Chapter 1734

“There’s no anesthesia here,” Nangong Xu reminded, seeing Mu Xiaojiu silent.

However, this was just a reminder for Mu Xiaojiu, as he knew Mr.

Xiaojiu didn’t care about using anesthesia at all.

As long as he could keep watching the girl, that was enough.

Nangong Xu stepped behind him, intending to remove the previously wrapped gauze.

The gauze had already fused with the skin, making it very difficult to remove.

With a slight tug, a blood mark would appear where the gauze and skin met, and fresh blood would immediately start gushing out.

Nangong Xu immediately picked up the disinfectant, held it above the gauze, and slowly poured it down.

The disinfectant gradually soaked the gauze, touching Mu Xiaojiu’s skin through the fabric.

The searing pain hit, causing Mu Xiaojiu’s sharp brows to furrow slightly.

“Bear with it,” Nangong Xu said lightly.

Mu Xiaojiu just gave him a cold glance, his gentle gaze falling back on Baili Xia’s face, without a word.

Finally, Nangong Xu lifted the gauze, along with the skin that had adhered to it.

Mu Xiaojiu’s wound was a bloody mess, but luckily there was no infection, a testament to his resilience.

Nangong Xu disinfected it again, sprinkled on some hemostatic powder, and then carefully rebandaged it.

After finishing, Nangong Xu stepped outside.

As Mu Xiaojiu said, he really needed to consult some medical texts to see if he could find any illnesses with similar symptoms.

If Baili Xia couldn’t wake up on her own, then it was up to him to find a way.

…

Night, in the dead of night.

Mu Xiaojiu still sat by the bedside, tightly holding Baili Xia’s hand, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

His face was etched with fatigue, but with sheer willpower, he persisted.

Mu Xiaoyao sat on the sofa not far away, a laptop on the coffee table, working continuously.

He had once advised Mu Xiaojiu to get some rest, offering to watch over Baili Xia himself.

But Mu Xiaojiu still disagreed, insisting on staying.

He was truly worried, wondering what would happen if Uncle collapsed as well?

Three days, it had been three days, when had Uncle ever rested?

But Uncle completely ignored him.

If this continued, he really needed to discuss with Nangong Xu about giving Uncle some sedatives or something.

At least, let him have a good sleep before anything else.

However, in Nangong Xu’s eyes, Mr.

Mu wasn’t doing much better than Mr.

Xiaojiu either.

Mu Xiaoyao was constantly working, appearing energetic and very busy.

But if one carefully counted his time, it would be clear that he wasn’t much different from Mr.

Xiaojiu.

Here, he had also stayed for three days.

These two people…

Nangong Xu was truly at a loss.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Baili Xia, it’s just that these two were too crazy.

Time ticked by, the night terrifyingly silent.

Three days, over seventy hours, finally, Mu Xiaoyao closed his laptop, propping his elbow on the sofa’s armrest.

Long fingers supporting his forehead, he closed his eyes.

His eyes were so sore they could barely stay open.

Mu Xiaojiu remained by the bedside, with Baili Xia’s pale hand always in his palm.

He stared unblinkingly at the girl sleeping on the bed, only, the light in his eyes had unknowingly faded away.

A gunshot wound, excessive blood loss, over seventy hours without rest…

Now, he could only hold on because he couldn’t let go of the girl on the bed.

Yet he didn’t know how much longer he could actually stay with her.

His consciousness had begun to blur…

Just as Mu Xiaojiu’s eyelids were about to close, suddenly, in the center of his palm, there seemed to be a faint, slight movement…