Zhuang Yan struggled to stand in the red tide, and the dialysate of the hatch was emptied, revealing a graceful human form. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhuang Yan held a sterile blanket and saw Richelieu sleeping in the driver's seat with his head tilted, his slender hands hanging in the air, his fingertips dripping; A pair of long round legs and tightly stacked, the line outline alone makes people angry and hot, let alone a real person who is slightly wheezing and undulating? This beautiful and thrilling scenery makes the hearts of those who watch it surging and grateful. Those who have crippled hands want to write poems for her, those who can't write poems want to paint a portrait of her, and those who don't know both only hate not having a camera in their hands, and can't take the opportunity to take a picture for future recollection.

Even the nurse's gaze was glazed over Richelieu.

Zhuang Yan said to the nurse: "She is unconscious, help her to the stretcher." ”

The nurse hurriedly went to hug Richelieu, and as soon as her fingertips touched the tights, Richelieu unconsciously "snorted", and her thin eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was in pain. The nurse was startled, stopped and looked back at Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan looked at the burned palms with compassion on his face, and couldn't bear to sympathize: "The high temperature spread to the cockpit, which shows the weight of the body's trauma. She has established a neuromolecular link with the body, and the body's trauma will be truthfully fed back and empathize with her. ”

He said mechanically for a while, suddenly realizing that words were useless, and turned back and reached out to ask: "Give me a neurosedative." She fell into a protective coma in severe pain, but her nerves remained highly sensitive, and it hurt when you touched her. Give her a shot slowly. ”

The nurse lowered her head and took out a sealed syringe with medicine, handed it to Zhuang Yan and asked, "Yes...... How much pain does it have to be a protective coma? Few of them were in a coma during clinical delivery. ”

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and tore open the sealed package of the syringe, raised his head to force out a few drops of potion, and walked over to give Richelieu an injection: "The right body is so roasted that it needs three bundles of firefighting foam to extinguish the fire, how painful is it...... Have you ever eaten a roast leg of lamb? The kind that sizzles on a raging fire. Replace the leg of lamb with your own arm and feel it casually. ”

The nurse shuddered.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head through the tights, put the needle vertically, picked it diagonally, and pushed a tube of medicine, but Richelieu didn't notice the pain. Zhuang Yan raised the watch and counted for two minutes, estimated that the medicine was effective, and when she was about to carry Li Se out of the cabin, her dazed and sleepy pretty face suddenly had an expression, her brows were frowned, her cherry lips were gently pursed in pain, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Zhuang Yan saw her hugging her chest and shivering, so he wrapped the sterile blanket around her and comforted: "It's over, we're still alive." ”

As soon as his fingertips touched Richelieu, she trembled as if she had been pricked by a needle, and with an "oops" cry, she shrank back in her chair, frowning and tightening, her goose egg face was red in pain, her cherry lips pursed aggrievedly, her eyelashes trembled, and she didn't dare to look at him; When he curls up on his legs, he is afraid of his touch, like a puppy curled up in a nest and shivering.

For the first time, Zhuang Yan saw Richelieu showing his pitiful true face. He remembered the goddess's swagger and nature, was accustomed to her gentleness and politeness, accepted her aggressive sermons and unwavering stubbornness, and forgot her essence as a girl.

Afraid of pain, afraid of touching, like crystal tofu, delicate and delicate. She is always majestic when she triumphs, but who has seen her wretched as the morning dew when she wakes up?

War is a man's business, how can you expect a girl not to be afraid of pain. It's just this girl with low eyebrows and drooping eyes, whose bravery and sacrifice for the purpose are so decisive that the man is ashamed.

Zhuang Yan's hand hung in the air, and the person was stunned, and asked nonsense: "It still hurts?" ”

Richelieu was uncomfortable for a while, her eyes were red, she hugged her chest and lowered her head for a while, and she could only see her long eyelashes trembling silently. After a while, when Richelieu raised his head, the look of grievance on her pretty face disappeared, and the thin eyebrows, which were originally pitiful and frowned, had been raised seriously, her eyes were focused, and she asked majestically and calmly: "How many people survived?" ”

Zhuang Yan didn't expect her to change to a Templar-like serious expression in the blink of an eye, admiring her psychological toughness, and inexplicably secretly thinking that her low eyebrows and drooping eyes were about to cry, maybe it was a glimpse, and she would never see it again.

"You blocked the decisive shot. Everyone in the base is alive. Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand and said with mixed feelings: "I'm sorry for saying offensive things before." You have protected us like an angel, thank you. ”

Richelieu did not move, curled up in his chair, his eyes drifting away, and the autumn waves were gloomy: "But my angel did not come to save me." ”

Zhuang Yan knew who she was talking about.

"Are you feeling better?" He tucked the sterile blanket for her.

Richelieu wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, blonde hair dripping from his shoulders, and nodded silently. Zhuang Yan then got out of the way and asked the nurse to carry her on a stretcher. She hung her head on the nurse's shoulder, staggered out of the cabin, her legs as weak as a hangover, and bit her lip to endure.

"A man must be perfected by himself." Zhuang Yan stood next to him and said with concern, "Even if the person you believe in doesn't show up, Veneto is fighting for you, and thousands of colleagues are grateful for your protection." The legend has been yellowed, the gods will be gone, and only the bonds between men will loyally protect us forever. ”

Because she hung her head weakly, he could only see her low-hanging blonde hair: "She didn't come to save you, but you still have us." ”

Li Se opened his mouth and turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan. Her heart was filled with joy, because for the first time, Zhuang Yan recognized her "nonsense" and used it as a basis for serious conversation. Richelieu looked at Zhuang Yan's eyes in a daze, and when he thought about it, he was inexplicably excited, as if a hot spring had irrigated his lost and empty heart, so he opened his mouth slightly in surprise and turned his head into a dimple smile, turned his head, and let the nurse help himself onto the stretcher.

"This time, I won on my own." Richelieu lay on the stretcher, showing off weakly, tilting his head to look at Zhuang Yan, who was busy attaching electrodes to her and hanging bottles, hoping that he would understand.

Zhuang Yan held the back of her white and smooth hand, carefully needled, fixed it, and replied without looking up: "This is a luxury quality, which is gratifying." ”

Richelieu's brow furrowed, and she took on the appearance of the girl next door, relaxed and stared at the empty dome, and became sleepy with contentment, and with a smile that seemed to be nothing, she closed her eyes unconsciously.

Zhuang Yan straightened his waist and held the hanging bottle, followed the stretcher to the temporary elevator, and whispered to the nurse: "The tranquilizer has taken effect, send her to the rehabilitation cabin for treatment to prevent post-traumatic stress syndrome." ”

The nurse nodded, and the group cautiously entered the improvised elevator and creaked down. Zhuang Yan carried a heavy dripping suit, looked at Richelieu's pretty face sleeping peacefully, and thought: "If VV hadn't knocked out the light of judgment in time, I'm afraid Richelieu would have died at this moment." Why didn't the angel she believed in come to her rescue? ”