"In fact, the reason I have to go home now is that I was wounded in my right arm, a gunshot wound."

Even if Wen Rong had any beautiful and ambiguous thoughts in his heart before, they disappeared in front of the fact stated by Ling Jingyan, accompanied by a flood of guilt, shock, and self-blame.

He was wounded! And I didn't even realize it!

She had always thought that his pale face was born like this, and although he was indifferent, he did not show the slightest pain, and he would not have told her the truth if he had not offered to get out of the car first.

It turned out that the shot really hit him, and the blood on the ground was his!

He was unmoved by a gunshot wound, subdued a third person, and successfully concealed himself, he hid his true success, very successful.

Is it his hidden success or is it that he doesn't care too much about him? So how could he be naïve to think that he had dodged the shooting at close range? How could he be exactly the same as before after he was injured, he put his arms around her and put all his strength on her, how could she think it was a sign of intimacy and not think that it was the cause of his physical discomfort?

"We should go to the hospital!" Wen Rong's eyes were moist as if they were stained with dew, and he said decisively.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"I don't have a good background and it's going to cause trouble."

"But you are so seriously injured, how can you not go to a professional hospital to bandage it? It's okay, my dad has a branch here, we can go there, no one will know, okay? Wen Rong persuaded, and Rika's tearful little face was full of pleading.

"There are many people." Ling Jingyan took his eyes off the tearful little face of the pear blossom in front of him, approached the leather cushion of the seat, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"No, my dad will keep it secret, you have a gunshot wound, what if the family is infected?" Wen Rong tugged at his sleeve, suddenly remembered that his arm was injured, and hurriedly put it down, only staring at him with a cold side face with closed eyes and persuading.

After all, he was disturbed by the delicate face with tears in front of his eyes, and it was useless not to look at it, so he said coldly: "It's going to be fine, there is a doctor at home, and I can handle it." ”

"Still, I'm not at ease." How can the equipment at home compare with that of a hospital? And this is a gunshot wound after all, how can disinfection, infusion, treatment compare with the experience of hospital doctors?

"Believe me, there is no doctor more experienced with gunshot wounds than him." Ling Jingyan's big palm in her left hand took advantage of the situation to hold her little white hand that had nowhere to place.

The soft and silky touch of his hand made him sigh comfortably, she had more delicate and silky skin than it looked, and the big palm of his left hand subconsciously pinched it twice, she was soft and warm beyond his imagination.

Wen Rong's eyes were full of worry, he didn't even notice that his little hand was being held by him, just thinking about how Ling Jingyan could be so calm, suffering such a serious gunshot wound, did he know that if it was not handled well, it would become inflamed and ulcerate, and in serious cases, it would even amputate and even threaten his life, how could he be so unimportant?

No matter how bad his background is, he can't gamble with his life, he blames himself, it's not her, he won't get a gunshot wound, and he doesn't have to worry about his background and dare not go to the hospital.

"This time it was just an accident, and it won't be in the future." Ling Jingyan looked directly at Wen Rong, and his tone was indifferent but affirmative.

"Well, I'll take care of you." Wen Rong looked back at Ling Jingyan's deep obsidian-like eyes, and there was self-blame and more desire to make up for it in her clear eyes.

What Wen Rong didn't know was that it was this self-blame and mentality of wanting to make up for it that changed her future life.