Duan Zhaorong heard the footsteps, he shouted in a dumb voice, only to find that his voice was so low that it seemed to have drunk dumb medicine, so he had no choice but to raise his hand and push the liquor bottle down, and the sound of "bang" immediately attracted the attention of the two people outside.

Instead of looking for each room, I rushed straight to the room where the sound was made.

As soon as he came in, Gu Chenwei was dizzy by the smell of alcohol in the room, and the whole room was full of the smell of wine, and after a few more breaths, everyone seemed to be drunk.

"You're waiting for me outside." Duan Zhaoan stopped Gu Chen's steps to move forward again, and ordered Bao in a low voice: "Go to the hygienist to get antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines, I'll wait for you here." ”

He had already seen that Duan Zhaorong, who was lying on the bed, was not drinking, but had a high fever that did not go away, and wiped his body with white wine to cool down.

Duan Zhaorong was already burned in a daze at this time, and his eyes were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't use his strength to raise his eyes to take a look. When Gu Chen left, he didn't know.

He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and he had a thin single quilt on his body, Duan Zhaoan lightly lifted the corner of his back to take a look, and his deep and dark cold eyes shrank suddenly, and then he was full of anger, adding a bit of terrifying murderous aura to his originally cold handsome face.

"The wound is inflamed and causes a high fever, you can really bear it." I wanted to open my mouth to comfort, but the words that came out were cold and without a trace of warmth, Duan Zhaoan pursed the corners of his mouth, looked at the whiplash on his back, and finally endured the thought of asking.

As soon as Duan Zhaorong saw the two of them coming, he knew that he couldn't die.

Although his brain burned to the point of dizziness, he was still conscious, and he didn't hear what Duan Zhaoan said clearly, so he lay on the bed and his voice was as hoarse as gravel, "Give me the clothes, it is estimated that you will need to take an anti-inflammatory injection, there is a movable splint behind the wooden wardrobe, there are needles and medicine in it, you give me an injection." ”

There are needles and medicines, and Duan Zhaoan'......s hand bones are tight, and the eldest brother has medicine ready at any time, in addition to preventing problems,...... It was also stated that he had needed these drugs.

Duan Zhao'an, whose thin lips had been pursed until he was as thin as a knife blade, strode over to the wooden clothes, opened the cabinet door, tapped on a few splints with his fingers, took out the splint on the left side, and took out a medical box for syringes from inside, similar to the stationery boxes used by children.

He took out a sealed bag from the innermost part, which contained anti-inflammatory drugs and potions.

When fighting in the field, with no way in front and no support behind, and when they were injured and needed to deal with them themselves, the fangs brigade had long learned how to inject themselves and take medicine.

Duan Zhaoan quickly adjusted the medicine and potion, inhaled it into the syringe, and heard Duan Zhaorong say in a low voice: "It's enough to take two injections." ”

"If you don't have the energy, say a few words and sleep for a while." Duan Zhaoan took a deep breath before he didn't say anything stinging. He wanted to say, since he was so seriously injured, why did he still run with them, wouldn't he say it in advance?

I also want to say that my body is so uncherished, do you feel that you are an iron bone, and you can survive it by gritting your teeth, so why should you get drunk with a wine bottle to attract the attention of others?

In the end, he didn't say it, he knew his eldest brother, if it weren't for ...... He wanted to help them, and he wasn't going to run around for a night.

Duan Zhaorong, who was burned to the point of confusion, could be regarded as hearing that Duan Zhaoan was holding back his anger, and couldn't help laughing, and a weak smile fell into Duan Zhaoan's eyes...... There is a slight sour astringency.

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