Zuo Chenye's lips finally left her back, and looking at her flushed face buried in the sheets, she only felt funny.

It should be that Yan Han bought medicine and sent it over.

He stood up and went outside downstairs to open the door.

It was really cold and bought alcohol, gauze, and wound medicine.

Zuo Chenye usually doesn't come to live here, and today he also temporarily cleaned it up, so there is no standing medicine at home.

"You rest in the room. "Zuo Chenye commanded the cold.

There are a lot of things that need to run back and forth these days, and it will be much more convenient for Yan Han to stay in the guest room and ask him to do things.

"Yes, Zuo Shao. Yan Han replied, and he went to the guest room on the first floor to stay.

Zuo Chenye went upstairs with a pack of medicines, and returned to the room on the second floor to give Qiao Ran medicine.

Qiao Ran was still lying on his stomach and couldn't move.

Zuo Chenye threw a bag of things on the bedside table.

Qiao Ran glanced at it and exclaimed, "You actually got my mobile phone and pistol back?"

"Hmm. Today, let Yan Han go to the Second Substation of the Police Station, and he provided you with your legal gun license, which was returned to him by Gong Suyan. Zuo Chenye opened the bag and took out all kinds of potions, cotton swabs, and wound medicine and placed them on the bedside table.

Qiao Ran reached out to touch his pistol.

"Great, I thought I wouldn't get it back. "She loves this pistol very much, the limited collector's edition, it's like having a dream of it, and she can't put it down.

Caught off guard, her outstretched hand was slapped away by Zuo Chenye.

"Honestly take the medicine. He snorted.

"Oh. Qiao Ran retracted his hand. It's strange in my heart, the case is not over yet, but Gong Suyan returned her personal belongings to her, just mobile phones, especially pistols. Doesn't it need to be used as evidence?

It's as if Gong Suyan knew in advance that she would soon be released on bail pending trial.

At this time, Zuo Chenye focused all his attention on dealing with the wound on her back, the hideous whiplash, the centipede-like wound, and it was hard to imagine how painful it would be to bear such a whip. He took out a medical cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and reminded her wound, "It hurts, bear with it." ”

The voice fell.

Qiao Ran felt a heart-rending pain, which made her whole body tremble uncontrollably, and her teeth clenched.

Tears seemed to roll in her eyes, but she still held back and didn't cry.

Zuo Chen Yejun frowned deeply, he knew that she was in pain, extremely gentle, the residual cloth and the clotted blood clots were adhered together, he wiped and peeled off little by little, and he didn't dare to move faster, for fear that she would be more painful after tearing, and the newly scabbed wound would open again.

In the room, it suddenly became extraordinarily quiet.

Qiao Ran gritted his teeth and endured the pain, sweating profusely, his hair was soaked as if he had been fished out of the water.

And Zuo Chenye was cautious, and there were thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

Little by little, time passed.

It took a long time for Zuo Chenye to remove a piece of sticky cloth. By the time they were all removed, more than two hours had passed before they knew it.

Zuo Chenye breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the newly scabbed wound did not rupture again.

He disinfected her wound repeatedly with iodophor, and then applied a special wound medicine to her back.