"No, I can't take off my pants!"

Instinctively, Sierra Vincent grabbed Dirk Carter's hand.

Dirk hesitated slightly and said, "If you don't take off your pants, I really can't treat you. You need to know that a hip dislocation is very serious. It might lead to sciatic nerve injury or avascular necrosis of the femoral head. Forget riding a bike; you might not even be able to stand up in the future."

Such a terrifying consequence.

Sierra was a bit worried.

She hesitated for a while and finally nodded, blushing as she said, "I can take them off, but you can't look around."

What kind of statement is that?

Hip dislocation.

It's the dislocation of the pelvis and thigh bone.

The location happens to be in the most private area.

Since treatment requires action, naturally, it must be looked at.

"Alright, I won't look around."

Dirk said this and then.

Sierra slowly lifted her rear end, attempting to take off her pants.

But since the injury was at the base of her thigh, she couldn't move at all.

Seeing her in such agony.

Dirk said, "Okay, I'll just rip your pants then."

He finished speaking,

squatted down, bit the leather pants with his teeth, and with a strong pull, a ripping sound was heard, and a large hole was torn open.

In a matter of moments.

Dirk shredded the right pant leg of Sierra's pants into pieces, tearing it from the pant cuff to the abdomen.

Just as the crotch area was cleared.

Sierra quickly covered her triangle area with her hand.

Although she moved swiftly, the parts that should and shouldn't have been seen were still seen by Dirk.

Perhaps to avoid leaving marks from her skin-tight leather pants, Sierra was actually wearing a thong, a palm-sized piece of fabric covering the most private corner.

But that wasn't what surprised Dirk the most.

Sierra had no hair on her pubic bone.

In other words, Maeve Winters shaved for hygiene, but Sierra was naturally hairless.

No wonder she was so adamant about not taking off her pants initially.

"Just remove your hand. I need to start the treatment. Don't be so dramatic; I've seen everything."

Dirk said.

"You..."

Upon hearing this, Sierra's previously pale face instantly flushed red.

She wanted to get angry but in her current state of pain, the facts were already set. Even if she got angry, nothing would change.

After hesitating for a while,

she still moved her hand away.

At that moment, Dirk's heart couldn't help but race wildly.

After all, the scene in front of him was too tempting.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Next, he rubbed his hands together vigorously, placed them on Sierra's fair, long legs, and began searching for the dislocated area.

Because it was the position of the hip joint.

Dirk's hand inevitably moved to the most sensitive triangular area.

In an instant, Sierra let out a soft whimper from her throat. Her eyes quickly closed tightly, her lips gently pursed, and her expression changed subtly.

Without thinking much.

Dirk used one hand to hold her thigh, and the other to press down on the pelvis.

He suddenly took a huff of breath and said, "Knife Sister, why does it smell so nice here?"

"Pervert!"

Sierra was about to get angry.

Then there was a cracking sound.

A sharp pain surged to the top of her head.

She let out a scream.

Then, the intense pain disappeared.

She slowly opened her eyes to see Dirk touching her thigh again, and he let out a long sigh, saying, "Alright, it's all set. There shouldn't be any problems now. Try moving around."

Sierra incredulously lifted her leg.

A miraculous scene occurred.

The recently injured leg, which couldn't budge an inch, now moved as usual.

Could he really mend bones?

And also!

Did he deliberately flirt just now to distract me?

Though there was a tiny warmth in her heart, she couldn't resist and snapped, "Don't expect me to thank you. If it weren't for you, how would I have fallen off the mountain? It's only right you saved me."

"They say men are heartless after pulling out; you're even more heartless than a man."

Dirk said.

"What? Did I say anything wrong..."

Stubborn Sierra didn't finish her last two words when a sudden thunderclap boomed across the sky, followed by a downpour that drenched both of them in an instant.

Amidst the dense forest.

The big trees blocked some of the rain.

But that was not a long-term solution.

After all, everyone knows it's unsafe to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm.

Dirk grabbed Sierra's hand and headed further into the mountain.

"Where are we going?"

Sierra asked.

"Where else? To find shelter from the rain!"

Trekking through the muddy mountain path, like headless chickens, they searched for over ten minutes, finally stumbling upon a hidden cave in front of them.

Without thinking much more,

when they scrambled into the cave, they were already completely soaked.

The cave wasn't large, only about two to three meters deep.

But it was enough for them to take shelter from the rain.

However, as dusk fell and the rain showed no sign of stopping, it seemed they'd have to spend the night in the cave.

In the late autumn season.

Daytime temperatures were around twenty degrees, but at night it dropped sharply, and with the rain soaking them, Sierra was soon shivering in a corner.

Seeing this, Dirk decisively took off his business jacket, wrung out the water, and draped it over Sierra.

But in such temperatures, this damp jacket was utterly useless against the cold.

Seeing Sierra's lips start turning purple,

Dirk moved closer to her and said, "How about I hold you? That way, you'll be a bit warmer."

"No way, you pervert, you just want to take advantage of me!"

Sierra, with a stubborn temper, pushed Dirk away firmly.

Dirk shook his head, helplessly.

After struggling for about an hour,

Sierra curled up, seemingly unable to endure any longer.

If this continued, she could very well succumb to hypothermia.

Dirk couldn't care that much anymore. He approached Sierra again, pinning her down on the ground.

"What... what are you doing?"

Sierra wanted to struggle, but hunger, exhaustion, and cold had sapped her strength to resist.

Dirk said, "If you don't want to die, don't struggle. I'm trying to save you!"

With that, he reached out and unzipped Sierra's leather jacket.

No wonder she was so cold.

Underneath the leather jacket, there was only a piece of underwear.

Dirk touched it.

Even the underwear was wet.

He couldn't care less.

With a strong tug, two not too big, not too small rabbits popped out.

In just a few swift motions,

Dirk stripped off his own clothes.

Under Sierra's horrified gaze, he pressed his body against hers.

The moment their skin touched.

Instinctively, Sierra wanted to resist, but when Dirk's body heat penetrated her without any barrier, that warmth made the hand she reached out slowly fall back down.

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