Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

"Okay, Sister Jingwen, hang in there!" Ye Fan no longer hesitated.

As the Junior Pavilion Master of the Medicine God Pavilion, Ye Fan had helped countless people during his years of travel; what hadn't he seen?

It was just that he knew Zhuang Jingwen, and since everyone was acquainted, it made Ye Fan somewhat embarrassed, but realizing the severity of Zhuang Jingwen's injuries, he immediately became serious.

After carefully examining Zhuang Jingwen's injuries, Ye Fan said in a deep voice, "Sister Jingwen, you can't take off your top. Your blood has coagulated with the fabric. If we forcefully remove it, it will be very painful. So, I'll use scissors to cut open your top, that way you won't have to endure too much pain!"

"Okay!" Zhuang Jingwen nodded.

Rip!

The next second, Ye Fan took the scissors and directly cut open Zhuang Jingwen's top, and when Zhuang Jingwen's perfect skin was exposed before Ye Fan's eyes, he was stunned.

He saw Zhuang Jingwen's skin white as mutton-fat jade, her figure flawless, especially her abdomen—just the right amount of fat, with visible abdominal lines, merely gazing at her upper body made Ye Fan feel like this was the most perfect creation of the heavens.

What was even more fatal was that Zhuang Jingwen was wearing black lace lingerie, which severely stimulated Ye Fan's nerves.

Seeing Ye Fan get lost in thought, Zhuang Jingwen's pale face flushed with a hint of red, "Do you think it looks good?"

"Yes!" Ye Fan replied earnestly.

The next moment, Ye Fan came back to his senses and quickly coughed, "Sister Jingwen, don't get me wrong, I had no other intentions, it's just that your figure is too good, I couldn't help but take a few more glances!"

"Is that so?" Zhuang Jingwen's face grew even more bashful.

Ye Fan secretly smacked his lips, "Yes, Sister Jingwen, do you still work out? How do you maintain such a figure?"

"I practice with swords usually!"

Zhuang Jingwen said with a face full of embarrassment-shame, "Keep looking, and see if I don't show you my swordsmanship!"

"Cough cough! I'm not looking, not looking anymore!" Ye Fan quickly averted his gaze.

Zhuang Jingwen turned her head away, unwilling to meet Ye Fan's eyes. Since her childhood, this was the first time another man had seen her upper body, even though she was covered by her undergarments, Zhuang Jingwen still felt extremely shy.

As a doctor, Ye Fan had a high level of psychological resilience. He glanced at Zhuang Jingwen's injuries and said with a grave face, "Sister Jingwen, the injury on your waist isn't too severe, but it needs stitches. However, your shoulder is more problematic, the bullet is still in your body and needs to be surgically removed!"

"Hurry up!" Zhuang Jingwen urged without regard for her shyness.

She had two injuries and had lost a lot of blood; it was remarkable she had managed to stay conscious for so long.

"Okay!"

Without hesitation, Ye Fan picked up the anesthetic and applied it to both of Zhuang Jingwen's wounds.

After the anesthesia, Ye Fan took up the medical needle and said, "Sister Jingwen, bear with it a bit—the anesthesia can't achieve a full numbing effect, so it will hurt a little soon."

"I understand!" Zhuang Jingwen responded.

Following that, Ye Fan cleaned Zhuang Jingwen's waist wound. Once it was clean, he quickly took the needle and sutured Zhuang Jingwen's wound. During this time, Zhuang Jingwen's complexion turned increasingly pale as she endured the pain without making a sound.

Ye Fan couldn't help but marvel at Zhuang Jingwen's strong willpower; it reminded him of Guan Yu during the Three Kingdoms period undergoing bone-scraping treatment for his injuries.

After suturing the waist wound, Ye Fan handed a towel to Zhuang Jingwen, "Sister Jingwen, extracting the bullet will hurt much more than suturing your waist wound. Bite down on the towel and bear it for a moment. I'll remove the bullet as quickly as possible!"

"It's fine, I can bear it. Go ahead," Zhuang Jingwen said directly.

Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise, "Really no need? Sister Jingwen, I'm not joking, the pain could be enough to knock someone unconscious!"

"Go ahead!" Zhuang Jingwen said again.

Seeing Zhuang Jingwen's resolute attitude, Ye Fan didn't say anything more. He picked up the sterilized scalpel and tore open the flesh of Zhuang Jingwen's arm.

In an instant, a surge of agonizing pain assaulted her. Zhuang Jingwen slowly closed her eyes as cold sweat trailed down her cheeks.

Having known Zhuang Jingwen for six years, Ye Fan knew she was a strong woman. He had not the slightest intention of stopping before she cried out.

Time ticked slowly by, and Zhuang Jingwen's stunning face was covered with sweat.

One minute! Five minutes!

Ten minutes!

The AWM, truly a top-tier sniper rifle in the world, had buried its bullet deep, and had even fractured Zhuang Jingwen's arm bone into two segments. The surgery lasted a full half hour before it was over.

Throughout, Zhuang Jingwen hadn't made a sound, and Ye Fan genuinely admired her. Had it been an ordinary person, they would have likely passed out long ago.

When Ye Fan finally extracted the bullet, Zhuang Jingwen slowly opened her eyes: "Is it done?"

"Sort of, but Zhuang Jingwen, your bone inside is broken. I need to set it for you, and you must not engage in any vigorous activities with your right arm for the near future!" Ye Fan stated seriously.

Zhuang Jingwen nodded, "Okay, then set the bone for me!"

Twenty minutes later, the bone setting was successful, and the wound was stitched up. Only then did Ye Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you!" With the wound properly bandaged, Zhuang Jingwen looked at Ye Fan with a grateful, pale face.

Ye Fan slowly stood up and poured a cup of warm water for Zhuang Jingwen: "Sister Jingwen, you've lost a lot of blood, have some water."

"Mhm!" Zhuang Jingwen took the cup with her left hand and took a couple of sips.

After tending to Zhuang Jingwen's injury, Ye Fan's heart was still unsettled for a long time. It was only now that he truly recognized Zhuang Jingwen, a worthy daughter of Zhuang Yan, the overlord of the Gray Zone from a decade ago. Her willpower was indeed terrifying.

When Zhuang Jingwen's complexion had improved a bit, Ye Fan asked, "Sister Jingwen, what's your plan now? You definitely can't run the barbecue stall anymore!"

"I haven't figured it out yet," Zhuang Jingwen sighed.

Ten years ago, during her flight, her mother was killed, and the next morning her father passed away. She had finally stepped out from the shadows and started a barbecue stall, thinking she could continue living that way, only to have her father's former subordinates, thought to be gone for a decade, resurface to cause her trouble.

Ye Fan spoke softly, "The people from the Gray Zone have to be dealt with, otherwise, they won't rest until they're done!"

"It's not that easy. Those who followed my father back then and are still alive are all big shots, with over a hundred forces large and small. With my current capabilities, I can't eradicate them all! Besides, they are innocent too, blinded by hatred; there is no need to deepen the animosity!" Zhuang Jingwen exhaled sadly.

Seeing Zhuang Jingwen's helpless expression, Ye Fan spoke solemnly, "Sister Jingwen, are you saying you don't want to make enemies with them? But once they find out your whereabouts, they will relentlessly hunt you down!"

"I've said it, they are innocent, too. Like my father, they were all betrayed back then!" Zhuang Jingwen closed her eyes in agony.

She knew almost all of her father Zhuang Yan's former subordinates. The calamity that befell them was not what she wanted, and even now, Zhuang Jingwen had no wish to confront those people, nor could she bear to strike down her father's old comrades.

Even more so, because they had answered her father's call on that fateful night, many had been ambushed and suffered terribly. As Zhuang Yan's daughter, she felt a deep sense of guilt towards them.

As Zhuang Jingwen was unwilling to face the situation, Ye Fan suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Sister Jingwen, the fact that you cherish old ties doesn't mean that those people will cherish them too. That storm that arose back then has also swept you up. It's exceptionally difficult for you to remain uninvolved. Only by facing it can everything be resolved!"

"Since that's the case, I'll help you confront what you're unwilling to face!"

"For the people you don't want to offend, I'll help you offend them! For the people you can't bear to kill, I'll help you kill them!"