The Sixteenth Game: Battle Royale 22

"Take off your clothes." Lu Huai pulled the medical kit in front of him and lowered his head to select the tools inside.

Upon hearing this, Wen Nannan struggled to remove her jacket and bulletproof vest. She tried to remove the inner tank top too, but it seemed stuck to her skin, fused with the dried blood.

Just as she was about to rip it off, Lu Huai spoke again. "No need. Lie down." He didn't even look up.

Wen Nannan obediently lay on the sofa. She felt him approach from behind, and then a cold pair of scissors cut open the fabric around the wound. Somehow, when Lu Huai lifted the fabric stuck to her injury, it didn't hurt as much as she expected.

She listened to the quiet snip of scissors and the rustle of medicine being prepared behind her, and honestly? His technique was far gentler than that of the teammate earlier.