During the process of removing the bullet, Ye Ying didn't make a single sound, and even comforted Wen Xiangyang.
Wen Xiangyang knew how unbearably painful it must be to extract a bullet from someone's body without any anesthetic or even a knife sterilized by fire.
She clenched her teeth and picked up the dagger in her hand once again.
When she finally removed the bullet from Ye Ying's leg, Ye Ying had already passed out.
Wen Xiangyang bandaged Ye Ying's wound, then walked to the door and began pounding on it. "Leng Xing, if you have the guts, open the door and bring me some medicine for the injuries! Leng Xing!"
No one knew how long she pounded, but Wen Xiangyang's hands had become numb. Finally, the small window on the door opened again. Leng Xing's face appeared in the opening, her gaze sweeping over both Wen Xiangyang and Ye Ying. Her lips curled into a smirk, "Looks like you care quite a bit about Ye Ying's survival. If that's the case, I'll oblige you."