107: Chapter 106: First Aid 107: Chapter 106: First Aid “Plato once said that when the soul rejects the flesh and yearns for the truth, that is the best moment,” Li Shishi said with a smile, “but when the soul is infected by the sins of the flesh, the desire to pursue the truth will not be fulfilled.
When humans do not have a strong need for the flesh, their minds are at peace.
Physical interaction is an expression of the bestial in human nature, a nature that belongs to every living being.
The reason humans are so-called higher animals is because humanity is stronger than bestiality in human nature, and spiritual interaction is beautiful and moral.
So, you see, having all these ‘desires’ is like having an extra leg; just cut it off, and it will be fine.”
Song Yun felt that if his manhood were cut off, he would definitely have a much greater ambition and desire for power than he had now.
After all, he no longer had any interest in beautiful women and could only walk toward power.
Walking toward it, one day he might overstep and get killed in the wilderness.
“Alright, alright, these are all just jokes to tease you, look how you’re sweating all over,” Li Shishi said with dissatisfaction, glaring at Song Yun.
“You can’t just joke about this stuff; it could cost lives,” Song Yun said awkwardly.
The car was moving fast, and in no time, it reached the current residence of Black Flood Dragon and his group.
Li Tang suddenly approached and supported the weak and almost collapsing Song Yun.
Zhao Yan also came over with great solemnity and inspected the wound, saying, “Prepare the first aid kit; we need to perform a minor surgery upstairs soon.”
“You must be the big sister-in-law, I am Meng Ku, the younger brother of the boss.
Please come with me to the tea room for a cup of tea, and I’ll call you when the boss wakes up,” Meng Ku said with a warm smile.
Thus, a still confused Li Shishi was already led to the tea room by Meng Ku, who sat across from her.
Although his face appeared calm, his heart was already ablaze with rage, wishing he could drive out then and there to find the organization that had hurt Song Yun.
After learning how Song Yun had been attacked, Meng Ku puzzledly asked, “When you two were attacked, the boss was not hit, so where did the gunshot wound on his body come from?”
Seeing Li Shishi stammering and unable to say anything, Meng Ku took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger, and changed the question, saying, “How does the boss view the matter of being shot?”
“Song Yun says to count his gunshot as part of being attacked,” Li Shishi whispered.
“Since the boss has his own thoughts, we as his juniors won’t ask too much.
However, sister-in-law, you need to know one thing: being with our boss means embracing both the storms and the rains.
Can you handle it?” Meng Ku said, raising an eyebrow.
Before Li Shishi could answer, the door of the tea room was pushed open.
Song Yun staggered into the room, picked up the cup in front of Meng Ku, gulped it down, and said, “My matters, especially my family matters, are under my control only.
Don’t speculate on others’ thoughts wildly.
Also, don’t bring the Assassin’s tactics here.
Remember, I need support, not a schemer.
Go to Black Flood Dragon and accept your punishment.”
Seeing Song Yun’s indifferent demeanor, Meng Ku stood up and bowed to Li Shishi, saying, “Sorry, sister-in-law, occupational hazard, I’ve been used to talking like this abroad, so…”
“No worries, what you said makes sense too.
But I believe as long as Song Yun doesn’t abandon me, I won’t leave him voluntarily,” Li Shishi said with a smile.
“And even if Song Yun leaves me, I must find him to have a good talk.”
Song Yun, staggering, sat down in the seat Meng Ku had previously occupied and said weakly, “I’ll have someone take you home in a bit.”
“No, I’m staying here until you’re safe,” Li Shishi said firmly.
“I was kidnapped last time and you saved me.
I know what it feels like to open my eyes and see no one, I want to be here with you.”
“Haha, if you’re willing to wait, then wait.
I guess after the surgery I won’t wake up for the night,” Song Yun said.
Then Zhao Yan, dressed in a sterile white lab coat, came in and said, “Big brother, it’s time to start.”
“Alright, if you find yourself bored during the surgery, take a nap,” Song Yun said before being carried away on a stretcher.
Song Yun was placed on a makeshift surgery table, and Zhao Yan, with a sterilized scalpel, cleaned over Song Yun’s self-bandaged wound, saying, “We need to disinfect now and also remove the dead muscle tissue inside the flesh, are you ready?”
“I’ve never been afraid in my life, just apply the anesthesia and get on with the surgery,” Song Yun said bluntly.
“One dose of anesthesia won’t be enough; I need at least two.”
After preparing the anesthesia herself, Zhao Yan administered it to Song Yun and waited for him to go from being weak to falling asleep.
“Damn, these wounds just won’t stop bleeding,” Zhao Yan exclaimed with veins bulging on her forehead.
“The boss is showing signs of waking up; go get me more anesthesia quickly.”
Black Flood Dragon quickly took an anesthetic agent from a nearby box, and Zhao Yan carefully avoided the blood vessels while cutting through the slightly charred muscle tissue with the surgical knife.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it, we absolutely need to find a professional doctor after this.
These minor surgeries I can handle, but what am I supposed to do if it’s a major surgery?” Zhao Yan cursed.
“Hurry down and get me some clean gauze, and bring me that small white bottle from the first aid kit.”
Black Flood Dragon was quick, and within two minutes, everything Zhao Yan needed was neatly arranged before her.
Zhao Yan opened the white bottle, pouring all the thick, yellow liquid inside it into Song Yun’s wound.
Although Song Yun was anesthetized, his drug resistance was strong, causing unexpected pain that made him suddenly grasp Zhao Yan’s arm hard in his sleep as Zhao Yan waited for the drug to take effect, bearing the pain.
The thick liquid entered Song Yun’s wound like flames eroding his residual necrotic muscle.
While it might not have the gold-radiant, outshining-the-sun scene of panaceas often described in martial arts or fantasy novels, this medicine was genuinely very expensive and also not available for purchase just anywhere.
This time, to expedite Song Yun’s healing, Zhao Yan steeled her heart and used up the only small bottle of medicine she had.
The medicine was intensely potent, coagulating blood and expelling dead muscle tissue, but it did cause a bit of pain when applied.