The Urban Dao Child. Chapter 197
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The convoy moved. Yang Dao was constantly monitoring the bandit leader in front of him and the surrounding air to sense if the bandits would return. He said to Kiya, "Cut the sleeve of her jacket with the scissors, be careful not to graze the bullet wound."
Kiya also came out of military training freshly, and she was an exceptional talent in medical issues, after Yang Dao, of course. She followed the instructions seriously and carefully cut off the sleeve of the jacket.
Instead of a rugged, thick arm, a slender and smooth arm came out from below the jacket. Yang Dao said, "You can take off your helmet, I know you are a girl. Try not to do anything funny."
The bandit leader was surprised even more. She slowly took off her helmet with one hand. First, she undid the strap of the helmet, then she took it off. A beautiful face came into view. The girl had almond eyes, filled with resentment and hatred for Yang Dao along with a sense of helplessness. She had shoulder-length black hair loosely falling over her shoulders. Accompanied with thin lips like pink flower petals.
Too bad Yang Dao was not a normal guy or he would have fallen for her charm. Yang Dao ignored the bandit beauty, he said, "Take out the cleaning alcohol and clean the wound."
Kiya nodded and took out the bottle of clinical alcohol. She said to the bandit beauty, "It may hurt, please bear with it."
Before the bandit beauty had the time to react, she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes tightly. Despite the burning pain, she did not make a noise. Yang Dao nodded in appreciation. This showed the resolve and guts of the bandit leader.
This also made him aware of one thing, this girl was anything but soft. The vigilance in his mind instantly doubled. He said, "Clean the forceps and take out the bullet."
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Kiya was surprised and Sasha was also surprised, but they trusted Yang Dao. Kiya cleaned the forceps as instructed and asked, "Dao, we do not have anesthesia. The pain will be too much."
The bandit leader did not show it to her face. Yang Dao said, "Roll up the jacket sleeve tight, she can chew on that to hold on for a few seconds."
Kiya stared at Yang Dao as she listened to him. This guy was so indifferent. The boy sensed the satisfaction and said, "When they pointed out the guns at us, did you think, they were joking? The person who approached me radiated actual killing intent. Now stop pitying her. Or she will die from the blood loss."
The argument was over. Kiya sighed and with an apologetic gaze she placed the twisted sleeve in front of the bandit leader's mouth. The latter bit on the sleeve hard, as her eyes glared at Yang Dao. She had a lot of questions, but now was not the time to ask. She vented her rage on the poor cloth.
Kiya cleaned the bleeding wound and inserted the forceps inside the wound. Her moments were meticulous and calm. She had forgotten everything, while the Bandit leader bite on the cloth harder and clenched her fists hard. She wanted to wail, but if her voice showed her weakness, then she would be wasted.
The doctor felt a hard object inside the wound. Carefully she squeezed the forceps and after applying a little force the bullet dislodged from the bone. The bullet was lodged in the bone slightly. Yang Dao was extremely thoughtful when he shot the girl. The aim was not at the shoulder but below it. Missing the joint slightly.
Kiya pulled out the bullet, and Yang Dao said, "Do we have a stature kit?" the bandit beauty took a deep breath after the bullet was out.
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Kiya looked down in the first aid kit bow she was provided by a guard. She said, "I have a stature kit here, but I do not know how to stature. Dao, I cannot do it." her hands were shaking after she pulled out that bullet.
The boy said, "Sasha, Stop the car." his tone was stable and light. Sasha slowed down the car and stopped at the side. The rest of the cars following behind also stopped. Eric quickly got off and came to them.
Yang Dao said, "Kiya, get down, and let Eric sit in my place. You go to his vehicle and I will take your place." it was a three-way swap.
Kiya asked, "What about Sasha?"
Sasha said, "I am fine, no problem." she was a tough girl. She was used to this when she used to live in the place.
Kiya nodded and got off the car. Yang Dao swiftly slid into her seat. The door was closed and Eric got inside the car. He sat in the passenger seat and was shocked to see that the leader of the famous bandits of the region was a girl. Yang Dao said, "Aim your gun at her. If she moves too fast, pull the trigger."
His voice was cold and calm. Sasha regretted not getting off of the car when she had the chance. The boy said, "Drive." he put the gun behind him. poured some clinical alcohol on his hands and rubbed it evenly. Then he picked up the needle, prepared the stature tools.
He held the needle with a pair of forceps like a proper medical personal. Before performing the stature, the boy hit a few acupressure points on the girl's arms. He sensed the disgust originating in her eyes, but he did not care. He picked up the forceps and passed the needles through the wound.
The girl was ready for the pain, which did not come. She opened her eyes and asked, "How come it doesn't hurt?" she has received stitches before but they were never so painless.
Sasha said, "He must have pressed your acupressure points. It is taught in military training. You are lucky that a special recruit is performing medical aid for you."
"Sasha, focus on the road." Yang Dao's cold voice sounded. He did not want Sasha to talk too much.
The girl realized she spoke too much, she said, "Aye Captain." Soon Yang Dao was done. With the stitches, he covered the wound in a nice clean bandage. Then he leaned back in his seat.
He said, "Would you like to play a game? One question for each. You can start first."
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