Chapter 58: Enchanting (?) Tuesday requests for followers, please recommend above.-Multiverse: All My Avatars Are Monsters(Like the maple, the maple, the maple.)

“Thanks, here’s your gun back.” The battle over, Li Changsheng strode into the cabin and tossed the weapon beside Cui Zhiyun.

Cui Zhiyun glanced at it, her voice weak. “My gun doesn’t seem to have that much firepower… Can you tell me what weapon you used?”

“It was your pistol,” Li Changsheng replied. “I just have better aim. Every shot hit the enemy’s ammo stash.”

Cui Zhiyun snorted, turning her head away. “Forget it if you won’t say.” Her face seemed paler than before.

Li Changsheng’s gaze flickered, settling on her wounded thigh and shoulder—the injury to her thigh was the worst. The bandage was soaked through with blood.

“Can’t stop the bleeding?”

She shook her head. “Could you deliver that box to my companion? There’s something important inside.” She feared she couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Let me take a look.” Li Changsheng reached to pull away the bandage from her leg.

But the wound was on the inner thigh, near the root, and she instinctively tried to block him.

“Still trying to act tough?” Li Changsheng brushed her hand aside and lifted her short skirt, inspecting the wound closely. His brow knit. “The bullet’s still inside. If it isn’t dealt with soon, you’ll bleed out.”

Cui Zhiyun only shook her head.

In this apocalyptic world, there was no hospital, no doctor to seek out.

Seeing the darkness in her eyes and her air of despair, Li Changsheng said, “Don’t look like you’re about to die. Not until you tell me where that sun flower came from—I won’t let you die.”

With that, he scooped her up and carried her deeper into the cabin.

Inside was a luxurious, oversized bed, taking up nearly half the cabin space. On a boat this small, a bed that big—its purpose was obvious.

Li Changsheng pulled out a futuristic-looking first aid kit from his storage.

This kit was different from the last; it was from the second meeting, left in storage by Li Xiao-T. Li Changsheng had studied it before—it contained anesthetics, a medical computer, and a medical nanobot.

The medical robot had been designed for treating war wounds in the Terminator world, but until now, he'd never needed it.

He placed Cui Zhiyun on the bed, arranging her white legs in an L shape.

Cui Zhiyun struggled a bit.

“Don’t move—just like that. I’ll get the bullet out,” Li Changsheng said, injecting anesthetic around her wound, speaking offhandedly, “Take your clothes off.”

“What?” Cui Zhiyun was stunned, then murmured, “No…” Her cold face showed a hint of unease.

“What are you thinking? If you don’t undress, how can I remove the bullet? Avoiding treatment is foolish,” Li Changsheng shook his head.

Cui Zhiyun glanced at him, seeing his calm expression and the professional-looking tools, began to trust him. She turned her face away in silence.

Li Changsheng found it amusing.

Ordinarily, after being hit by a bullet, the pain from the cavitation effect is unbearable—most people can’t even stand.

But this ice-cold beauty, wounded for so long, remained stoic and composed.

Yet now, faced with the prospect of baring herself, she was anxious rather than in pain.

“Is this tacit consent?” Li Changsheng paused. “You’re too weak now; let me help you undress.”

Without hesitation, he tore open her suit jacket; two creamy, full curves broke free, almost bursting forth. He felt dizzy at the sight.

He then ripped apart her short skirt, revealing black lace lingerie, and quickly pushed the obstructing fabric aside.

Feeling the warmth of his hands against her delicate skin, and sensing his gaze on her body, the pale, calm face of Cui Zhiyun showed a blush.

She rolled her eyes, resigned, letting him do as he wished.

Closing his own eyes, Li Changsheng felt awkward staring at her himself.

He took the medical computer from the kit, set it to treat gunshot wounds, removed the bloody bandage, and poured the nanobot from its vial into the wound.

Silvery, liquid-like nanobots entered her body through the wound; in a few minutes, they pushed the bullet out.

Li Changsheng then activated the suture program. With mechanical assistance, the wound was quickly stitched, the bleeding visibly stopped.

So this is future technology…

How convenient…

It was his first time using it, and Li Changsheng genuinely marveled.

Perhaps due to the anesthetic, Cui Zhiyun had already fallen asleep. Seeing the treatment was complete, Li Changsheng tossed her blood-stained clothes away, pulled a thin blanket from his storage, and gently covered her.

Should he wipe her body clean?

Her body was stained with blood—uncomfortable to look at.

He shook his head, suppressing such unreliable thoughts, glanced at Cui Zhiyun—she wouldn’t wake for a while. Li Changsheng left her alone and walked out of the cabin.

At the port, scattered zombies had begun to appear, their numbers growing, drawn by the earlier gunfire.

Li Changsheng had no intention of killing them now; after a brief consideration, he piloted the yacht dozens of miles away.

Partly to evade the zombies, partly to avoid further reinforcements from the Rex Institute.

After the battle, Li Changsheng felt mentally fatigued, so he lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rested.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he sensed a gaze upon him.

Opening his eyes, he met a pair of clear, cold eyes—moonlit and star-bright.

Since arriving in this world, Li Changsheng had met many beauties. In terms of appearance, Cui Zhiyun was stunning and seductive, but Amy and the others were no less attractive.

Yet only Cui Zhiyun’s eyes, cold and brilliant as the stars, could truly captivate him.

After a moment’s silent stare, Cui Zhiyun’s face betrayed a hint of discomfort. She turned her head slightly, lingering in silence.

She moved, realizing the anesthetic had worn off, and sat up. The blanket slid away, exposing her chest to the cool air; only then did she notice her clothes were gone. Panicked, she quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself.

Perhaps the abrupt movement tugged at her wound; a stab of pain made her brow crease.

Even in distress, the allure of this powerful woman was ever-present.

A trace of longing stirred in Li Changsheng’s heart. “Your wound just healed. Try not to move too much.”

Cui Zhiyun nodded. “Thank… thank you for the reminder, and for saving me. But I still want to ask—where are my clothes?”

“Your jacket was dirty, could infect your wound, so I threw it away.”

“Oh, so the jacket could cause infection. What about the rest of my clothes—could they infect the wound too?”

Cui Zhiyun stared at Li Changsheng, a dangerous curve appearing at her lips.