Helped Ye Ziming get out of bed, enter the elevator, and go downstairs.

During the whole process, Milan was very apprehensive.

She completely believed Wu Ling'er's words, it turned out that Ye Ziming was really an underworld figure, either an underworld boss or a hooligan leader.

Definitely!

Otherwise, it is impossible to be shot.

Between the underworlds, there is only a conflict of interest.

This is a situation that Milan often sees on television. Unexpectedly, in reality, she met it.

After walking out of the hospital gate and getting into a taxi, Ye Ziming breathed a sigh of relief. When he tried to say something, the wound suddenly hurt so much that it almost made him faint.

In fact, he suffered a severe gunshot wound and had just undergone surgery and could not move.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the Moon Lake community.

Milan helped Ye Ziming into the elevator, went upstairs, and entered the living room.

Then, Milan helped Ye Ziming into the bedroom and lay on the bed.

A nice smell of perfume came to my nose.

Ye Ziming noticed that although the 50-square-meter rental house was very simple, it was neatly cleaned.

Pink sheets with a characteristic scent. It's not a perfume smell, it's a different smell, and after smelling it, I can't help but feel it.

"You lie down first, I'll go get you water."

After Milan came in with a cup of hot water, Ye Ziming asked, "Did you send me to the hospital?" ”

That's a question he should have asked a long time ago. It's just that when he opened his eyes, his first reaction was that danger would come at any time and he had to leave immediately.

"Not me. I got a call from the hospital..."

Milan briefly described what he had learned.

Ye Ziming nodded, "Do you have the contact information of the taxi driver?" ”

If the driver hadn't sent him to the hospital in time, it is estimated that he would have gone to see Hades due to excessive blood loss.

It must be reciprocated.

"Nope."

After Milan answered, he asked carefully, "Brother Ye, who did you fight with last night?" Who shot you? ”

Although I didn't think I should ask, I couldn't help but ask.

"A couple of damn people." After Ye Ziming finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, "Milan, can you help me do something?" ”

"Go to the pharmacy and grab the medicine, right? I know how to treat gunshot wounds, and I'll make them for you. ”

"Oh?"

Ye Ziming was stunned for a moment, and the other party's tone was very confident, which made him curious, "It's not healing, this is not important..."

"Please go to the front desk of the Imperial Building, I have a bag, you can help me get it back."

Ye Ziming endured the pain, took out his ID card, and handed it to Milan.

"Give this to the front desk, and the waiter will give you the bag."

"Okay." Milan did not hesitate to agree.

That bag must be very important to Brother Ye.

She thought.

Soon, Milan came to the front desk of the Imperial Building, and she was greeted by Wang Fang, who checked in to the presidential suite for Ye Ziming.

Seeing Milan handing over Ye Ziming's ID card, he asked what he meant, and immediately took out a bag and handed it to Milan.

Milan originally thought that the bag must be valuables, and the weight was not light, but after taking it, it felt very light.

She couldn't help but wonder.

What's in the bag?

Back at the residence, Milan handed the bag to Ye Ziming, "Brother Ye, the bag has been retrieved." ”

"Good." Ye Ziming smiled at her gratefully, opened the bag, and took out a rag doll from it.

Milan was surprised.

Actually... Is it a rag doll?

I thought it was some kind of valuable.

I can't help but look at it curiously.

It was a very ordinary rag doll, very old, and several of them were broken.

Obviously, this ragdoll has a certain history.

At least, twenty years.

She was more curious. For Ye Ziming, nothing is more important than healing, but he even ignored his injuries and asked her to get the rag doll back.

This?

When Milan was wondering, he saw Ye Ziming picking up the rag doll very carefully and putting it on the side of the pillow. Then, a happy smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, in Milan's eyes, Ye Ziming is not an underworld boss or a hooligan leader, but has become a cute big boy in the neighborhood.