The Treasure of Lei Fong Wu

Chapter Fifty

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“I think we’ll be safe here for a while,” Johnny murmured as he closed the door. The corridor was empty, and this room – from what he could tell, they were in the engineering crew’s residence quarters – had been selected at random. They needed a place to hole up, catch their breath, and plan their next move. There were two spare bunks in the tiny room, and one was occupied by the wounded man, Fong. Nyan Nyan was tending to his shoulder, putting a compress on it while Fong himself searched through his first aid kit for supplies. He handed her an antiseptic spray and some tweezers, as well as his combat dagger. She raised her eyebrow.

“Wait until this starts working,” he said as he stabbed a syringe of morphine into his own leg and pushed the plunger down, “and after I pass out, dig the bullet out.” Nyan Nyan looked pale, but she nodded.

“Can you handle that?” Johnny inquired.

“I’ve been trained in first aid. I’ve never had to deal with anything this . . . invasive before . . .”

“Shoulder wounds are usually pretty easy. Not a lot of stuff you can mess up. Just bring it out the way it came it, then get the wound dressing over it.”

“Got it ready,” she acknowledged, holding up the sterile pack.

“You sure you can handle it?”

“I’m sure. Don’t worry so much,” she added with a brilliant smile.

“Sorry. I’m just used to most of the girls I know shrieking and fainting and such. Those who aren’t . . . say, is there anything I can get you? In all the fleeing for our lives and dodging bullets, I’ve neglected my duties as host.”

“I’d love something to eat,” she confessed. “It feels like I haven’t eaten in . . . a hundred years!” she said with a hysterical giggle.

Johnny joined, the insane irony providing the perfect ice-breaker. “I’ve got some very mediocre rations here, but they’re filling. Real good, stick-to-the-ribs soldier stuff.” He dug into his pack and rooted around until he came out with two foil pack