so severe that her body began to tremble slightly.

The cold fingertips touched the side of the face and then gently covered the top of the head.

Shen Manzhi slowly raised her head and met Qin Yanfeng’s gaze as he tilted his head to look at her.

“Don’t cry.”

Shen Manzhi lowered her eyes, her face was just a little red, she didn’t cry, but she didn’t say anything.

Qin Yanfeng found it a bit difficult to say these two words, but he still stretched out his hand to touch Shen Manzhi’s head.

If possible, he actually wanted to kiss her.

The eyes are red, like a beautiful rabbit.

Qin Yanfeng looked at her carefully, “How are you?”

Shen Manzhi shook his head, “I’m fine.”

Qin Yanfeng looked at the environment of the room again.

“The yard we came to last night was very safe.”

Qin Yanfeng believed her and stopped asking. He was awake only for a moment, as if he could fall asleep at any moment. “Where are they?”

Shen Manzhi knew that he was asking about his teammates. “On the mountain, I’ll go find them later.”

She held the hand that had fallen from her head and whispered, “I’ll pick you up in the evening.”

Qin Yanfeng wanted to say something, but perhaps due to exhaustion, he closed his eyes again.

It hurts so much.

Shen Manzhi held his cold hand for a while before putting it under the quilt.

We can’t waste too much time. The undercover agent is still waiting to rescue us, and we don’t know what’s going on with Boss Wang.

A trace of annoyance appeared between her brows. If it weren’t for these things, she would have wanted to take Qin Yanfeng back right now.

Shen Manzhi pulled the small bag from his waist, took something out of it, bent over and carefully tied it around Qin Yanfeng’s neck.

Finally, the only sound left in the room was slow and heavy breathing. The man’s pale face and lips looked like he was enduring great pain, and finally he slowly calmed down.

A hazy light filtered in through the window, making the yellow amulet on his chest look particularly new and bright.