But after the last, An Yuran, who was beside her, did not give Mu Xiaoran more time to think, but habitually gave her an order, and then said in an unusually cold voice, "Hurry up and tell me where the medicine box is?" ”

Yes?! What's the situation, what did he just say? Aren't you going to kill yourself?

She did have a moment of sluggishness in her head, but she noticed the cold, unforgiving face of the other party. At this time, when a trace of impatience was once again passed, he hurriedly began to walk towards the desk by the window not far away, and reached out and took out a particularly dark and dilapidated medical box from inside.

Just through the casual glance that she had just turned around, Mu Xiaoran noticed that An Yuran behind her actually had many wounds of different sizes and sizes, and almost most of them should be gunshot wounds, but he had run such a long distance, could it be that he was a god? Or is he actually Ultraman or Superman wearing underwear? Oh! No! He should be our hero - little Nezha!

finally asked for his own crankiness, Mu Xiaoran hit the man in front of him again, this An Yuran actually didn't die because of his excessive blood loss, it can be seen that his life is really unusually hard.

But at the same time, it quickly made her keenly aware of another problem in him, and it was a very important question about whether her life was safe.

"Ah, it hurts—can't you be a medical student?" A somewhat magnetic and cold voice sounded low in Mu Xiaoran's ears, and An Yuran also looked at these large and small wounds on his body, whether it was a gunshot wound or any other trauma, it was treated by the woman in front of him with great professionalism, and the movements when bandaging looked unusually meticulous, and it can be seen that the woman in front of him should be a very professional doctor, if she didn't guess wrong, and her level is very high.

During the bandage, he just took the time to raise his eyes, glanced at An Yuran's slightly tired face next to him, Mu Xiaoran coughed, and then said lightly, "I only know a little about fur." ”

The enchanting dark black eyes turned like this, which made people feel mysterious and incomprehensible, looking at the woman in front of him who was very meticulous and attentive to bandaging herself, as well as the serious and particularly soft side face, which made An Yuran's heart palpitate, who knew that Lu Dao's eyes suddenly darkened, "That-"

Then, with this not-so-small plopping sound, I saw that the very soft mattress had sunk down like this, and An Yuran's tall and sturdy body, which was still arrogant just now, fell towards the bed behind him.

It's just that his pistol is still firmly held in his right hand as if it had just happened.

Crossing his waist, looking at An Yuran, who had just fallen on her boudoir, and who had long been in no danger at this time, Mu Xiaoran's amber-like eyes slightly skipped a fleeting gaze, and then tied a very beautiful little bow on the bandage on the last wound, and then let out a long sigh of relief from his mouth.