Dr. Xu took out medical tools and carefully treated Lu Qingchen's wounds.

Song Xingran saw very clearly that Lu Qingchen's injury was in the upper arm of his right hand, although it did not hurt the artery, but the wound looked very hideous.

The black shirt had long been soaked in blood, and it seemed to become more and more dark and heavy.

"Mr. Lu, I'll give you a dose of anesthetic first, take out the bullet, and then stitch it up."

In Lu Qingchen's villa, there is already excellent medical equipment, and it is very convenient to do such a minor operation.

Song Xingran stood not far away, watching the doctor give Lu Qingchen an injection, the tip of the needle pierced into the skin, she seemed to feel as if the needle was pierced on her body.

Many people are actually afraid of injections.

Song Xingran is no exception, when he was sick before, the last thing he wanted was to go to the hospital for injections.

Whenever this happens, I always cry.

And Lu Qingchen, every time he was injured, he always kept silent, like a nobody.

It doesn't matter how strong he is, on the contrary, it makes people feel more distressed.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes, glanced at his injury, and frowned.

"Dye, don't look."

While he especially liked to see the worried look on her face, he didn't like her to be sad.

Song Xingran looked away blankly.

The hand hanging by his side was clenched weakly, slightly nervous.

At this moment, a loud voice came.

"Brother, I heard that you were injured, it's okay......"

Han Zhiyun quickly ran in from the door, but when he saw Song Xingran, his voice stopped abruptly, and his whole face collapsed.

"Why are you here?"

Han Zhiyun looked at Song Xingran, and his tone was very unkind.

As long as this woman appears, it will be fine.

Song Xingran knew that Han Zhiyun was prejudiced against him, and he also knew that this Young Master Han especially admired Lu Qingchen.

But this young master's temperament and temperament are really disliked.

Song Xingran snorted coldly, raised his chin and said, "What? Can't I be here? ”

If nothing happened tonight, she wouldn't be here.

Han Zhiyun glared at her and said mockingly, "Do you need to fake yourself here?" You woman is a natural scourge. ”

Hearing Han Zhiyun say this, Song Xingran was annoyed.

"Han Zhiyun, are you sick?"

Han Zhiyun's face was red, and he said loudly: "Isn't it? Do you dare to say that my brother was not injured for you? ”

He's not stupid, you know it at a glance.

This injury must be for Song Xing's dyeing again. Otherwise, how could this conscienceless woman be here.

Song Xingran really wanted to pick up his fist and punch him in the face at this moment.

looked at Han Zhiyun's godly face and got angry.

Han Zhiyun saw that Song Xingran didn't speak, so he became even more aggressive.

"Why don't you speak? Weak heart? ”

"Han Zhiyun." 
Lu Qingchen's low and cold voice sounded, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Brother."

Han Zhiyun immediately responded obediently, and the arrogance in his body immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Get out."

Lu Qingchen's eyes were overcast, and the air pressure around him plummeted, making people breathless.

"No, brother, I ......"

Han Zhiyun wanted to say something, but saw two men in black appear beside him.

Carry him and go.

Song Xingran looked at him with an embarrassed and aggrieved look, and raised his chin at him arrogantly: "Get out." ”

"Song Xingran, don't be scared, there's a kind of heads-up."

Han Zhiyun shouted loudly, extremely angry.

Song Xingran's brows moved.

"Okay, heads-up."