And Shen Zhenggang didn't know what was wrong with him, so he raised his palm and landed on Song Yan's face, gently touching the messy broken hair on her face behind her ears.

Song Yan, who looked tired, had no strength to resist for a long time, her expression was even a little bit, and her originally bright eyes were hanging low at the moment.

Shen Zheng just shrunk back and looked down at the direction of her thighs.

Now that the sky is getting brighter, he can clearly see the blood stains on Song Yan's inner thigh.

One of her pants was stained red with blood.

Shen Zhenggang took out the military knife again, and when Song Yan didn't come back to his senses, he quickly cut Song Yan's pants.

"Tear up."

Song Yan's body trembled slightly.

The injured right leg also shook a few times because of Shen Zheng's moment just now.

Her right leg was about to bend up, and Shen Zhenggang suddenly pressed her leg quickly and shouted: "Don't move!" ”

He took out medical tools from his bag, which he would take with him when he went out on a mission.

Song Yan made a deep and wide cut on the inner thigh, and the blood was still dripping endlessly.

He put the medical things next to Song Yan, and said with a serious expression: "Your leg is very wide, and you can't go back to the hospital for stitching, I'll help you simply stitch it up now, stop the bleeding, it may be a little painful, but it's not very painful." ”

He had stitched it up for himself, and he didn't think it hurt.

Song Yan looked down blankly, the wound was not only deep, but also in a very sensitive position.

Big, legs, inside, side!

Song Yan suddenly became energetic, she straightened her neck, straightened her back, and quickly raised her hand to cover her legs and said, "Isn't it okay to bandage?" ”

"No way!" Shen Zhenggang replied decisively.

He prepared his own disinfectant water, medical swabs, and threads to close the wound.

He had a simple method of treating wounds with military medicine, so that he could use them on the battlefield in the future.

These people, when the task is up, who will wear a military doctor anytime and anywhere.

Shen Zhenggang lowered his head and saw Song Yan covering the exposed leg with his hand, and immediately understood why Song Yan resisted.

At this time, big men like Shen Zhenggang blushed.

He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, had a serious attitude, and said in a rough tone: "Song Yan, you are very weak now, we need to return to the team, if you keep twisting with me here, I will not take you away easily, and neither of us will be able to leave at that time." ”

Hearing Shen Zhenggang say that he would not take her away, Song Yan cried in fright.

"No, you can't leave me."

"Then I'll help you with your wounds." Shen Zhenggang took a cotton swab stained with disinfectant and squatted in front of her.

Song Yan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, she took her hand, turned her face away, and closed her eyes.

The cold and tingling sensation suddenly hit, and after a while, the tearing pain became more intense, and her face turned a little pale.

Bei Fang bit his lip flap, and his whole body tensed.

There was no anesthetic, and the taste of stitching the wound directly was too unpleasant.

She Song Yan didn't scream the whole time.

Shen Zhenggang was surprised.

He looked up at the miserable little white face, his heart was inexplicably touched by such a petite her, no wonder Ye Jue loved her so much.

She sometimes calmly told him to be afraid.

Shen Zhenggang said, "Okay." ”

Song Yan suddenly collapsed weakly.

Shen Zhenggang exclaimed in surprise, feeling that he rushed over and quickly put his palm on the back of her head.