Chapter 292 You Can Do It

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice deep and magnetic. The sensation sent shivers down Meryl’s spine, making her tremble.

She thought, “Why is Chandler, even injured, still so irresistible?” Her heart fluttered, as if someone had tickled her.

“I don’t know how to bandage wounds,” Meryl said, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

That look seemed to pull Chandler in. He took her hand and guided her to the bathroom. “I’ll show you.”

Chandler started unbuttoning his shirt, but after just two buttons, he seemed to lose his strength. He placed Meryl’s hand on his rigid chest, gazing at her with a somewhat childish expression. “Help me take it off.”

Seeing the usually strong and capable man now lacking the strength to undress himself made Meryl’s eyes well up again.

“Don’t cry.” Her reaction made Chandler’s throat tighten.

Panicked, he pulled Meryl into a tight embrace. He savored the care she was giving him. If Chandler had known his words would make her cry, he would have kept them to himself.

“Back then, when I was seriously injured, you saved me. This is nothing compared to that.”

She replied, “But back then, you were a stranger. If you had died, it would have been just another tragedy. Now you’re my husband. It’s different.”

Her words were indeed logical, but they pierced his heart.

Meryl hurried to fetch the first aid kit and began to unfasten Chandler’s shirt. When the wound was exposed to the air, Meryl gasped. The injury was located on his lower back and looked like it had been inflicted by a sharp blade. She didn’t know how deep it was. Meryl bit her lip, her hands trembling.

“Chandler, let’s go to the hospital, okay?”

Chandler said, “You’re trained in medical acupuncture, right? You should be able to handle this. I trust you.”

“But…”

“Open the medical kit and see what’s inside.”

Meryl fought back tears and complied. Her eyes widened when she saw the acupuncture needles. Chandler spread out the needles and looked at her with encouragement.

He said, “Ten years ago, you saved me with acupuncture. I don’t know why you haven’t done it for others in a long time, but why not use me as your practice dummy today? First, stop the bleeding. You can do this. I believe in you.”

Meryl shook her head vigorously. “A few years ago, a young boy died on my watch. Chandler, I’m not capable! I’ll hurt you! We need to go to the hospital!”

Chandler frowned. He thought, “It makes sense now–no wonder she is hesitant.”

“You can do it, Meryl. Trust yourself. The boy’s death might have been an accident. Remember how you saved me ten years ago? You were just a teenager then.”

Meryl bit her lip hard, meeting Chandler’s gaze. She began to understand his intention. He wanted her to overcome her fears and emerge from the shadows.

Yes, her acupuncture skills were fine. If they weren’t, she wouldn’t have been able to stop his bleeding ten years ago. It was a matter of life and death back then.

Feeling a surge of resolve, Meryl gripped the needles tightly, taking a deep breath. She thought, “If I could pull Chandler back from the brink of death all those years ago, I can handle this now. And besides, last time, his injury was far more serious than this.”