13. Setting Terms

Looking at Jiang Jie, who was half-conscious, Rong Xianxian stepped forward and pinched the philtrum between his nose and upper lip. “Hey, I saved your life. How are you going to repay me?”

“Marry me, how about that?” Jiang Jie looked up with a silly grin. He had lost too much blood and felt dizzy and lightheaded, no longer feeling pain from his wounds. There was no chance to get to a hospital for a transfusion now. He had just mustered his last breath to call out, hoping they could save Cui Lie.

As for himself, he had already prepared for the worst.

“Saving you took a lot of effort, and I don’t do it without benefits. If I save you, you owe me your life. You have to work for me for a year. Do you agree?” Without paying attention to his rambling, Rong Xianxian applied pressure to stop the bleeding as she spoke.

“Alright, no problem.” Jiang Jie’s lips felt numb and heavy, making it difficult to speak.

“Xia Kai dragged the two wolf monsters he fought back to my place, and Wang Lin brought the one he fought over. Jiang Jie’s wound requires the brain of that wolf to prevent the virus carried by the wolf’s teeth.” Rong Xianxian had just seen Xia Kai trying to throw the wolf monster he had fought into the hallway. That was out of the question—it was her trophy. Every part of the monster was useful, and if left outside, someone might take it. That fellow Ren Cheng had been eyeing these two wolf monsters all along.

They entered Rong Xianxian’s home without time for pleasantries.

She directed them to place the injured on the guest room bed closest to the front door, found the medical kit, put on gloves, a hat, and a mask, and instructed Xia Kai and Wang Lin to throw the wolf corpses into the storage room.

She asked Wang Lin to fetch a bucket of water from the bathroom and began flushing the wound repeatedly with a large syringe. After cleaning away the blood, fragments of flesh, and the wolf’s saliva and mucus, she saw the blood vessels bleeding steadily but not spurting—indicating the arteries were not damaged.

She used hemostatic forceps to stop the bleeding and signaled Cui Lie to continue rinsing the wound with flowing water. Watching Wang Lin and Xia Kai standing by, she handed them a box of surgical blades and instructed them to retrieve the brain of the wolf that bit Jiang Jie from the storage room. Although the wolf might not carry rabies, without a vaccine available, they had to resort to traditional treatment.

Once the washing was nearly complete, she sutured the blood vessels and the torn tendons. Although trained in traditional Chinese medicine, basic trauma cleaning and stitching were within her skill set.

Finally, Wang Lin and Xia Kai returned with the wolf’s brain.

She treated the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder, applied the brain onto the injury, covered it with dressing, and bandaged it carefully.

Looking at the pale, cold-sweating patient who hadn’t uttered a word, Rong Xianxian nodded silently. He was a tough man. It wasn’t that she didn’t wantI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.