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Luo Ziling further understood why Lin Lan and Falcon had come to seek his treatment instead of returning to the base or going to the hospital.

Whether they went back to the base for military medical treatment or to a hospital, it wouldn’t be possible for the function of the hand and leg to fully recover, because the kind of treatment employed there wouldn’t allow the nerves and muscles to completely heal from the damage.

Last time, Lin Lan’s gunshot wound wouldn’t have fully recovered either if it were treated with standard hospital procedures; there definitely would have been lingering effects.

After all, the massive penetrating damage caused by a bullet entering the body is extensive, with nearby nerves and muscles severely compromised. To restore full function using conventional medical methods was unlikely.

But Luo Ziling had given Lin Lan a miracle. Although the injured area hadn’t completely returned to its pre-injury state, it had mostly recovered. Given more time, the functionality would essentially be no different from before.

It was precisely because of Lin Lan’s own impressive recovery that she had brought her injured comrade to him.

“Thank you,” Lin Lan didn’t ask anything else and softly expressed her gratitude.

At this moment, Falcon also spoke up, “Please help me heal my wound, I don’t want to leave Dragon Rise.”

As Falcon said this, his eyes were filled with hope while looking at Luo Ziling.

This look caused a stir in Luo Ziling’s heart. He nodded solemnly and said, “I will try my very best to treat you. Your injury isn’t as severe as hers was last time.”

While speaking, Luo Ziling gestured towards Lin Lan.

His words uplifted both Lin Lan and Falcon.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Lin Lan asked, her voice unusually gentle.

“Stand by my side. When I need help, I’ll instruct you,” said Luo Ziling, indicating for Falcon to lie down properly before proceeding to cut away the fabric from his leg wound.

The wound on Falcon’s leg had stopped bleeding, and seeing the scabbing, Luo Ziling knew it was the effect of the medication he had given to Lin Lan.

The light in the hotel room wasn’t very bright, but Lin Lan was prepared and provided a bright light with a device Luo Ziling didn’t recognize.

With everything ready, Luo Ziling started to extract the bullet from Falcon’s leg.

With the anesthesia from his own concocted medicine combined with acupuncture, Falcon quickly lost sensation in the area around the injured part of his leg.

Luo Ziling put on disposable gloves and used tweezers and scissors to remove the bullet from Falcon.

Soon, the fresh blood stained the white sheets red, but Luo Ziling did not concern himself with that.

“You’re quite lucky, that bullet was fired from a great distance; otherwise, this leg would have been useless,” said Falcon lying there while Luo Ziling worked on him. “Hit by a sniper rifle bullet, from a kilometer away.”

Luo Ziling didn’t have much knowledge about firearms, but he knew that a gun’s power and its range were inversely proportional—a kilometer away meant that the bullet had lost much of its force.

The damage caused by the bullet in Falcon’s leg indeed wasn’t as severe as Lin Lan’s previous injury, a conclusion Luo Ziling had drawn before performing the surgery, and he maintained this judgment as he extracted the bullet.

After roughly three minutes, Luo Ziling extracted the bullet and directly tossed it into a cup Lin Lan had brought over.

By then, Luo Ziling was covered in sweat.

But he didn’t bother to wipe it away, quickly performing the necessary aftercare.

He cleaned the wound, applied medication to it, and then tightly bound the area to promote quick healing.

After finishing these steps, he then wrapped Falcon’s leg in a bandage.

“These were bought from a pharmacy,” Luo Ziling said with a smile as he bandaged Falcon’s leg, “They are much better than the bandages we make ourselves.”

But no one paid attention to his remark. Lin Lan sat nearby with a serious expression, supporting Falcon’s leg to prevent him from moving it.

Falcon had his eyes closed, just like he was sleeping, allowing Luo Ziling to fuss over him. Throughout the process, he did not make any sound, and his body didn’t move erratically.

Seeing Luo Ziling’s forehead covered in sweat, Lin Lan actually took out a tissue and wiped his sweat for him.

“Thank you,” Luo Ziling said with a smile, expressing his gratitude to Lin Lan.

Lin Lan didn’t reply; she simply gave him a serious look.

But Luo Ziling didn’t understand what that look meant.

After spending about half an hour to remove the bullet from Falcon’s leg and treating the wound, Luo Ziling took a short rest before starting to work on his hand injuries.

Suffering from unhealed injuries, Luo Ziling felt noticeably tired while doing these things, and the injured spots were a bit painful.

But he didn’t mind and continued to treat Falcon’s injuries.

The hand wounds were relatively easy to deal with, but Luo Ziling knew that restoring full function to the arm was not an easy feat.

No matter what it is, including the tissues of human organs, no matter how well repaired, can never match the original in full functionality.

All Luo Ziling could do was to try to restore the injured parts to their best possible state.

Cleaning the dirt, repairing muscle bundles, he spent another half hour before finally treating all of Falcon’s wounds.

By that time, Luo Ziling’s body was soaked in sweat, and he felt exhausted.

“I’m going to rest for a bit, I’m dead tired,” Luo Ziling said as he laid down on the ground, too lazy to get up again.

Seeing Lin Lan looking at him with concern, Luo Ziling said with a smile, “Falcon will be fine, let him have a good sleep. Don’t disturb him. Let me rest for a bit, and then I’ll take care of your wounds.”

While treating the hand wound, Luo Ziling had pressed a few acupoints to put Falcon to sleep.

“Okay,” Lin Lan agreed, then sat down beside Luo Ziling, said nothing, and just quietly watched him.

At that moment, Lin Lan’s gaze was very different from her usual cold demeanor; it seemed a bit tender.

Luo Ziling thought it was the lighting, and because he was quite tired, he didn’t pay much attention to it.

After resting on the ground for about five minutes, Luo Ziling sat up and said seriously to Lin Lan, “Where are your wounds?”

“On my buttocks.” Lin Lan replied to Luo Ziling’s question with a slight shyness.

“Uh, really?” Luo Ziling felt a bit embarrassed. Why were Lin Lan’s injuries always in such peculiar places?

Last time it was her chest and thigh, and now it was her buttocks.

Could it be that her enemies harbored unspeakable motives when they fought her, always targeting her private areas?

“Got stabbed with a knife,” Lin Lan said, no longer shy, “If you find it inconvenient to treat, I can wait until I get back to the base.”

“Let’s go, I’ll help you with it,” Luo Ziling stood up.

Lin Lan also got up and asked softly, “Where to?”

“On the couch outside!” Luo Ziling pointed outside the room.

When booking the room, he had wisely chosen a suite with a living room outside.

“Alright,” Lin Lan obediently followed him out.

Once they were out, she began to undo her leather pants.