Sang Zi deliberately teased him, he didn't even care about the wound at this time, and slowly approached He Yan, "The injury is on the body, you don't have to pull it down and take a closer look." ”

HE Yan: !!

The man's brows furrowed into a small mountain, and he subconsciously took a big step back, "You ...... yourself"

"I can't get on it myself." Sang Zi puffed out his cheeks, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and his voice softened, "If I could do it myself, I would have done it a long time ago." ”

He Yan's face was complicated, he raised his eyes and glanced at Sang Zi, and said suspiciously: "It's injured on the back, right?" ”

The corners of Sang Zi's mouth pressed down and sighed, "I don't know, there seems to be a chest too." ”

She wasn't lying, she did have it in her chest, but it was so small that it was nothing compared to the long wound on her back.

He Yan took a deep breath and quickly turned Sang Zi around, "I'll show you the back first, and check the rest by yourself." ”

Sang Zi took off the bathrobe very frankly, the bathrobe fell on the crook of his arm, and his white back was exposed in front of He Yan's eyes.

"See?"

He Yan's pupils dilated slightly, a little shocked, "What the hell are you going to do?!" ”

There was a two-inch-long wound, and the blood kept seeping out, and a little further down the bones could be seen.

He Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, first took gauze from the medicine box and pressed the wound, and then went to take the mobile phone with his other hand trembling slightly.

Sang Zi realized his movements and frowned slightly, "What do you do?" ”

"Of course a doctor is needed for such a serious wound!"

Sang Zi was helpless, she turned her head and pressed He Yan's mobile phone, "No, it didn't hurt the blood vessels, first bandage it and take medicine." ”

"Sangzi!"

"I'm tired."

He Yan: "......"

Sang Zi let out a long sigh of relief, and his tone showed exhaustion, "I've done a lot of things, and now I just want to sleep, can you quickly bandage me?" ”

He Yan's tone was originally unacceptable, but when he heard her soften, he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

He glanced down at Sang Zi's wound, his thin lips tightly pursed into a line, and his face was completely dark.

"Bear with me."

"Hmm."

He Yan held his breath and helped Sang Zi sit on the edge of the bed, while he himself knelt on one knee and carefully took the medicine from the medicine box and sprinkled it on the wound.

The knife that injured Sang Zi was very thin, and there was no need for stitches, otherwise He Yan would call a doctor to do whatever he said.

Sang Zi turned her back to him, she didn't scream in pain the whole time, her hair covered the side of her face, and she couldn't even see her expression clearly.

He Yan had a cold face throughout the whole process, but a layer of sweat appeared on his back, and he finally got the medicine on it, and when he helped Sang Zi tie the gauze, he encountered the story again.

The gauze wanted to go around Sangzi in a circle, He Yan stretched out his hand forward, and with a slight shake of his hand, he touched the place where he shouldn't have touched.

Sang Zi chuckled and pouted, "Mr. He, I suspect that you are taking advantage of me." ”

He Yan gritted his teeth, "......"

"Didn't you say sleepy? I see you're in good spirits. ”

Sang Zi pursed his lips, snorted lightly, and said, "I have no conscience, I owe me so much effort for you." ”

He Yan didn't hear clearly, and frowned: "What? ”

Sang Zi straightened his back and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that my back hurts so much, and I need you to kiss it to get better." ”

He Yan: "......"

Sang Zi just wanted to tease him, and he knew that he wouldn't kiss with his eyes closed, and the whole person was confused.

As soon as He Yan tied the knot of gauze for her, she lay on her side in He Yan's arms, closed her eyes and said, "I'm so sleepy." ”

"Are you still hurt?"

Sang Zi's face was pressed against his chest, and his voice was small, "I don't know, you check it." ”

He Yan immediately panicked when he heard that her voice was weakening, and couldn't help but shout, "Sang Zi? ”

Sang Zi opened his eyes and puffed out his mouth, "What are you doing?" ”

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Where does it hurt?" ”

Sang Zi didn't speak.

He Yan had no choice but to put one hand around her, and the other hand around the crook of her leg, plus her to pick her up horizontally and put her on the bed.

Sang Zi had an injury on his back, so he could only lie on his stomach first.

When she turned over, He Yan found that her collarbone was really injured, and the blood was almost dry.

"You!"

"Don't talk." Sang Zi turned his head, closed his eyes and complained, "I'm really sleepy." ”

He Yan listened to her breathing gradually slowing down, pursed her lips helplessly, and carefully lifted half of her body, during which she accidentally saw something she shouldn't see, and cleared her throat twice.

After finally dealing with his chest, He Yan found that Sang Zi also had injuries on his calf, and there were two more places on his arm, each of which made He Yan's scalp numb.

He stood beside Sang Zi's bed for a long time, resisting the urge to call a doctor, frowning and carefully treating the rest of the wounds.

Sang Zi screamed in pain in his sleep, and when he turned over, he hit the injury on his back, and called his name several times.

"He Yan ......"

He Yan was holding back the fire in his belly, but when he heard her voice, he felt very tight in his chest, hugged the person into his arms, and coaxed softly: "I'm here." ”

Sang Zi probably heard his voice, and he was really able to settle down.

He Yan stared at the miserable little white face of the person in his arms, couldn't tell what emotion it was, and inexplicably leaned down and dropped a kiss on Sang Zi's forehead.

"Who hurt you?"

When his question came out, Sang Zi fell asleep in a daze, so naturally he couldn't answer it.

The room was quiet, and Sang Zi's breathing was a little heavy, but it was exceptionally clear.

He Yan hugged her and didn't dare to move, worried that she would catch a cold, so he moved his body carefully to get the quilt not far away.

Sang Zi fell asleep quietly, but an unusual red gradually appeared on his face.

He Yan didn't pay attention at first, but after a while, he found that Sang Zi's body was very hot, he attached himself and touched Sang Zi's cheek with his lips, and immediately determined that Sang Zi had a fever.

This time, I'm going to have to call a doctor anyway.

Fortunately, Song Zhiqian just arrived in the morning.

He Yan didn't care whether Song Zhiqian lived or died, and took out his mobile phone to bomb indiscriminately, and he didn't care about not waking up Sang Zi.

On the other side of the phone, Song Zhiqian slept dizzily, and after being woken up, he was confused, staring at a chicken nest at a loss.

"It's just a fever, can't you feed her fever-reducing medicine?!!"

was hung up by He Yan, he finally reacted, and shouted at the wall coldly, so angry that his head was dizzy.

Half an hour later.

He Yan received a call from his subordinates.

"Young master, we brought Mr. Song over."

"Open the door yourself and come in, be quiet."

"Yes."

There was a click, and the door was carefully opened.

Song Zhiqian was carried into the room by two bodyguards, still wearing pajamas, and the chicken coop on his head was still the same as just now.

He Yan wrapped the quilt on Sang Zi's body tightly, and frowned at Song Zhiqian, "What are you doing in a daze?" Save! ”

Before Song Zhiqian's soul came back, he hesitated on the bed for a few minutes, and a group of people came out of nowhere, and directly carried him out.

He smacked his lips and glanced at Sang Zi in He Yan's arms, "Afterwards?" ”

The corners of He Yan's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth, "She's injured!" ”

Song Zhiqian: "You got it?" ”

He Yan: "......"

He took a breath and calmly explained, "She had several knife wounds on her body and shed a lot of blood, so I helped her bandage it briefly. ”

Song Zhiqian was shocked, and walked away for two points in a sleepy mood, "Knife wound? ”

He Yan nodded, "It looks very serious." ”

Song Zhiqian had a ghostly expression, chattering as he walked over to check.

"Knife wounds don't go to the hospital, you two are sick?"

He Yan was about to explain, when he suddenly found that Song Zhiqian was about to lift the quilt, he pressed Song Zhiqian's hand, "What are you doing?" ”

"Look at the wound." Song Zhiqian was at a loss.

He Yan frowned, his face was a little unnatural, "She's not wearing clothes." ”

Song Zhiqian: "......"

He reached out and stroked his face, "Brother, I'm a doctor." ”

He Yan: "Male doctor. ”

Song Zhiqian: "I ......"

"And you're going to burn her to death?"

He Yan snorted twice, wrapped Sang Zi with the quilt, and then carefully pulled down a little bit, just enough to see the wound on Sang Zi's chest.

"See clearly?"

Song Zhiqian: "Heh." ”

He Yan helped Sang Zi up again, pulled down the quilt on her back, and let Song Zhiqian take a look.

"How?"

just take a look, what do you think?

Song Zhiqian really wanted to roll his eyes, but in the face of He Yan's serious expression, he felt that it was a bit hasty to roll his eyes.

"The wound is infected, I want to give her some antipyretic medicine first, and then draw blood and go back for testing."

He Yan nodded.

Song Zhiqian pursed his lips, grabbed his hair hard, and turned around angrily to prepare the medicine.

He Yan hugged Sang Zi and remained motionless, during which Song Zhiqian came to draw blood, and his brows were so furrowed that he could trap mosquitoes.

"This bit of blood is a piece of cake compared to the ones she left behind." Song Zhiqian rolled his eyes.

He Yan still felt uncomfortable in his heart, hugging Sang Zi and not speaking.

Song Zhiqian gave him the medicine, and then quickly took the drawn blood and left.

He Yan took the medicine and fed it to Sang Zi little by little with a needle, carefully as if he was treating a rare treasure.

"Sangsang, be good, swallow it."

Sang Zi felt bitter in his sleep, and was coaxed to swallow it, but his tongue couldn't help but spit out, humming and rubbing He Yan with his head.

He Yan has never felt sorry for anyone other than her own mother when she is so old, but now when she looks at Sang Zi, she feels uncomfortable breathing, and her mind is full of killing those who hurt her.

Sang Zi drank the medicine, but the fever did not go away, He Yan began to panic, and regretted that he should not delay the medical treatment, and he should have called Song Zhiqian immediately.

He couldn't help but call Song Zhiqian again, Song Zhiqian ran on both sides in a hurry, and couldn't help but roar.

"Don't worry! The test results are fine, can you give me a way to live, I'm fucking sleepy!! ”

If you don't have a conscience, you know that you care about the one in your arms, and your brother's life is not your life!

He Yan hung up the phone in disgust, looked down at Sang Zi's face, and the red seemed to have dissipated a little.

He reached out and touched Sang Zi's face, and the temperature did go down, so he was barely relieved.

"Little broken girl, you have no other ability than to cause trouble for me."

It's only been a few days since I saw him, and I showed myself up injured in front of him, she must have done it on purpose!

He Yan looked at the person in his arms with heavy eyes, and suddenly possessed her and dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

She had just jokingly asked him to kiss the back, and he almost kissed him.