In the second half of the sentence, the man's voice gradually began to pause.

Scratch it open, scrape it down, stab it in, dig it out.

Every word, every step, is ...... It's so bloody.

Tong Ran bit her lower lip, knowing that it was already this time, even if she couldn't do it, she couldn't back down.

She raised her head and took a few steps forward, half-knelt behind him, stretched out her trembling hands to the shang, and was just about to touch the wound, when she suddenly retracted as if she remembered something, "No, this piece of iron is not sterilized, how can you touch the wound?"

"What so much nonsense, hurry up and cut it away. Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and he began to gasp for air after saying only one word.

…… Is he afraid that if he needs to light a fire for disinfection, it will attract the other party?

This man is really thoughtful.

However, if the iron pieces are not sterilized and get into the meat, causing infection, it will be bad.

So, definitely no.

"Let's light a fire and disinfect it, you can't joke with your life," Tong Ran said and stood up, walked to the side and picked up some branches, and stretched out his hand to the man, "Where is the lighter?"

Mo Nanjue pursed his lips, his eyes moved to the right trouser pocket, and Tong Ran stepped forward to take out the lighter first.

"How do you know I have a lighter in my pants pocket?" the man said suddenly.

"......" Does he have to say that she just touched his leg?!

And it wasn't because I was worried about his safety...... Even if this man is in this situation, he is still inexorable!

Tong Ran picked up a few branches and lit them with a lighter, and in the bright light of the fire, she could clearly see the man's pale side face and the cold sweat that slid down her delicate chin.

Her brow furrowed, and she quickened herself, and when she was red with her twig, she wrapped one of the leaves around one side, and with two fingers, she leaned over the man's wound.

As soon as the round iron piece scratched the skin, blood immediately oozed out, and Tong Ran could clearly feel the stiffness of the man's back, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, "I...... I can't do it. ”

Just looking at it, she had a sense of pain that she had personally experienced......

"Don't hesitate...... Pierce it directly, and then dig it out quickly after touching the bullet......" Mo Nanjue clenched several thick branches with both hands, and the man said as he picked up one and bit it in his mouth, "The faster you are, the easier it will be for me...... If you feel that you want to get rid of your hatred, you can dig slowly. ”

…… Slowly?!

It's already like this, does he have to be joking?!

Tong Ran didn't see the man's eyes closed and forbearing, she reached out to wipe the sweat on her forehead, she no longer hesitated, took the iron piece and pierced it quickly, her eyes were focused and serious, fortunately she found the position of the bullet for the first time, she gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to hold the man's shoulder as if transmitting force.

With one hand, he quickly turned and picked out the bullet buried deep in it!

"Hmm-" Despite his best efforts, Mo Nanjue couldn't help but snort, his hands clenched the branch, the tiny thorn pierced into the palm of his hand, he bit the branch in his mouth, and felt that the person behind him had picked out the bullet, and the man bent his legs and leaned towards the trunk.

"Be careful of the wound!" Tong Ran bandaged the wound with his torn small half-shirt, and when he turned to his side, she saw the branch in his mouth, and hurriedly reached out to take it off, "This is too dirty......

I didn't expect a pampered person like him to be willing to bite a branch and endure it.