Huhua President

"I'll go see her," Sorafi put on the hat in her hand and chased after her.

"Does it matter?" Gongsun Yingwei looked at the sadness on Chen Fangrui's face, "Go back and get some medicine, disinfect it, and don't leave any scars." He still wanted to talk about such a pretty face, but He swallowed it back vigorously.

"It's okay," Chen Fangrui gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence. The pain was not from the wound on her face, but from the gunshot wound on her shoulder. The pain almost made her gasp.

As soon as she entered the room, Chen Fangrui leaned on her shoulders and sat on the ground. She was so frightened that Lin Ma hurried over to help her, "What's wrong with you, sweetie?"

"Give me the medicine... the medicine on the table", she pointed to the bottle of medicine that Lin Zhenhai gave her, "Go to that towel and get some water."

"Don't disturb others." Chen Fangrui's face turned pale, and she told Mama Lin who was running outside. She took off her coat, untied her underwear that was covered with a large bloodstain, and waited for Mama Lin to bring water.

"Do you need help?" The door was pushed open suddenly, and there was a voice of speaking. When Chen Fangrui turned her head, Lin Zhenhai stood at the door with his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her.

She no longer had the strength to speak out, and nodded slightly at him, "Young master..." Lin Ma, who was holding a water basin, stood behind Lin Zhenhai and jumped in shock.

"Give it to me, go down, don't make it public, especially don't let Madam know about it." He carried the water basin and ordered, and closed the bedroom door behind his back.

Chen Fangrui sat on the ground with one hand propped up on the floor, her hair wet with cold sweat clung to her thin cheeks tamely.

"It hurts...!" As soon as he held her arm, Chen Fangrui felt a piercing pain.

Lin Zhenhai tried his best to be as light as possible, staring at her pale face and moving her body, trying to take off the tight-fitting little suit.

"I'm going to get the medicine box..." He got up and took out a small brown box from the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

Lin Zhenhai used scissors to cut open the white shirt she was wearing underneath, and cut off the shoulder straps of her underwear, revealing the torn wound, bleeding profusely, and the newly formed scabs were stretched open.

When the rubber band broke, it hurt so much that she grasped Lin Zhenhai's hand cutting the clothes, "gentle... more gently..." Chen Fangrui swallowed and begged.

"On the ground is not a solution." He picked up Chen Fangrui who was on the ground and gently put her on the bed.

"Be patient!" Lin Zhenhai straightened the messy and sticky hair on her face and seemed a little flustered. Lin Zhenhai, who was experienced in dealing with gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and all kinds of trauma, was a little flustered.

He tore her clothes vigorously, threw them on the ground, and was about to take out alcohol to clean her wound, "Why is there pus?" He was taken aback, "Didn't the wound be treated by a doctor?"

"Yes, but it's always bad." Her eyes were a little loose.

Gongsun Yingwei pressed Chen Fangrui's shoulder, leaned into his body and asked, "Do you believe me?"

Chen Fangrui was a little perplexed by his question that came out of nowhere, and thought to herself, anyway, there was no other way, let him go, and then nodded.

"Hmm...!" She really didn't expect that Lin Zhenhai would lean over and suck her wound. Apart from the pain of his fingertips pressing tightly on his arm, the pain of the wound made her moan.

"When the bullet went in, gunpowder was brought in. It may be that the wound was too deep, and the disinfection was not thorough. In addition, your skin is not harmonious, so the infection has not healed." He spat out the dirty blood in his mouth. Said.