"Yi Ru" Jian Qing called her with a confused look.
He Yiru hurriedly raised her burned arm and said, "Jian Qing, should I use some ointment on this?"
Jian Qing suddenly woke up.
He actually forgot that she had just been injured and stood up immediately, "Sit still and I'll get you medicine."
He Yiru nodded slightly, with a slight loss in his eyes, and something else flashed through his eyes, which was unpredictable.
She saw that he was also interested in her, but she couldn't let him fall in love with her, because her identity would bring disaster to him sooner or later.
What's more, he is so excellent and gentle.
As for her, a refugee who escaped from marriage and an obsessed person obsessed with her dreams, she was not worthy of his love at all.
Why does she feel so close to him yet so far away?
Jian Qing was unaware of He Yiru's emotions.
He came over from the living room with a medicine box, took out a box of ointment, and gently applied a cotton swab on the redness and swelling on He Yiru's arm.
The cell phone rang suddenly, and He Yiru naturally took the cotton swab from Jian Qing's hand, "I'll do it myself.
You answer the phone first."
Jian Qing nodded, took out his cell phone, and looked at the caller ID on the cell phone that belonged to the base internal line, feeling a faint sense of foreboding.
"Hello" "Master Jian, are you in the hospital?
The young master was injured by the bomb."
Jian Qing's eyes twitched and she immediately stood up and looked back at He Yiru, "Sorry, Yiru, I have to go out in an emergency.
Can you bandage it yourself?"
"I can do it.
You go quickly."
He Yiru didn't ask much.
He must be in a hurry to go out in such a hurry.
She would never take the initiative to explore the secrets that he didn't take the initiative to reveal.
Jian Qing expressed his gratitude for her understanding and said, "I'll come back to pick you up after I'm done."
"Okay."
He Yiru agreed with a faint smile, with a little joy hidden in his eyes.
Then he turned around and went out, rushing towards the hospital.
Jian Qing walked into the ward.
Even though he had seen Jing Mohao suffering from various injuries, he was still frightened by Jing Mohao who appeared in front of him at this moment, lying upright on the bed.
I saw that his whole body was burnt and black, and it was impossible to tell where was his black suit and where was his scornful face.
Jian Qing did not dare to delay and immediately asked the man in black to wash him with bs buffer to avoid secondary damage to the burned skin.
Looking at Jing Mohao who protected his face so well, Jian Qing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy is so narcissistic that what would happen if his proud face was ruined?
After untying his burned-to-brittle clothes and checking the burns on his body, he found only slight heat, tight skin, and perfect muscles without any damage.
Jian Qing couldn't help but take a breath.
This guy is really made of iron and steel.
He can't even be destroyed by explosions.
This shows how harsh his mother was to him back then.
I remembered that he once again accidentally said that he had spent three days and three nights in the stove, but Jing Mohao never mentioned it again.
After all, he didn't want to think about his childhood in Australia.
He didn't believe it at all when he said it, but now he does.
Being able to protect his skin so well after being bombed is something that would never have been possible without such a sensational experience.
Jian Qing measured various indicators for Jing Mohao.
Except for the low blood pressure, other physiological indicators were normal.
However, the machine showed that Jing Mohao was still in a coma
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