Luo Chao finished speaking and continued to pull the little girl's clothes, Ouyang Zhenhua was speechless and waved his hand saying, "I'll go get you some alcohol first, there should be gauze at home. Is there anything else you want me to buy?"

Initially, Luo Chao wanted to just push the little girl's clothes upwards a bit, but who knew that some dried blood had stuck the clothes to her skin, so the jacket had to be taken off and then this part cut away.

Without turning his head, he said, "I need surgical sutures and needles, this wound definitely needs stitching. I also need gauze, alcohol is essential, and some anti-inflammatory drugs."

After Luo Chao explained everything, Ouyang Zhenhua left in big strides without looking back. Needing such professional items meant needing to find someone he knew to get it, and it had to be fast; truly demanding his life.

After Ouyang Zhenhua left, Luo Chao realized that guy hadn't brought the knife for him! However, the little girl's jacket had already been taken off, leaving only a vest, revealing perfect curves. Luo Chao's eyebrow twitched; no man wouldn't be affected.

Luo Chao carefully examined the little girl's face again, her fair skin, full forehead, high and delicate nose, along with small lips which were pale due to excessive blood loss.

Earlier, due to the urgency, he hadn't noticed, but now taking a look, it seemed like he had seen her somewhere before?

How could such a pretty girl have been stabbed? And still bravely walked a long distance.

Luo Chao shook his head, interrupting his thoughts; now was not the time to think. He took out a small knife from himself, which had been specially crafted a few days ago by Jiang Yuanyuan's father finding someone. It was extremely thin, with over ten of them in varying sizes lined up, strapped to the waist without hindering normal activities.

Holding the paper-thin knife, Luo Chao skillfully cut the clothes around the wound on the girl's stomach, then took off the vest, leaving the little girl lying on the ****** with an untouched lower body, with only a black ** on top. Sweating due to pain and excessive blood loss, Luo Chao could barely glance without feeling overwhelmed, after all, he was a normal man. But upon seeing the tattoo exposed on the little girl's chest inside the black underwear, Luo Chao was shocked.

With one leg pressed on ******, he leaned over and seriously examined the little girl's ***** blue tattoo.

He couldn't be more familiar with this tattoo; it was a tattoo that only the best assassins in one of the world's top ten assassin organizations were qualified to have. The tattoo was a tiny cherry blossom, the same as on his own body. In fact, he didn't need a tattoo back then, he just thought it was fun and had it done.

So, does this mean this little girl belongs to his martial uncle's organization?

But this girl was still so young. Luo Chao thought of something, reached over to flip the girl's palm, and felt it. Although there was no visible trace, he could still sense a thin callus at the base of her thumb, a callus that only forms from long-term practice with knives or other weapons. Her hands seemed to have been treated, so it felt so light, almost undetectable.

While inspecting other parts of the girl's body for abnormalities, this discovery made Luo Chao feel like he found a relative, yet also very strange, because in the assassin organization, most assassins operated alone, rarely killing in groups, and although the people on the ranking list might know each other's names, they usually did not know each other's appearances.

However, now he had unintentionally stumbled upon one. While pondering this, Luo Chao hadn't realized that his position was almost like he was prostrating on the little girl's body. Just as he was about to get down and continue the treatment, Ouyang Zhenhua's cough interrupted him.

"I say, Night Hawk, are you being overly eager... have you been holding back too long? The girl is still injured!" As soon as Ouyang Zhenhua entered, he saw Luo Chao's actions on the girl's body and naturally misunderstood.

Hearing Ouyang Zhenhua's teasing, Luo Chao's face suddenly flushed. He got up from **** and glared at Ouyang Zhenhua, saying, "You're such a jokester! Hurry and bring the stuff over!"

Ouyang Zhenhua tossed the plastic bag in his hand, which Luo Chao caught. Inside, the necessary items were all there. Luo Chao opened the bag, took out a pair of scissors, and seriously started dealing with the clothes around the wound, then poured disinfectant over the wound.

The unconscious girl's body jolted, likely from the pain. Luo Chao frowned, knowing if he had got these supplies from Ouyang Zhenhua earlier, he should have also gotten some anesthetics. Stitching the girl's wound without it was something he was reluctant to do.

Once he had removed all the clothes stuck to the wound, Luo Chao stared at the neat wound on the girl's abdomen, realizing the person who did it was very skilled with the knife. The knife was very sharp; the wound was long but not deep, suggesting the girl had dodged most of it, but the knife tip still touched her.

The bloodstains on the wound were washed away by the disinfectant; it wasn't deep, but it was bloody and long. Such a wound would probably need more than ten stitches. Luo Chao glanced at the sweating girl and felt somewhat hesitant.

After two seconds of hesitation, Luo Chao said to Ouyang Zhenhua behind him, "Come over and help me steady her upper body. If she moves from the pain, it'll be hard for me to stitch."

Ouyang Zhenhua came over, sat on ******* and directly used his hands to hold down the girl's shoulders. Luo Chao, afraid her legs might move, clamped the girl's legs with his. Just as he was threading the needle, a weak voice sounded, "What are you doing?"

Luo Chao's hand paused, looking up to see Ouyang Zhenhua glancing at him with an unnatural expression. Looking down, he saw the girl's half-open eyes staring at him.

Luo Chao said, "I'm helping to stitch your wound, afraid you might move instinctively, so I... um, did this."

After speaking, Luo Chao released the girl's legs, and Ouyang Zhenhua also removed his hands from the girl's body.

Unexpectedly, the girl smiled nonchalantly and said, "Thank you, just stitch it, I won't move."

Luo Chao looked at the girl in surprise but, realizing she was trained as an assassin and wouldn't fear this pain, didn't say more. He proceeded, with skilled hands and quick speed. The girl lying on ***** barely felt the needle and thread moving on her body when it was already over.

After finishing the stitching, Luo Chao mixed some hemostatic herbs he had bought and used gauze to wrap the girl's wound.

The girl lay on ****, her chest rising and falling slightly. Luo Chao felt that continuing the conversation like this would affect his judgment, so he had Ouyang Zhenhua find a thin blanket to cover the girl.

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