When Lin Qianqian was pregnant, she learned simple care, but never learned to deal with bullet wounds.

Her fingertips trembled, shrank, and then gently pressed the wound with a cotton ball, temporarily stopping the blood from flowing out.

Looking up at him, the man looked down at the wound, and saw her looking at him and looking at her.

She said: "The bullet should be inside me, I will not take it out."

Yan Mubei touched the flesh and flesh near the wound and weighed it, and knew that it was not hurt: "It doesn't matter, someone will deal with it later, you bandage it first."

"Yes." Lin Qianqian nodded heavily, feeling uneasy, and took out the bandage and disinfectant from the medicine box.

She sat in the chair and then picked up his left leg and placed it on her knees.

Carefully take off his shoes, grab the brocade ball with pliers, and wipe off the blood from his calf and feet along the vicinity of his wound.

Finally, she simply disinfected and cleaned his wounds, and finally tied them up with a bandage.

However, the blood flowed quickly, dyeing the white bandage red, and the blood flowed into a thread, flowing down the newly cleaned calves.

Lin Qianqian was not upset, so she took a new cotton ball to wipe off the newly flowing blood.

On the surface, she was calm and comfortable, and her skills were skillful, but her heart was in chaos.

"What should I do? I can't stop the blood." She had to look at the man with help.

Yan Mubei's face was tense and calm. He put down his left leg as if nothing had happened, reached out to take away the tools in her hand, and put them back into the medicine box: "This little blood will not die."

Lin Qianqian frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable because of his words, and frowned and retorted: "Who said that, look at you, these are all your blood on the ground, how could they not die?"

As she said that, she reached out to pick up his legs, put them on her knees again, and carefully observed the bandage.

It seemed to start working, and the speed of bright red blood flowing slowed down.

But there was still blood flowing down the calf.

When she spoke, she couldn't help but use her reproachful voice, with anger and heartache.

This way, it was revealed without being soft or hard, instantly made the man feel soft.

His mood also improved greatly, and he smiled: "Do you feel heartbroken?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian was stunned.

Heartache?

Is she heartbroken?

Lin Qianqian didn't react for a long time, a little stunned, but she has always been arrogant and conceited, and her mouth is very hard: "Tsk, I haven't."

She muttered, and her ears became hot and red, and under his forced gaze, she felt unnatural all over.

The embarrassed little woman was so angry that she was calm and glared at him fiercely.

Seeing the man smiling shamelessly and reaching out to pull her, she quickly flashed and jumped up: "I, I'll go see if I need help."

As he said that, he ran faster than a rabbit.

Looking at her gradually distant figure, Yan Mubei felt relieved and his body and mind were soft.

It is undeniable that only she can make him smile.

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Soon, a group of people walked in from the back door of the restaurant.

Among them was a man with a very handsome appearance, his name was Qi Yifeng, and he brought in with a large box in his hand.

Behind him was Deng Liang and dozens of facial paralysis bodyguards. They were shocked when they saw the situation inside the house.

Deng Liang and Guo Fenglai commanded the bodyguards to clean up the on-site environment.

Qi Yifeng took the lead in checking Yan Mubei's injuries and then took out medical tools.
Chapter completed!