Out of Control on the Battlefield: His Heart Beats Only for Me

As a doctor with Doctors Without Borders, Nan Shuangchu met him while treating the wounded in a war zone.

The moment the special forces king, codenamed “Night Owl,” tore through the enemy’s defenses with his bare hands, blood splashed across her snow-white medical gloves.

“Don’t touch me.” She coldly shoved away the hemostat he offered.

But the man seized her wrist and wiped the blood from her cheek with a bloodstained fingertip. “Doctor, why are you trembling?”

Outside the tent, artillery fire raged. He suddenly pinned her against the medicine shelves.

In the darkness, their breaths burned hot. “Did you hear that? That’s your heart racing.”

She was forced to stay by his side as the unit’s medic, but during a mission she discovered his back was covered in old knife scars.

“This one’s from when I was sixteen, fighting for half a loaf of bread. This one’s from when I was twenty, saving a traitor.”

He chuckled and pressed her hand against his heart. “Only this new wound... I took that shrapnel for you.”

On the night the rebels surrounded the base, he locked her inside an armored vehicle. “Nan Shuangchu, if I don’t make it back...”

But she forced the door open and raised her scalpel amid a hail of bullets. “Shut up and lie still. I haven’t signed off on your life yet.”