Immoral System 197 He Whose Interest Was Piqued 2

As Simonne's sister, aside from being inside a police car most of the time chasing after fleeing criminals, or at the crime scene piecing out clues and solving mysteries, Wendy also had her fair share of experiences and dealings with the wounded, tending to the casualties and injured people. His brother had her learn some first aid treatment too, which included how to treat and pull out bullets from shallow and/or hideous wounds.

She never knew the training would be of good use today when he saw that the man was actually shot in the right shoulder and had a fairly deep gash on the stomach region.

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

But it was not really due to the blood excessively flowing out of the man's wounds.

She got it on the way to where she currently stays!

The man was so d.a.m.n heavy!

The heck! How did that happen when this bloke looked so slender in his black overalls? Looks could really be deceiving! d.a.m.n!

G.o.d knows how many times she gritted her teeth just to drag this bag of weights back to her dorm.

See, she still had traces of perspiration all over her face and back even though a long time had pa.s.sed since then, and she had already checked back on Steffy, fed her, and returned to her own room.

"Thankfully my roommates are not around. I'm really h.e.l.la thankful that they're back to their hometowns. Or else, I don't know how I'll bulls.h.i.t my way into making them believe that we should let this troublesome man stay here. Argh, I don't even want to imagine it. I'm sure my brain will come up with something ridiculous, if not laughable!"

Wendy wiped away the sweats on her forehead using her left arm, the other held the scissors she used to cut the pieces of clothing wrapped up around the man's midsection.

She actually didn't remove the bullet.

Why would she do that kind of moronic thing anyway? People should not always believe what the TV was sometimes showing to everyone, no matter how cool or reasonable it looked like. When it comes to a bullet being pulled out by any whoever...

Just remember that it was simply dangerous for random individuals with no whatsoever corresponding medical license and experience to do that!

Wendy was simply one of the unlicensed individuals.

Who knows when her hand would shake and the plier or whatever tools nearby and convenient she would then be holding would sever a major artery the bullet had inconveniently missed? Her part-time job was to help catch criminals and send them to jail. It was not to ever send herself in there too. Never in her wildest and stupidest dream did she ever see herself joining their ranks. No thanks.

So in reality, the only thing she learned from the training which she perfectly demonstrated through today's incident was to not blindly pull out a bullet from the wound but to instead control or stop the bleeding.

"He won't be dying soon anymore, right?" She tossed the scissors to who knows where, wiped her hands after, and then sat on her own bed.
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As she stared at the man lying on her extra blanket spread on the floor and took notice of the red scattered here and then, she couldn't help the grimace in her face. A couple of seconds later, she was already half-lying on her bed.

With her fist pounding on the fluffy baby-blue mattress, Wendy heavily berated herself, "d.a.m.n, Wendy, of course, he won't be dying anytime soon. You saved him for effin' m.u.f.fin's sake! Gosh. I'm so unbelievable for bringing trouble home. Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Curse whatever conscience! Idiot! Idiot! A genius idiot!!!!"

The crazy girl did this for so many times that the lips of the man lying 'unconscious' below twitched. One eye of that person open and gawked at her, but she was just too preoccupied with her random thoughts and screaming to notice his little movements. Right, the wounded fellow had never been unconscious. He merely pretended to have pa.s.sed out for his own convenience.

When the girl turned at him furiously with a pillow in hand, his eyes turned tightly shut again, his breathing even controlled.

Wendy got off the bed and stood before the man, her eyes suspiciously peering down to him. Now that the blood covering his face was gone, she began glaring at him angrily due to realizing how good-looking he really was. The paleness of his skin even evoked additional charm and appeal on top of the already beautiful features. d.a.m.n. Everyone, and not only her, would be compelled to swear towards the heavens for unfairly giving this man an ultra delicate appearance rivaling even the most beautiful girls on earth, right?

She sat down and maliciously said to the man,

"Hey, Mr. Sleeping Trouble, I don't know your name so I will just call you that. I just want to ask... Aren't you so impossibly beautiful? Heh, I wonder what bunch of crazies this pretty face of yours provoked for you to end up with bullet shots and unsightly wounds all over your body. Heh, you must have grabbed the attention of a mafia boss and got retaliated as a result when you refused to stumble in bed with him, no? Or maybe it's a love triangle where one side became bitter because you chose and stumbled in bed with the other? Hey, wake up and answer me. This G.o.ddess, me, is verrrrryyyyyy curious!"

Chills ran down the spine of the 'sleeping' patient.

Just when he was being thankful that he was not sent to the police and that the woman did not stupidly let him die of bleeding due to being panic-stricken, these dramatically and d.a.m.nably twisted words came out of her beautiful cherry lips. Who would have thought a girl as pretty as she would have such a poisonous tongue?

'F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! So this is the reason why the b*tch did not faint at the sight of raw blood and flesh. I'm out of this! I'm a psycho but this one's another level of psycho! This woman is insane! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!'

He got too shaken to the point quite a number of profanities were shouted by his agitated mind. The shock had, in fact, overwritten the self-remorse and other negative feelings brought upon to him by the betrayal of one of his closest confidant a few hours ago.

Yet Wendy, the girl oblivious to his complaints, was not yet finished.

"Heya! Wake up now, please~" The voice she used this time was so cute, like the purring of a fluffy cat snuggling to its owner, tantalizing the heart, sparking some fanciful thoughts in the closed-eyed fellow's mind.

How badly he wished that she just didn't open her mouth after.

But she laughingly continued, "... Because I also want to know how was your experience with that legendary~ deed? You must be what they called the 'bottom', right? Your face is the kind belonging to a 'bottom', isn't it? I already can picture your underneath someone in my head.... Hehe..."

"..."

Within the injured man's brain, another being joined him in exclaiming the word starting with the letter 'f', six times. The man additionally cursed out, 'd.a.m.n you, girl. You're having too much fun, huh? Crazy lady, be thankful I don't have enough points to heal myself or else I'll make you realize how hard, pa.s.sionate, and rough bottom really means!'

Unfortunately for the man, the day pa.s.sed with the 'sleeping' him subjected to the wavy-haired girl's weird and hair-raising questions. One time, she even told him a story freshly out of her imagination which she said she would later publish in a reknown BL website. Wendy sincerely thanked him for giving her so much inspiration.

'... Just how sh*tty my life can be, huh?'

The man felt so speechless that he almost asked the system to release poison gas in the air to kill off the foul-mouthed girl.

Only, her kind gestures when feeding the 'unconscious' him and careful handling of his wound kept him from truly doing that.

Actually, aside from her unusual temperament and tongue, she was quite a nice girl. Pretty too. No, not just pretty, but the kind which would certainly become a drop-dead gorgeous beauty in the very near future. The little lady's constant praising of herself as a brainy G.o.ddess piqued his amus.e.m.e.nt and interest too.

Therefore, he inquired her information from the data demon inhabiting his brain. So it would be easier for him to know what would be the best way to repay her once he fully recovered.

However...

'...What?'

It was evening, past 7 pm.

After that dumbfounded voice leaked out of him, he subconsciously stared blankly at the back of the woman throwing the used bandages into the trash can. His mistakes lied in not immediately closing his eyes when she turned around.

"Oooh! Nice! You're now awake!"

At Wendy's raised voice and happy grin adorning her small and flawless face, Host 314 suddenly felt goose b.u.mps crawling all over his exposed skin.

For some inexplicable, or perhaps, supernatural reason, he couldn't stop having speculations that something bad would happen to him...

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