In the ventilation duct of the private room on the first floor of the world, two men were hunched and crawling forward.

"Teacher, what kind of people are we trying to save, it's worth the effort." Zhao Zhiyun followed Chang Huan and crawled forward, quite incomprehensible. "We're a righteous and bright profession, how can we be like thieves." Zhao Zhiyun was young in the end, and couldn't help but complain a few words.

Chang Huan glanced back at him and said angrily, "What kind of do you have, since you're here, follow me!" He was afraid of alarming the people inside, so he deliberately lowered his voice and explained, "If we go in directly, I'm afraid that if we are still at the gate, the people inside will have been transferred."

Zhao Zhiyun's mind turned around, nodded, no longer had any doubts, and followed Chang Huan step by step.

The atmosphere in the private room was tense at this time.

Han Ranchen looked at the sharp needle tip that was glowing with coldness, forcibly suppressed his cry, his throat choked with pain, and his shoulders trembled, like a lonely child.

After a while, she suddenly raised her head, and her red, swollen eyes shone with determination. Like a soldier whose injuries have improved, he resolutely puts on his armor and prepares to return to the battlefield as if he were dead.

"Bai Zhengqian, I didn't want to live if it fell into your hands." Han Ranchen turned his heart sideways, and his eyes stared straight at the syringe.

"I know you're not afraid of death. Otherwise, you wouldn't have assassinated Yue Haotian back then." Bai Zhengqian pulled out the needle cap of the syringe and raised Han Ranchen's smooth arm.

"Bai Zhengqian, people say that if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, you have done so many things that have lost your conscience, are you not afraid of retribution!" Han Ranchen felt the pain of being punctured, and scolded Bai Zhengqian with his head and face.

"Retribution? I didn't believe it for a long time. I believe only that man will conquer heaven." Bai Zhengqian didn't care. With his thumb against the end of the syringe, he was ready to inject the liquid into Han Ranchen's body with force.

At this moment, only a rattling sound was heard, and the vent of the ventilation duct was removed. Chang Huan took out the pistol on his waist, half-squinted, and shot Bai Zhengqian in his hand.

The syringe fell in response, and Bai Zhengqian's wrist suddenly bled like an infusion. He snorted in pain and immediately covered his hand.

Before he could shout, his mouth was covered, and in an instant the muzzle of a black hole was pressed against his temple.

Zhao Zhiyun immediately followed and untied Han Ranchen. After untying, Han Ranchen fell weakly and bonelessly on Zhao Zhiyun's body.

"You take her out first. I'll leave it to me!" Chang Huan's eyes were red and he ordered Zhao Zhiyun.

"But you're only one person, this, can this work!" Zhao Zhiyun was worried that there were people in ambush around him, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, they would soon be exposed.

"Get out of here!" Chang Huan almost shouted this sentence out of his throat.

Zhao Zhiyun looked at the cold and unconscious woman in his arms, and knew that her weight in Chang Huan's heart must be extremely heavy, so he no longer had nostalgia and immediately escaped with her.

After Zhao Zhiyun and Han Ranchen withdrew, footsteps poured in towards the door of the private room one after another.

Chang Huan whispered in Bai Zhengqian's ear, "Let them go, otherwise I will shoot you with one shot!"

He let go of the hand covering Bai Zhengqian's mouth, and Bai Zhengqian let out a low and terrifying laugh, and his voice was deep and hoarse: "You really aren't dead." Then he repeated in a different tone, "You're not dead?"

Chang Huan smiled, with a look of disdain: "A person like you who is full of evil can live well. Naturally, we should live a long life."

"Just for the sake of that woman, you exposed it a second time, is it worth it?" A ruthless and excited smile flashed in Bai Zhengqian's eyes.

"You scum is not qualified to judge her." Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Chang Huan tied Bai Zhengqian's locked door handrail together, stuffed a dinner cloth into his mouth, and climbed out again along the ventilation duct with his hands and feet.

Bai Zhengqian looked up at the ventilation duct, ignoring the pain in his wrist, and a smile of secrecy gradually appeared on his face.

The two of the victorious teachers rushed to Chang Huan's house with Han Ranchen.

Han Ranchen slept in Chang Huan's arms, and his body gradually warmed up. Her eyes

Before he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to pull Chang Huan's arm, and his tone was anxious: "Mobile phone, take my mobile phone, give Xiao Luo, send, send a message, quickly."

Chang Huan hurriedly charged her mobile phone, skillfully entered the password after turning it on, and handed it to Han Ranchen.

"Follow, tell him, I lost my phone at home, I've been out for the past few days, let him not worry. Hurry." Han Ranchen couldn't pick up his mobile phone, and explained to Chang Huan intermittently.

Chang Huan agreed, and immediately sent a message to Han Chenluo as it was. In the next second, Han Chenluo's phone called.

Chang Huan looked at Han Ranchen, who had no strength, and he was suddenly at a loss after a hundred battles.

In the midst of the anxiety, Han Ranchen miraculously sat up, looking like he was reborn. She cleared her throat and pressed the answer button, and before Han Chenluo could speak, she crackled first, and deliberately counted Han Chenluo with full of anger.

"I said you're so amazing, you dare to take care of your mother! I don't just go out without my phone, what can I do? You little bunny, don't you wish I was dead? It's really the opposite. I won't tell you, I'm fine, I'm going out to play cards, of course, it's all night, I warn you, you can't bother me!" Look at the book

After hanging up the phone, Han Ranchen, who was still domineering just now, instantly turned into a puddle of water and fainted softly.

Zhao Zhiyun glanced in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. He remembered a sentence: Women are weak, but mothers are strong. That's exactly the kind of scene.

Xia Xingran was startled when she received Chang Huan's call, and immediately asked Li Yu for leave, explained the matter of the welfare home, stopped a car, and hurried to Chang Huan's house regardless of the deeper exposure.

The first aid kits at Ma Ji's house and Chang Huan's house are all complete with medicines.

Xia Xingran examined Han Chenluo and found that it was only symptoms such as dehydration and cold, and it did not hurt the root. So he took the medicine from the medicine box and swallowed it for her.

"Aunt Han, what's wrong?" After helping Han Ranchen take a bath and change his clothes. Xia Xingran walked out with a pile of half-dried clothes and asked Chang Huan.

"I went out to play, I fell into the water, but fortunately I found it in time." Chang Huan sat on the side and rubbed his legs and explained.

Xia Xingran thought about it, and the symptoms seemed to be right on drowning, so he didn't think much about it.

"Why is Aunt Han so careless. It's such an adult, why did you still fall into the water. Does Xiao Luo know? Why don't you see him?"

Xia Xingran walked around the house several times, wondering why he didn't see Han Chenluo's figure.

"Your Aunt Han has told you again and again about this matter, don't tell Han Chenluo about that child. He is worried that your Aunt Han has already prevaricated, so don't say anything."

Xia Xingran's nose was sour, and there was more admiration and distress in his eyes when he looked at Han Ranchen. Most mothers in the world love their children more than themselves. This reminded her of her mother, Ruan Yiren, and she couldn't help but roll down tears for a while. Look at the book

Chang Huan saw Xia Xingran's mother-longing, and hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Xiao Ran, you also show me my legs, I want to save her, my legs hurt."

Xia Xingran hurriedly stopped his emotions, squatted beside Chang Huan's legs, rolled up his trouser legs, and suddenly the room was filled with a sour and bloody smell.

"Oh, Uncle Chang, how much strength you have exerted. The wounds are all oozing blood, and a small infection is forming on the wounds and pus."

Xia Xingran's good-looking face suddenly wrinkled, and he immediately put the first aid kit at his feet.

"Uncle Chang, this is not a hospital, so I can't give you anesthesia to relieve pain. When I give you medicine to stop the bleeding in a while, it must have hurt, so bear with it."

Xia Xingran's eyes were full of distress, Chang Huan touched her head, signaling her to start with confidence.

She first let Chang Huan take drugs to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

Then wash with hydrogen peroxide and normal saline. After washing, remove the local necrotic tissue, and give a concentrated sodium chloride solution to continue the wet compress.

After the wet compress, start to reapply the dressing and bandage.

Chang Huan was born in the military in the end, and he is iron-clad. He gritted his teeth, sweating in pain, and was stunned, which really made Xia Xingran admire.

After the busy, the east has been white. Xia Xingran was sleepy, so he wanted to go home and sleep first and come back tomorrow.

As soon as she walked to the door of the house, she saw Han Chenluo curled up in a ball and huddled at the door of her house. When he saw her coming, he looked up at her.

A pair of eyes that had just cried were still misty, and the eyes were innocent and full of joy.

She reached out and grabbed Xia Xingran's trouser legs, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Sister, my mother doesn't want me, can you stop leaving me?"