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Royal Park Hotel.

Ning Yuan put down the phone in his hand and looked at the woman lying on the carpet with almost a river of blood, his brows furrowed.

After shedding so much blood, it was obviously too late to call the doctor at this time, and Ning Yuan had a special identity, he had always been a loner, and he would not go to a public place like the hospital unless he had to.

This hotel is Lin Xuan's property, and he took Tang Xiaochi to live in with a certain amount of security.

For people like them, who have been on the verge of life and death for a long time, the ability to deal with wounds is no worse than that of ordinary doctors.

Ning Yuan found the medicine box, half-squatted down, without any hesitation, and tore off all of Tang Xiaochi's shirt, and his movements were definitely not related to gentleness.

Her wound was in her chest, and for Ning Yuan, who was used to seeing blood, this scene did not bring him any special feelings.

He scooped up Tang Xiaochi with one hand, walked into the bathroom, and threw the person into the bathtub.

A tank full of water immediately turned red.

Ning Yuan turned on the spray and let the water pour down, until the blood stains on Miss Tang's body were washed away, and then he started to scoop people up.

Tang Xiaochi's blouse was gone, his pants were wet, and the man didn't hesitate to strip her naked.

Ning Yuan looked at the fair-skinned and delicate female body in front of him, and a thought flashed through his mind.

It turns out that the woman's body looks like this......

After such a delay and tossing, Tang Xiaochi's face turned even paler, and seeing that the person was about to die, he started to stop the bleeding and bandage it with medicine.

These medicines were all researched and developed by the Magic Night Organization, and the effect of the drugs was amazing, and the blood immediately stopped flowing.

After Ning Yuan finished dealing with Tang Xiaochi, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, twelve forty.

He took off his long coat and went to sleep with the lights off.

I don't know how long it took, but a woman's whisper suddenly came from the darkness: "Cold ......"

Ning Yuan turned on the light, Tang Xiaochi's cheeks were flushed, his lips were chapped, and he was obviously feverish.

Since you promised that you won't let people die, you can't sit idly by.

Ning Yuan found antipyretics.

Tang Xiaochi was covered with a blanket, and he didn't wear anything underneath, probably frightened, tears kept flowing, and his face was pale, just like the two of them who looked like they were alive and well on weekdays.

He stuffed the medicine into her mouth, fed her some water, and when she left, she suddenly raised her hand to hug his arm, crying pitifully: "Brother......"

Ning Yuan wanted to pull his hand out, Tang Xiaochi cried, the blanket slid down, revealing her white shoulders and neck, her hot cheeks rubbed against the back of his hand, tears fell on the cold skin, and the temperature was hot: "Brother......"

Ning Yuan's eyes fell on her chest, and if she tossed again, she was afraid that she would bleed again, and if she bleed again, this woman would basically be able to report to the king of Hades.

Troublesome!

Ning Yuan turned off the light and left his hand in her arms, but fortunately, the bed was big enough, and he lay down next to Tang Xiaochi.

After a while, the feverish man probably felt cold, his body curled up, and his arms tightened as harder as she pillowed his wrists, his hands touching her chest.

The woman's characteristic warmth and softness were mixed with a light floral fragrance and a hint of blood that he was particularly familiar with......

Ning Yuan's heart moved inexplicably, and a strange throbbing quietly rose from the bottom of his heart, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly ignored the past.

The man closed his eyes and slept until dawn.

……

After Ye Weilan got up in the morning, he went downstairs to eat breakfast with Xiao Jiu in his arms, and saw the twins muttering something.