Li Nanheng didn't look at her face but just threw the dagger into her arms. "Come on."
Feng Ling picked up the dagger and looked at the wound on his back. The man had lowered his head slightly and his perfectly muscular back was exposed in front of her eyes. Seeing this, she froze.
Her hand froze in the air for a while. She stared at the wound and gritted her teeth, pressing his shoulder with one hand and putting the sharp knife on the wound with another. "Hold it. I'm not very good at it. If it really hurts, you can…"
The man didn't speak, but his silence reassured her.
She cut open his wound with the knife. Although the man did not say anything, his shoulder slightly trembled. She had not sterilized the knife, nor had she ever taken a bullet out for anyone before. Perhaps the knife touched a nerve in his shoulder, as the tip of the knife went deeper, the muscles in his back tightened.
