An Nan looked at the unconscious man lying on the ground speechlessly, feeling that he was really Conan's physique, and there were people injured everywhere he went, and he needed to save himself.

"Hey, wake up!" An Nan squatted down, grabbed his shoulder and shook it gently, but the man showed no signs of consciousness.

This man's face was handsome, his brows were slightly frowned, and his cheeks were faintly red, An Nan touched his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

An Nan didn't want to care about him, but this person appeared in his room, if he didn't care about him, what if he died here? Even if he doesn't die, he can't leave, and let him stay here, what about those who came to search for him last night thinking that they and he are accomplices?

It was really a dilemma, An Nan had no choice but to search the man's body and take out a small badge from his underwear, on which was a sickle and a hammer.

These two motifs represent the tools of labor of peasants and workers, and so the identity of this man is also revealed, he is a member of the Communist Party.

An Nan has a good impression of this party, at least now it represents the interests of the vast majority of the people at the bottom.

This man was injured and searched as a spy, and he must have been discovered while completing some task, and for the sake of his party's justice, An Nan decided to save his life.

She dragged the unconscious man to the bed and unbuttoned his clothes, only to find that he had two wounds on his body, all gunshot wounds, one on his side and one on his left and right arms.

With such a serious wound, I really don't know how he managed to escape here last night, and how he escaped the searchers.

He must not be sent to the hospital, otherwise he will be caught in the net, and An Nan took out the scalpel and tweezers and other small instruments that he carried everywhere from his baggage.

An Nan tore the sheets and tied the man's hands and feet tightly, so that he would not suddenly wake up and move during the operation, which would affect her surgery.

The injuries on the man's waist and arms have been preliminarily treated, and they are bandaged relatively tightly, plus the clothes he is wearing are relatively thick, so An Nan didn't smell the smell of blood on his body last night.

Now the bandage is oozing blood, probably caused by the movement that was too big and too violent when he evaded the search last night.

The wound on his arm was fine, the bullet perfectly avoided the bone and penetrated the muscle, so he only needed to disinfect and re-bandage, and there was no need to dig the bullet.

The gunshot wound on the waist needs to be dug out, although judging from the results of his successful escape from pursuit last night, his injury did not hurt the vital internal organs, otherwise he would not have been able to jump for so long.

But because he was wounded and moved, the bullet was pressed deeper, and the wound was even more serious, no wonder he fainted with a fever.

An Nan skillfully and quickly dealt with his gunshot wounds, this operation is not difficult for An Nan, after all, she has been a military doctor for so long, I don't know how many soldiers were shot on the battlefield, and An Nan has dealt with not a thousand but eight hundred, and practice makes perfect.

The man was also hard, and although he was sweating profusely and his face was pale, he didn't moan at all.

An Nan glanced at his closed eyes, and saw that he was not awake, so he started more neatly.

Finally, she spent a lot of effort digging out the bullets that were deep in the flesh, and she was relieved, although it was only a minor operation, but she was also tired and sweaty because of the need to concentrate.

An Nan threw the bullet aside, wiped the blood from the wound, and just wanted to stitch up the wound, he inadvertently looked at the man's face, but coldly saw him staring at his eyes with wide openness.

An Nannan's heart suddenly struck, he didn't know when he was awake, and he didn't know why he didn't say a word when he woke up and let himself do something to his body.

An Nan was stunned for a moment, then nodded to him and said, "I'm treating your wounds." As he spoke, he ignored his reaction and continued with his movements.

The man still didn't speak, he didn't moan in pain, but there was a slight tremor all over his body that showed that he was in severe pain.

"That's it!" Anan said, bandaging his wound with a clean cloth.

She untied the strip of cloth that held his body in place, only to find that the sweat on his body had soaked the sheets underneath, his head was drenched in cold sweat, his lips were bitten out of tooth marks, and the bloodshot in his eyes didn't know if it was because he didn't sleep last night, or because he was holding back the pain.

has such a resolute willpower, and he really deserves to be a member of the Communist Party, An Nan admires him a little, he can endure this kind of severe pain that is equivalent to scraping bones and healing without anesthesia, he is a man.

An Nan saved people to the end, sent the Buddha to the west, helped him wipe the sweat on his body, and went to the restaurants and pharmacies outside to buy some porridge and medicine by the way.

"Thank you, girl." The weak man drank the porridge that An Nan bought, and then obediently took painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

The injured man claimed that his name was Sheng Zhijing, the owner of the Shengji cloth store in the capital, because he offended people in business, and was slandered by his opponent that he was a traitor, he had no choice but to flee, and he escaped here by luck, and met the kind-hearted An Nan.

He probably didn't know that An Nan already knew his identity, so there was no obstacle to this set of excuses, but An Nan didn't care that he didn't confess to himself, after all, although he saved him, he was just a stranger, and he didn't know if it was credible or not, of course he couldn't reveal his true identity in one go.

"Thank you for the girl's life-saving adult, Sheng is grateful, and when Sheng clears his name, he will do his best to repay him." Sheng Zhijing said to An Nan gratefully, his tone sincere and credible.

An Nan waved his hand and said, "Whatever you want." "She saves people as she pleases, she can be paid or not.

Sheng Zhijing then said with some hesitation: "Now that Sheng is being hunted down and has nowhere to go, I wonder if Miss An can let me stay here for two more days?" When I heal from my injuries, I will leave immediately, and I will not drag down the girl's ......."

He looked at An Nan fixedly, there was a faint pleading on Qingjun's face, and he was also a little embarrassed, obviously saying that it was very inappropriate for a big man to hide in a single girl's house, but he had no choice but to ask cheekily at the moment.

Fortunately, An Nan is not such a pedantic person, she looked at Sheng Zhijing, and suddenly asked, "Don't you have a companion to answer?" ”

When Sheng Zhijing heard this, his eyes suddenly widened in shock, obviously not understanding how An Nan could know his identity.

But he quickly calmed down, and said with some confusion: "What did Miss An say?" Companion? ”

He smiled bitterly and said, "Since I was slandered as a traitor, my relatives and friends in the past were eager to cut off relations with me, where would any companion be willing to accept me?" It's good if they don't betray me. ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to admit his identity, and didn't embarrass him, An Nan said indifferently: "Okay, you can stay here for two days." ”

Sheng Zhijing saw that she didn't mean to ask, and breathed a big sigh of relief.