Jing Mohao felt that the person behind him was like a kitten tickling him, and he couldn't help shouting, "Luo Xi, get up, Jian Qing comes over and does it." "" Did he think she was clumsy and yet so cowardly?
Jian Qing's eyebrows jumped sharply.
Why do you feel like you are someone else's backup again?
He took over the work from Luo Xi with a sullen expression, took off Jing Mohao's shirt with ease, took out the gloves from the medicine box and put them on, then used tweezers to hold a disinfectant cotton dipped in alcohol to clean and disinfect the wound.
Then use the tip of the tweezers to probe into the wound to check the approximate depth and location of the bullet.
Seeing such a frightening scene, Luo Xi clenched her molars and her heart throbbed.
The wound was already painful enough, but I had to stab it again.
Just looking at it made me feel excruciating pain.
"The bullet hit the shoulder blade, not very deep, but there may be impact wear on the surface of the bone."
Luo Xi trembled all over after hearing this.
Jing Mohao raised his eyes calmly, as if he was not the one who was injured at all.
He sat on his seat with his back to Jian Qing and said coldly, "Why don't you take it out?
You're talking so much nonsense and you're eating it."
"Then I'll take action."
Luo Xi walked up to him and knelt down, stretched out her right arm, thought for a moment, then moved it to her left arm, and said sincerely, "Jing Mohao, if it hurts you, bite my arm."
Jing Mohao looked at the thin and white arms in front of him, with a charming spring color on his eyebrows, "Luo Xi, do you feel ashamed of me?"
"" Does he understand the principle of not tearing apart people despite hardships?
Can't we leave some room for her to survive?
"If you feel sorry for me, just give me some compensation.
It will be much easier to use than your thin stick."
"What compensation" She has no money Jing Mohao raised a smirk and said, "I'll teach you."
As he spoke, he lifted up Luo Xi's chin and kissed it.
As soon as Jian Qing saw the opportunity, he immediately took action, inserted the tweezers into the wound, clamped the hard shell of the bullet, and used his strength to pull out the bullet shell.
Jing Mo Hao kissed her passionately, without even batting an eyelid.
Jian Qing simply peeled off the shoulder blade at the wound site to check, and found that the damage was not serious.
This guy is made of iron and steel.
A bullet can't knock him down.
Even if it hurts, he will definitely not even hum in front of this woman.
Jian Qing gave him two simple stitches, picked up gauze and bandaged Jing Mohao's side.
After waiting for half an hour, the two of them finally separated, and they were still looking at each other.
Jian Qing was convinced of their lung capacity.
"I thought you two were going to kiss until the wound healed on its own," Jian Qing teased.
Luo Xi's face turned red, but Jing Mohao looked at ease, "If you are envious, just say so.
What are you doing sour all day?"
Jian Qing choked at his words and immediately retorted, "Who is so sour?
How can I wrap you with gauze until you two finish kissing?"
When this guy is in heat, he is like a beast eating.
Whoever touches him will die.
If he had wrapped him in gauze and touched him just now, he would have probably lost his arm by now.
Luo Xi was so embarrassed after hearing the two of them talking about this topic that she quickly tugged on Jian Qing's trouser leg and said, "Jian Qing, please wrap it up for him quickly."
Jing Mohao took her hand and warned, "Luo Xi, except for me, you are not allowed to touch other men's pants from now on":