Lifeng skillfully helped Lile briefly treat the wound, and his eyes shifted to the bleeding abdomen.

He raised his head and looked at Lile, his dark and cold eyes still couldn't see emotion, he didn't wear a mask and sunglasses, and his cold and ruthless handsome face made people feel cold.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Lile didn't open his eyes: "Will you?"

The implication is that you will take bullets?

The three in their minds silently watched the two big icebergs talking.

Countless grass and mud horses galloped past in my heart.

Feel the atmosphere, it's so embarrassing......

Lifeng didn't say anything more, and silently began to deal with the bullet that caused an embarrassing atmosphere.

In the process of taking the bullet, Lile's expression did not fluctuate at all, if it weren't for the dense beads of sweat on his increasingly pale lips and forehead, it would really make people think that he was not in pain at all now.

"It's amazing." After a long silence, Ding Dong said.

Have a fight with your own master.

I remember the time when I rescued the hostages in my previous life, I was seriously injured in the deep mountains and old forests, a bullet was hit in the abdomen, and a knife wound was deeply cut from the arm to the shoulder, the flesh and blood were blurred, and it was still raining that day, and the night was very deep, and I couldn't see the light.

Lifeng took out the bullet with a knife, and the blood flowed all over, and he was stunned that his eyes didn't even fluctuate at all, and Ding Dong and Ming felt pain when they looked at it.

After all the wounds were bandaged, Lile finally opened his eyes, staring at Lifeng for a few seconds with hidden danger and sharp eyes like falcons, his eyes deep.

He didn't even know that his younger brother would actually take bullets.

Skillful wound management techniques, as well as strong psychological quality, are not something that ordinary people can have.

So, what secrets does he have that no one knows?

Lifeng packed up the medicine box, raised his head, met Lile's extremely oppressive eyes, and walked back to the room with the medicine box without looking back.

*

He asked Lile about it, but he didn't want to go to the hospital or call his family doctor, so Lifeng didn't care about him anymore.

In the kitchen, Lifeng originally wanted to cook porridge, but it turned out to be a stiff meal.

Helplessly, I ordered a takeaway from the seal, authentic white porridge, and it was still smoking.

After Lile finished drinking, Lifeng went back to his room to sleep, as for Lile, he still helped because he helped him a few times, so he wanted to sleep on the sofa with him and dream.

Lile's wound should not be moved too much, he could not touch the water, and he could only lie on the sofa reluctantly, but the pain of the wound made Lile unable to sleep.

It's night.

The sky is full of stars, and the lights are bright outside the window.

Lifeng opened the door and prepared to go get some water.

After drinking the water, I looked down and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lile with a red face, a frown on his brows, and a sweaty voice.

A slender white hand rested lightly on his forehead.

Lifeng frowned.

The man's forehead is hot, and he can fry eggs.

Lifeng glanced at his sweaty hands with disgust, rushed into the bathroom, and scrubbed with hand sanitizer many times before he was barely satisfied.

Lifeng put on his coat and went to the pharmacy to buy a box of clumsy stickers.

He fetched a basin of hot water, wiped his face and hands, put a cold clumsy sticker on him, and then brought a quilt from Lile's room to cover him.

He poured a smoky glass of boiled water and gently poured it into Liler's mouth.

Lifeng didn't sleep all night, and he was busy taking care of Lile.

I burn it repeatedly.

One moment low, one moment high.