After some comfort, Lin Shuang endured the pain in his legs, simply bandaged Shen Chuming, and treated the wound.

Then he looked at Su Yu, a little afraid to approach her.

His leg wasn't broken, but it was swollen.

What a heavy hand!

"Third brother, let's have someone send you back first." Song Pingdong was also dealt with, and was supported by two brothers, his legs were shaking, not afraid.

The sweat on Shen Chuming's face was wiped again, and now it has come out a lot, he got up, slowly raised his hand and half-propped it on the peach tree trunk, suppressed the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, frowned, and said no.

Lin Shuang also knew that there was no delay, so he overcame the shadow of Fang Cai, approached Su Yu carefully, opened the medicine box, took out a silver needle and pricked her wrist, and treated her cautiously and cautiously.

After a while, he took off the silver needle and looked at it.

"Miss Su is fine, there are no signs of poisoning, her pulse is stable, her blood is clean, and everything is normal."

It's normal.

Lin Shuang told the truth.

Shen Chuming let go of his snack a little, looked at the woman standing next to the wheelchair, and still looked at them vigilantly.

"Let's do it then, let's ......"

He was relieved to hear that she was okay.

He took a step, but felt the blackness in front of him from time to time, his hand detached from the trunk of the tree, and his whole body fell straight backwards.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

More than a dozen people flocked to the front.

*

Shen Chuming was in a coma for three days and three nights this time.

His injuries were too severe, and he had several high fevers due to inflammation of the wounds.

"Concubine...... It's ...... me."

"Concubine...... Don't go ......."

He was lying on the bed, calling Su Yu's name in a daze.

"Twins, what can I do?"

Song Pingdong had a circle of gauze wrapped around his waist, and his body was also coated with ointment, looking at Lin Shuang on crutches, he felt a sense of sympathy.

"I've taken antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and if the fever goes away tonight, then I'm out of danger for the time being."

The facilities here are backward, even if he brought some advanced equipment, the previous preparations were sufficient, but Shen Chuming's injury this time was indeed not optimistic.

After all, before fainting, he still remembered Su Yu's affairs.

"If the fever doesn't go away tonight, then we'll send the news back immediately and send reinforcements."

Even if there is a big risk, he has to contact.

It doesn't matter so much.

Moreover, the predicament here is even more intractable than they imagined.

*

Gratgy.

Shen Chuming felt as if he had returned to Sijiu City and returned to his original identity, Shen Han.

However, the pattern there is a little different.

A dimly lit bar room.

"Captain, the robbers will have a big operation tonight."

These clutters are often a good place for them to hide their eyes.

On the sofa, a man leaned back, his eyes closed, his skin was clean, his bones were demonic, and the light-colored mole at the end of his eyebrows pressed a trace of anger and ruthlessness.

His expression was luxurious and cold, with a bit of laziness.

"Where?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and unbuttoned a button on his shirt, and there was a flash of cold light in his eyes.

Yesterday the mission was completed late.

He also slept late, and there was a bit of laziness and nonchalant magnetism in his voice.

"Ten minutes later, you will cross the No. 24 overpass in the south of the city, the license plate number, Sichuan K4752, blue Weilong."

"Hmm."

He got up.

"Captain, are you going to go in person? The other party has a hostage in his hands, and it's raining outside, so we'll go with you. ”

"No, you don't."

In the midst of the lights, his slender legs gradually disappeared from sight.