Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 443 Jared Woke Up

At this moment, Amber put down all the shyness; she reached out to Jared's clothes.

The suit jacket on his body was easy to take off, but when the suit jacket was taken off, Amber was shocked by the sight in front of her and could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. The back of Jared's white shirt was completely stained with blood.

But because of the rain, the originally crimson blood was diluted into pink.

"God!" Amber couldn't help but exclaimed.

How could he bleed so much?

She had always thought that his back was just bruised.

But to her surprise, the impact had actually caused him to bleed!

But soon, Amber remembered that Jared was just punished by Grandma, the whip should not yet heal, and then what happened might cause the wounds to rip.

Taking a deep breath, Amber tried to calm herself down, and then reached out again, and carefully took off Jared's shirt.

This time, Amber finally saw what happened to Jared's back.

It could hardly be called a man's back. There was not a single piece of unharmed skin on the whole back, and it was all askew, with scars like centipedes, some of which were good, and some of which had spli open, the wound was raw, and it was still bleeding, making one shudder at the sight of this horror.

Amber's hands were shaking as she grabbed Jared's shirt, her eyes were red, she looked at Jared's pale face, her mouth was open, and she couldn't speak.

A person's tolerance to pain is limited, if it were her, with an injury like this, she would certainly cry out in pain.

Jared, on the other hand, broke his arm, got hit in the head, didn't complain about the pain, and didn't even complain when the wound on his back was split open.

Didn't he know that it hurts?

Amber reached out and touched a bumpy scar on Jared's back. Her heart suddenly ached, she felt bitter, and sour, all kinds of unspeakable things.

She sniffed, took her hand away, and quickly got up and went to the dishes.

She remembered she was there, and she saw a medical kit.

Sure enough, Amber was right. There really was a medical kit.

Amber smiled. This is simply God's blessing. When it was going to rain, she saw the cave, went into the cave, and saw all the necessary things, including the medicine kit. Amber took the medicine kit back to Jared, opened it, searched through the contents, and found not only common anti-inflammatories, antipyretics, bandages, but even animal drugs. Amber guessed when the rangers lived here; they saved a few animals from time to time.

Ignoring the animal drugs, Amber found the drugs and bandages Jared was going to need later and patted Jared on the face. "Jared, can you hear me?"

Jared's brow furrowed, and soon he was calm again.

Amber sighed.

She guessed he couldn't hear her.

Forget it. She can do it herself.

Amber cut a long bandage with a pair of scissors, wrapped it in a strip, reached out, and squeezed Jared's cheek, forcing him to open his mouth and placing the strip in his mouth. This way, later on when she disinfected and dressed his wound, she wouldn't have to worry about the pain of subliminal biting his tongue.

After that, Amber started to dress his wound.

She stopped the bleeding on Jared, waited until she didn't see any more blood coming out, and then disinfected the wound.

In the meantime, Jared's aching body shivered, sweat was on his face, his brow furrowed, his eyes rolled under his eyelids, but he couldn't wake up. Finally, after more than ten minutes, Amber finished dressing his wound and bandaged him up, and began to change him into camouflage clothes.

As Amber carefully tucked his arms into the sleeve, ready to turn him over and button up his front, she saw a scar on his left chest.

The scar was about 4 inches, very faint; it was easy to miss if not looked closely.

And it's got stitches in it.

There's only one kind of scar that can be stitched, and that's a surgical scar.

Jared had an open-heart surgery?

When did this happen? Why didn't she ever hear about it?

During the six years, Amber was married to him, he never had any surgery, and it's not like he recently had surgery, because this scar looked like it's been there for years. So Jared should have had the surgery six years ago.

It's just, what exactly is wrong with him that he needs open-heart surgery?

Amber touched the scar on Jared's chest and her eyes filled with doubt.

She realized she didn't know Jared as well as she thought she did.

At least, she didn't know why he had the scar on his chest.

She would ask him when he woke up.

Thinking about it, Amber buttoned him up, then rolled him back over, took the blanket beside her, unrolled it, and covered him.

"Get some sleep, and I'll get you out tomorrow," said Amber, looking at Jared's pale face with a guilty look in her eyes.

She couldn't help but feel guilty.

After all, she was the reason he was in this state.

Amber's eyes flashed with envy as she touched Jared's already dried hair.

Short hair was good. It dries quickly.

Unlike her, her hair was still wet and clinging to her scalp, heavy and cold and uncomfortable.

Amber got up, went to the side, put on the camouflage clothes as well, then picked up her wet clothes, went to the fire with Jared's wet clothes, stuck them up, put them by the fire to dry. When she was waiting for the clothes to dry, Amber's stomach growled.

It dawned on her that she had not eaten for a day.

"I'm so hungry!" Amber touched her stomach and muttered, then looked at the pots and pans.

She hadn't looked through there. She wondered if there was any food.

With that in mind, Amber put down the stick and got up, and started walking there.

Rummaging through it, she found food, bags of vacuum-packed cookies, and bottles of drinkable water.

Amber almost burst into tears when she saw this.

She tore open a packet of cookies, opened a bottle of drinking water, and went back to the fire to eat. These cookies wouldn't expire for three years, so she doesn't have to worry about them. Amber was in the middle of her meal when she heard a cough behind her.

When Amber heard this, she frowned and swallowed the hard-to-swallow cookie, then looked back.

Seeing Jared pull up some weight, she quickly put down the water and cookies and ran over, "Jared."

Hearing her voice, Jared opened his eyes, met her tense, concerned eyes, and let out a husky, weak shout, "Amber." "I'm here," Amber nodded.

Jared pushed himself up again.

As he had little strength and only one arm could move, he was able to lift himself up but almost fell back.

Amber saw this, hurried to help him, "Don't move, if you want to sit up, I can help you."

With that, she picked him up and sat him down.

Jared was about to say thank you when he saw the camouflage clothes that's a little small for him and some old quilts on him, and he was stunned.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐