She really didn't.

But because of the relationship between her and Shen Changru, a pool was dirty, and she naturally couldn't wash it clean, so she didn't plan to explain it at all.

Zhan Xiaocheng quietly looked at the girl who was silent again, and decided what he was thinking, and his hand suddenly loosened.

Ruan Qinghua couldn't withstand his brute force, and his thin body shook a few times before he was able to stand firm.

Knowing that Zhan Xiaocheng should be extremely disgusted with her, naturally he would not stay for a quarter of an hour to make him unhappy.

So, she lowered her eyebrows and whispered, "Uncle Seven, if you don't have an order, I'll go first......"

Zhan Xiaocheng didn't speak, but the meaning of letting her go was obvious.

She was interested, but when she turned around, she faintly caught a glimpse of the dark red on the waist of Zhan Xiaocheng's bathrobe.

She is very sensitive to blood, after all, she died so miserably in her previous life.

"You're hurt?"

Ruan Qinghua was determined, and when he stepped forward, he raised his hand and tore off Zhan Xiaocheng's bathrobe.

I don't care how such an abrupt behavior will make Zhan Xiaocheng despise her.

Staring at the blood-stained gauze wrapped around Zhan Xiaocheng's waist and abdomen, Ruan Qinghua's face turned pale in shock: "It's a gunshot wound, Uncle Seven, why are you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Xiaocheng twisted her thin arm and glared at her with gloomy eyes: "If you don't want to die, shut up and get out!"

Ruan Qinghua obediently got out.

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at the thin figure that stumbled away at the door, frowned irritably, and closed the door.

Go back to the couch and sit down, rip off the gauze around your waist and throw it in the trash.

Squeak!

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Zhan Xiaocheng raised his eyebrows, and saw Ruan Qinghua walking in with a small medicine box, breathing with gasps, upstairs and downstairs probably running.

"Get out!"

Zhan Xiaocheng's cold facial features were gloomy, as if he wanted to kill.

Ruan Qing's spine was cold after painting, but he pursed his lips slightly, and squatted quietly in front of Zhan Xiaocheng.

Neatly took out tweezers, medical cotton swabs, and iodophor from the medicine box.

"Uncle Seven, I will never say a word about your injury, it's just that you are so seriously injured, it's not easy to call a doctor, right?"

She didn't know why Zhan Xiaocheng was injured by a gunshot or by whom, but she knew that Zhan Xiaocheng didn't want the injury to be leaked, otherwise he was injured by a gunshot wound, but he just bandaged it hastily.

The battle between the inner house of the Zhan family has never been broken, and it is probably inseparable from this reason.

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at Ruan Qinghua holding the tweezers in her hand, the cotton ball dipped in iodine, and skillfully cleaned the bloody wound, and wanted to kick her leg away and stop it.

The heavy body relaxed for a moment, leaned back on the sofa, and the sharp-eyed boy carefully looked at her.

A teenage girl, rustic and rustic, does not seem to have seen much of the world, and when she sees a gunshot wound, she is not afraid of it, but is calm and calm, the point is that she is skillful in dealing with wounds, but she looks like a professional doctor.

Catching a glimpse of the man staring at him, Ruan Qinghua couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, and didn't seem to deliberately give an explanation: "I have lived by the sea with my father since I was a child, and my father is a doctor in the village, I have been exposed to it since I was a child, so I naturally know some ......."

These words are half-true, the reason why she understands professional medical knowledge is because in her previous life, she studied at a medical university, and naturally became a doctor after graduation.

It was only because he was imprisoned for Wei Chaozong that his career as a doctor was ruined.

Thinking of this, the anger accumulated in Ruan Qinghua's heart was not only a little more.