Chapter 482: Chapter 483: The Wound Worsened Again?
Shi Lingyan felt as if something was choking his throat.
She had admitted it.
Shi Mei took a step back, and in contrast to the tear streaks on her face, her voice was overly calm as she said, "I was played for a fool by you all, only to realize in the end that the good friend I thought I had was only coveting my heart, and the man I believed I could trust with my life was nothing but an accomplice from the very beginning."
It was that same kind of talk again.
A covetous accomplice for her heart.
Last time, at Shi Wuzhou’s place, she had said the same thing.
But even so, the blade never went in deep, she always loved him.
A dull pain throbbed in Shi Lingyan’s chest as he moved slightly closer and called her name in a low voice, "Tang Wu..."
"Don’t come any closer," her voice was terrifyingly calm as she coldly regarded Shi Lingyan, word by word she said, "It’s probably good to clear some things up, Shi Lingyan. I am indeed Tang Wu. It may sound bizarre, but it’s true that I died and was reincarnated into Shi Mei’s body. Believe it or not, I am now Shi Mei, and you are aware, aren’t you, that your ’first love’ has set her sights on my heart again."
Her tone was mocking, cold and distant to the extent that it was heartbreaking.
Shi Lingyan’s heart felt as though it had been ruthlessly carved with several gashes as he angrily retorted, "It’s not any ’first love’. Bai Yuejie is simply Bai Yuejie. I only knew her before, we were never close. It was because of you that we even barely became friends..."
"Enough," Tang Wu’s lips curled in mockery, "there’s no need to say these things to me."
Shi Lingyan felt an intense suffocation in his heart, "Why won’t you believe me, Tang Wu..."
"I’ve been deceived by you long enough, Mr. Shi."
Shi Lingyan felt even more aggrieved. Suddenly, he clutched his shoulder, "It hurts!"
Shi Mei’s expression changed as she eyed his condition. She wanted to move closer but hesitated, saying mockingly, "You know you’re hurt and still you smoke and drink. Who indulged this bad habit of yours!"
Shi Lingyan appeared not to have heard her at all, taking in a sharp breath of cold air, "The doctor said the wound is festering, there might be parasites inside, it’s so painful. I’ve never experienced such pain, even during my time in the military, facing life and death..."
Beneath the streetlight, Shi Lingyan’s complexion looked terrible. Shi Mei watched him, pressing her lips together and hesitating said, "Is it really that serious?"
Gunshot wounds could be minor or severe.
But to still be in such excruciating pain after so long was a first for Shi Mei.
Shi Lingyan stopped talking, holding his shoulder, and leaned against a tree.
Eventually, Shi Mei couldn’t hold back anymore and took two steps forward, hesitantly suggesting, "I’ll take you to the hospital."
Shi Lingyan, pale-faced and pitiable, heard her words and forcefully suppressed the corners of his mouth from turning up. Breathing in with a pale face, he said, "No need, I have medicine at my hotel. Just changing the dressing and cleansing the wound should be fine."
Shi Mei was skeptical.
The wound was nearly infested with parasites, and just cleansing and changing the dressing would fix it?
Wouldn’t he at least need an IV or something?
She immediately recalled the doctor’s words from that afternoon.
The doctor had suggested he stay in the hospital for observation, but he couldn’t wait to self-destruct by drinking and smoking that evening. Could it be that the wound had worsened because of this?
With this thought, Shi Mei’s brows deeply furrowed, and she walked over to support him, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital."
"I’m not going," Shi Lingyan said indifferently, "Why bother with me? Since you dislike me so much, just let me be and meet my own fate."