The village chief insisted on sending them to the hospital, and Lin Xinmo went to the small clinic in the village for treatment because it was some skin trauma, as long as he was careful, he would not leave a scar.

And Ling Xingmo insisted on not going to the hospital, and even Lin An, a person who usually values his boss everywhere, said that he didn't need to go to the hospital.

Although Ling Xingmo's face was terribly pale, Lin An just said that the boss didn't rest well, just go back and rest.

Fortunately, the medicine that Lin Xinmo boiled for Ling Xingmo worked, and it didn't cause the wound to become inflamed and cause a fever, otherwise it was estimated that he would really have to go to the hospital now.

Back at the private house they rented, after Ling Xingmo took off his coat and undershirt, his body was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Even Lin An was a little frightened when he saw it, so he hurriedly called An Yichen and asked how to use the medicine he brought over. Although they are often injured, and many wounds can be bandaged by themselves, the boss is really too seriously injured, I thought that although the conditions are not good here, at least the boss can concentrate on recuperating for a period of time, but now the wounds are even more serious because of this investigation.

Ling Xingmo couldn't go to the hospital because of a gunshot wound, it was small to alarm the police, if he alarmed those people, it would be a big deal if they found out what he was hiding.

Fortunately, An Yichen insisted on bringing more medicine at the beginning, otherwise Ling Xingmo would not be able to hold it even if it was an iron wall.

As soon as Lin An began to ask An Yichen, An Yichen said to him with a slap in his face, "How do you take care of the boss, do you know how serious his injury is, if the injury on his front shoulder blade is not treated well, maybe that arm will be useless in the future, and there will be a wound on the back and abdomen." You give him the phone and I'll tell him. ”

Then Lin An obediently put the phone in the ear of Ling Xingmo, who had just taken off his clothes and put on his upper body, "Boss, are you dying, do you know how hard it took me to save your life, do you want to make yourself unable to move your arms for the rest of your life, and also, do you not want the sexual happiness of the rest of your life, do you know that the injury in your back almost hurt your kidneys, don't you say sexual happiness, maybe you will have to live on a urine bag in the future, you know!?"

"Hmm. Ling Xingmo only replied lightly and stopped talking.

......

and motioned for Lin An to take the phone away.

So An Yichen, is this the rhythm of being depressed to death!

Doctors all have some plots about the hearts of the doctors' parents, not to mention that Ling Xingmo is still the boss they all respect, so An Yichen is naturally more concerned, but Ling Xingmo is the master who has never been obedient.

Lin An could only obediently take the phone away, An Yichen naturally wanted to sprinkle the anger in his stomach on Lin An, Lin An could only listen obediently, and then continued to ask An Yichen about the precautions.

When Lin An came back after calling, Ling Xingmo had already taken a quick shower and finished changing the medicine and gauze.

"Boss, why are you so fast, have you applied all the medicine?" Lin An hurriedly asked when he saw that Ling Xingmo had finished the things.

Ling Xingmo didn't answer, but just said to him, "Give me this project plan." ”

Lin An knew that he would definitely not be able to persuade the boss, so he sighed, and obediently went to give him the plan for this construction.

Then he poured a glass of water, took the medicine and put it on the desk where he was working in the study, and told him, "Boss, remember to take the medicine." Then he consciously withdrew.

After Lin An went out, Ling Xingmo finally calmed down by himself.

He knew that what An Yichen said was right, not to mention that it was still useful for him to keep this life now, he would naturally spare his life, but many things would never come to fruition if he didn't fight, and it was impossible for him to let his brothers do all the work that gave him his life.

He then went back to the bedroom to look at the wounds on his legs.

Lin An's guy knows all day long, if he sees the injury on his leg, Zhun Bao will have to talk for a long time.

Most of them were small wounds, only one of the biggest scratches was caused by the need to protect Lin Xinmo from being scratched by rocks when he fell from the mountain.

He casually cleaned the wound himself, applied some medicine to the wound, and bandaged it.

He didn't even blink his eyes the whole time, as if it wasn't his own wound.