Chapter 5890 Found Mineral Water and Soju

Qiao Nian leaned against the wall weakly, her face as pale as paper, and the shocking wound was still oozing blood, which was already sticking to her clothes and had a tendency to drip down. She seemed a little uncomfortable and wanted to help the speedboat stand up.

"Don't move yet." Ye Wangchuan's eyes were full of anxiety and distress and he took her hand, stopping Qiao Nian from getting up.

Qiao Nian's body was obviously sticky and warm with blood, but when the wind blew, the clothes attached to her body became as cold as the Siberian cold current. She frowned, had a splitting headache, and said in a hoarse voice: "It feels a little uncomfortable."

Ye Wangchuan's heart felt as if someone had pinched it hard with his hands. The squeezed atrium was stinging, painful, and suffocating.

"Be patient." Without any hesitation, he quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around the girl's body, clamping her hands to prevent her from moving to expand the scope of the torn wound.

Fortunately, Ji Lin quickly found the mineral water and came back: "Master Wang, Miss Qiao."

He happily handed over what he found, unable to conceal his joy: "I found mineral water and a bottle of soju."

Ji Lin put the things he found in his clothes and carefully placed them on the board of the boat. As expected, in addition to a few bottles of mineral water, there was also soju.

Ji Lin saw that there was only half a bottle of soju left and explained: "This is the wine the crew brought to drink... so there is only so much left."

"That's enough." Ye Wangchuan tore off his fine clothes. The sound of the tearing fabric was particularly clear in the silence, as if it was the voice deep in his heart.

He half-knelt in front of Qiao Nian, his eyes focused and affectionate, and every movement he made was cautious, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

He first used a clean part to gently wipe the blood around the wound, his movements as gentle as caring for a treasure.

Qiao Nian only felt an itching coming from the wound. The electric itching stimulated the nerves more than the pain, so she frowned slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Ye Wangchuan's eyes immediately flashed with pity.

Qiao Nian twisted her dry lips and replied, "No, I just...feel a little itchy."

He comforted softly: "Nian Nian, be patient, you will be fine soon."

Qiao Nian pursed her pale lips, curled her fingers at her side, and watched with lowered eyes as he unscrewed the cap of the mineral water and rinsed the wounds on her shoulder blades, and then treated several more wounds on her back, waist and abdomen. Deep injuries...

Ye Wangchuan repeated the action again, lowered his head and tore off a piece of shirt fabric with his mouth, and carefully helped her dry the water around the wound again.

Then he picked up the torn strip of cloth and began to carefully wrap it around Qiao Nian's wound.

Ye Wangchuan's voice was calm and calm. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to detect the nervous trembling inside: "It will hurt a little."

"Yeah." Qiao Nian heard it, so she raised her neck and closed her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned white and she didn't say a word. She was as strong as if the pain nerves didn't exist.

However, Ye Wangchuan could feel the skin under his hands trembling slightly, which was an uncontrollable muscle reaction due to extreme pain.

His heart was filled with intense distress, but he had to suppress all the emotions deep in his heart. He had to calm down and stay rational to deal with all the mess in front of him.

His fingers are long and strong, and his movements are skillful and steady. Each circle of cloth was wrapped just right, neither too tight to cause pain to Qiao Nian nor too loose to lose the effect of stopping bleeding.