ebookland Chapter 218 He won't die, will he?
Chapter 218 He won't die, will he?
It was completely dark.
As Shen Feiwan fell, she vaguely heard a few gunshots and indistinct curses coming from the cliff, but they were quickly drowned out by the whistling wind.
Her back slammed heavily onto the snow slope, and she began to roll uncontrollably.
The world spun around me, and icy snowflakes seeped into my collar and cuffs, stinging my skin.
But at this moment she could no longer feel her body, and the snow had blinded her.
But Bo Junxing's arms remained tightly wrapped around her waist, and she could hear his suppressed groans from time to time.
The good news is that he's still alive, but it's unclear where he was wounded when he rushed to shield her from the bullet.
After rolling for an unknown amount of time, the two finally crashed into something and came to a stop.
Shen Feiwan lay prone in the snow, her vision completely obscured by darkness.
She tried to move her fingers, and a sharp pain shot through her frozen fingertips—thankfully, she wasn't crippled.
She struggled to her feet and reached forward to grope.
My fingertips touched the hard, cold surface, like a huge boulder.
It was this protruding rock that stopped their fall.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; even the sound of the wind had vanished, presumably blocked by the boulder.
After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Shen Feiwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She called out Bo Junxing's name and reached out to grope around.
Upon touching something warm, the other person suddenly gasped, "Don't touch it."
A warm, sticky sensation came from her fingertips, and Shen Feiwan's heart tightened; she had touched blood.
Rolling down from such a height, Bo Junxing's wound must have been even more serious.
Shen Feiwan felt a surge of inexplicable anger.
She knew she shouldn't be angry at this moment, nor did she have the right to be, but she just couldn't help but lose her temper.
"Who told you to take a bullet for me! Do you think you're some kind of superhero?"
Bo Junxing snorted coldly, weakly, "Then you can still die now."
"You're the one who should die!" Shen Feiwan felt the blood on her fingertips was particularly sticky. She frowned and said, "I didn't ask you to take a bullet for me, so don't expect me to be grateful."
"You think I wanted this?" In the darkness, Bo Junxing weakly tugged at the corner of his mouth. "The bullet just happened to hit me when I lunged at you. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely choose to kick you down."
As he spoke, his breathing became lighter and lighter.
Shen Feiwan frowned deeply. "Shut up. Save your breath. I think you're about to stop breathing."
"Ha...you're just hoping I'll die?"
Perhaps it was because the wilderness was so open, but Shen Feiwan felt that Bo Junxing's voice sounded so faint, as if it might dissipate in the wind at any moment.
"Stop talking! You'd better shut up!"
Shen Feiwan abruptly pulled off the backpack on her back; she remembered that there were some first-aid supplies in the bag.
Fortunately, Bo Junxing didn't forget about the two backpacks in the heat of the moment.
But it was pitch black now, so she had to grab a flashlight first.
If the flashlight isn't with her, then it must be in another backpack.
"Do you still have the bag on your back?" Shen Feiwan asked Bo Junxing.
However, she received no response.
“Bo Junxing…” Shen Feiwan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her fingers, which were zipping up her backpack, froze in mid-air.
"Don't scare me..." Shen Feiwan's throat tightened, and after swallowing, she quickly reached out to touch him.
The moment his fingers touched the fabric, Bo Junxing's weak voice drifted over, "So thirsty? I've tied you up for three days and three nights, and then you sat on me to masturbate, and you still won't let me go at a time like this?"
WTF?
Shen Feiwan was stunned, only then realizing what she had encountered.
Although Bo Junxing's words were quite irritating, she was ultimately relieved. "Good, you're still alive."
She deliberately emphasized her tone, "And you have such a mouth, it's terrifying. What were you pretending to be dead for? Where's your bag? Is it still there? Why didn't you answer my questions?"
"Yes." Bo Junxing said weakly, "Move your hand to the left, don't touch anything."
Shen Feiwan ignored him, but still started groping his back from the left side, and asked again, "Where exactly are you hurt?"
“Right chest…” Bo Junxing answered, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
It was actually her chest… Upon hearing those two words, Shen Feiwan’s heart tightened, and her hands unconsciously quickened their movements.
When she took off her backpack, she inevitably bumped into Bo Junxing's injured right side. Bo Junxing gasped in pain, but didn't utter a sound.
"Bear with it." Shen Feiwan quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a flashlight, then turned it on.
In that instant, the beam of light drew a blinding white line in the darkness.
The light swept across Bo Junxing's entire body, finally settling on his right chest.
His light-colored mountaineering suit was soaked in blood on the chest, turning a dark red under the night lights.
Bo Junxing moved the beam of light upwards again, scrutinizing Bo Junxing's face.
White, deathly pale, almost devoid of any color.
Shen Feiwan frowned deeply at the sight.
Bo Junxing squinted, blinded by the light. "Who are you trying to fool with that furrowed brow? I'm not dead."
Shen Feiwan sighed, her breath condensing in the cold air.
After a moment of silence, she asked, "Can you use your left hand? Help me take the flashlight. I need to check your wound and give it some basic treatment."
Bo Junxing weakly raised his right hand to catch the flashlight, "I won't die."
"Left hand!" Shen Feiwan glared at him. "Your injury is on the right side. Using your right hand will aggravate the wound. Are you an idiot?"
Bo Junxing sighed deeply, "His left hand seems to be broken."
Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, her throat tightened, but in the end she couldn't utter a single word.
She quickly rummaged through her first-aid kit and deftly took out what she could use: scissors, gauze, disinfectant, and some medicine.
"Bear with it." She unzipped Bo Junxing's hiking suit; the inner thermal underwear was stuck to the scabs, and she had to carefully cut it open.
As the fabric was peeled away, a gruesome gunshot wound was revealed under the light.
The skin and flesh at the wound were turned inside out, and fresh blood was still slowly seeping out.
Shen Feiwan's throat tightened, and she picked up a small, sterilized pair of scissors, saying, "I need to check the depth of the wound; it might hurt a lot."
A smile forced across Bo Junxing's pale face. "Go ahead and do it. Do you really think you can take pity on me?"
“…………” Shen Feiwan interrupted him, “I was afraid that your howling would attract the assassins.”
Seeing his weak state, she picked up a wad of gauze from the first-aid kit and told him to "bite on it."
Bo Junxing looked at her and said, "You don't have hands, so you have to feed me."
Shen Feiwan frowned slightly, but still held the gauze to his mouth.
When Bo Junxing bit down, his lips brushed against her fingertips, chillingly cold.
When cleaning the wound, the cotton ball was quickly soaked with blood.
Shen Feiwan carefully probed with scissors, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. "It's too deep... I dare not remove the bullet."
As she spoke, she looked up at Bo Junxing and said, "We can only stop the bleeding first, and then take some antibiotics."
He hasn't uttered a sound since the beginning of treating his wounds, and Shen Feiwan really admires him.
"We'll take you to the hospital when it's safe."
Bo Junxing spat out the gauze, his voice hoarse, "It seems I didn't have a choice."
Shen Feiwan stopped talking and focused on bandaging the wound.
Her movements were clean and efficient, but her brow remained furrowed.
Bo Junxing watched her work quietly, then suddenly spoke up, "I just heard those two mention eagles..."
Shen Feiwan paused in her actions and looked up at him.
Bo Junxing stared into her eyes and continued, "I also know an eagle. I just don't know if it's the same one they're talking about."
Shen Feiwan lowered her eyes, her fingers deftly wrapping around the bandage. "If you don't know, don't get involved."
Bo Junxing gave a muffled groan, a smirk playing on his lips. "Judging from your reaction..."
He tilted his head back slightly, resting the back of his head on the rock, "and I'm even more certain that we're talking about the same 'eagle'."
His gaze gradually lost focus, as if he were lost in memories. "Back then, my company's database was hacked, and you happened to disappear for a while."
Shen Feiwan paused for a moment, then continued to neatly secure the dressing.
Looking back now, it turns out you were the one who orchestrated it all. When the Hawk countered Red Skull, you just happened to be out of my sight.
“I remember that hacker group was called Red Skull, and they were very arrogant. But in the end, they were countered by another group called Eagles. Yue Ying told me that Eagles was a white-hat hacker group, unlike the hackers like Red Skull. At the time, I was wondering how Eagles could enter the ‘battlefield’ so quickly and defeat Red Skull.”
After speaking at length, Bo Junxing paused to catch his breath. "But Yue Ying told me that she knew members of Eagles and that Eagles were reinforcements she had invited, and I believed her."
At this point, Bo Junxing chuckled softly.
He smiled, then gasped as his wound twitched. "Thinking back now, the timing of your disappearance was too coincidental... You were the one who orchestrated it all, weren't you?"
Shen Feiwan's hand, which was being bandaged, suddenly tightened. Without looking up, she said, "Don't move."
After working for a while longer, Shen Feiwan finally tied the last knot. She grabbed a handful of snow to clean the bloodstains from her hands, and then helped Bo Junxing straighten his clothes again.
Finally, she silently packed up the medical supplies, the clanging of metal instruments sounding particularly crisp in the quiet night.
However, she did not comment on Bo Junxing's remarks.
Bo Junxing stared at her intently. "So, you're admitting it?"
Shen Feiwan remained silent, her fingers rummaging rapidly through the compartments of her backpack, making a rustling sound. She pulled out a packet of compressed biscuits and forcefully tore open the packaging.
"I checked the surveillance footage later, and it didn't seem like it was done by your friend. But she was probably wearing an earpiece and talking to you the whole time. You know my every move, right? You're a member of the Eagles, and your friend Chen Youen is probably one too, right?"
"Later, when my grandfather arranged for us to go on vacation to a hot spring hotel," Bo Junxing gasped for breath, his wound throbbing with each breath.
"Yue Ying chased after me, and in order to get closer to me, she continued to lie and say that she was one of Eagle's people. You were sitting behind us when we were having dinner at the restaurant."
"Then, not long after you left, my phone was hacked. The other person used my phone to type on the screen, telling me that Yue Ying wasn't Lao Ying and that she was lying to me. That person must have been you too."