Xiaoshou, come into my arms

"There is medicine where I live!" Leaning on Qi Ran, Qiu Chong panted heavily, his white lips protruding in a softer voice.

"Okay!" Qi Ran listened, supported Qiu Chong and walked quickly in the direction he pointed. He didn't realize that he was supporting a grown man like Qiu Chong, and most of the weight was on his body, but he was a little It doesn't feel strenuous either.

Qi Ran anxiously supported Chou Chong, feeling that this was the longest road he had traveled, and Chou Chong had a faint smile on his lips from the beginning to the end, not worried that he would die at all.

After finally arriving at the place where Qiu Chong lived, he opened the door, and Qi Ran let him lean on the sofa. After searching for the medicine box, he found that he couldn't handle wounds at all.

Seeing Qi Ran's anxiety, Qiu Chong panted, and said softly: "Young...Master, don't...don't worry, I said...you...do it!"

When Qiu Chong finished speaking, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his body became colder and colder.

Encouraged by Qiu Chong's eyes, Qi Ran sat down beside him holding the medicine box.

"What should I do?" Looking at the wound that was still bleeding, Qi Ran was only annoyed, why didn't he learn how to deal with the wound, otherwise he wouldn't have to be so flustered now.

Qi Ran in the previous life and this life has never suffered any injuries, even if he was injured, it would not be his turn to deal with the wounds himself, so he would never think of learning this.

"Master,...you first...use...hemostatic cotton..." Before Qiu Chong could say a few words, he was about to stop to take a few breaths. The intermittent voice stimulated Qi Ran's heart even more.

Before Qiu Chong finished speaking, Qi Ran opened the medicine box in a panic, found a bag of cotton, and stretched it out in front of Qiu Chong, "Is this it?" Seeing him nodding, he immediately tore off a ball of cotton inside and put it in the bag. It landed on Qiu Chong's waist wound.

"Okay,...young master...you now...cut off the...clothes..."

Finding the scissors, looking at the blood-stained clothes, Qi Ran's trembling hands did not reach out, and seeing the painful Qiu Chong, Qi Ran closed his eyes, and said to himself silently: Qi Ran, you Be calm, you can do it, if you continue like this, Qiu Chong will die.

Opening his eyes again, Qi Ran's eyes were calmed down quite a bit. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand holding the scissors, carefully avoided the wound, and gradually removed the clothes around the wound. It was cut off, and I accidentally touched it a few times during the period, but with Qiu Chong's strong endurance, he survived.

After cutting the clothes, Qi Ran was already sweating profusely. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat, and when Qi Ran went to look at the wound, he found that the blood was no longer oozing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, the next step is to... take out the bullet inside!" After the wound was stopped, Qiu Chong seemed to be much better, and he was no longer panting when he spoke.

Qi Ran felt a little relieved, and took out the knives and scissors he needed from the medicine box and got them ready.

After being sterilized with alcohol, Qi Ran held a pair of small iron pliers tightly in his hand and stared at the wound closely. Qiu Chong gave him an encouraging and trusting look, and moved his hand away from it.

As soon as Qiu Chong moved his hand away, the blood began to ooze again. Qi Ran was highly concentrated, not daring to waste a moment, and pressed a ball of cotton on the wound with pliers in one hand, while the small iron pliers in the other hand Stretched through the wound.

"hiss"

The cold pincers penetrated into the body, and Qiu Chong couldn't help shivering. The pain spread up along the nerves, and he gasped. Seeing that Qi Ran was distracted, he immediately clenched his teeth and dared not make any noise.

Hearing Qiu Chong's painful groan, Qi Ran's eyes flashed with panic, the pliers in his hand stopped and did not dare to move, the sweat from his forehead slowly slid down his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped onto the floor.

Looking at the wound still oozing blood, Qi Ran gritted his teeth, took the pliers and continued to search for the bullet in Qiu Chong's body.

Qi Ran's hand froze suddenly, the pliers touched a hard object, the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly, the pliers in his hand slowly caught the bullet, and slowly moved out of Qiu Chong's body.

"Boom"

The blood-stained bullet fell on the ground, rolled a few times, and lay there quietly. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to delay. After taking the medicine, a circle of gauze was wrapped around it.

Qiu Chong lay on the sofa, staring at Qi Ran with his eyes open, with a faint smile and a trace of undetectable emotion in his eyes.

"call"

After finishing the beating, Qi Ran slumped down on the floor, wiping the sweat from his face with his bloody hands, but he had no time to care about so much. He had used up all his strength to treat the wound with high tension. He didn't want to move at all.

Qiu Chong kept staring at Qi Ran who was sitting on the ground, and finally fell asleep under the pressure of his eyelids.

After finding out that Qiu Chong had fallen asleep, Qi Ran had almost rested, so he simply cleaned up and wanted to make something for Qiu Chong, but found that there was nothing in the refrigerator.

Only then did he take a good look at the house, a bedroom, plus a study and a kitchen, not too big or too small, with all kinds of home appliances available, but the kitchen was very clean, presumably it had never been cooked Yes, other places have a layer of light gray.

He didn't go into the bedroom, but went into the study room. There was indeed a computer in it. After checking the surrounding situation, he learned what people who had lost blood needed to mend. Qi Ran covered Qiu Chong with a thin blanket and went out.

He first went to withdraw some money. After the successful bidding, Ling Qi sent him tens of thousands of dollars, but he never used it. He wanted to send it to his parents, but now he used it himself first.

Thinking of his crushed mobile phone and computer, Qi Ran first went to buy a mobile phone and changed the number, then bought a bunch of vegetables and came back.

When he came back, Qiu Chong was still sleeping, so he went to cook first.

The sleepy Chou Chong was awakened by a burst of fragrance, he opened his sleepy eyes, the fragrance from the tip of his nose spread to his brain and stimulated his stomach, and his stomach growled a few times in response to the occasion.

Lifting off the blanket on his body, there was a faint blood stain on the white gauze, and the blood stopped.

The strong fragrance permeated the whole house, and the house was cleaned spotlessly. The slanting light of the setting sun came in through the windows, adding a bit of warmth to this empty house.

Qi Ran came out with a pot of soup that was still emitting mist, and saw Qiu Chong lying on the sofa, looking at him.

"Are you awake?" said joyfully, Qi Ran put the soup on the table, walked to him and looked at the wound on his waist, saw that there was no blood oozing, and finally let go of his hanging heart: "It's not bleeding up."

"You wait for me to finish the last dish, and we can eat!" After finishing speaking, Qi Ran entered the kitchen, and Qiu Chong kept the words of obstruction in his mouth, lay on the sofa, and looked at the kitchen quietly. figure.

Qi Ran simply fried a plate of amaranth and came out. He took the bowls and chopsticks, and first filled a bowl of pork liver soup for Qiu Chong.

"Master, I'll do it myself." Looking at the spoon in front of him, Qiu Chong was a little excited, but he didn't dare to forget his identity.

Qi Ran withdrew her hand to avoid his hand holding the spoon: "You are hurt now, let me do it!" After finishing speaking, she stretched out the spoon and put it near his mouth.

The food in the mouth is neither salty nor bland, without any fishy smell, the soup is thick but not thick, and the taste of pork liver is also extremely delicious.

He remembered that the young master didn't know how to cook, but he didn't expect to be able to cook such delicious food now, and the young master is still so young.

"Master, you...?" Chou Chong swallowed his mouth, wondering.

Looking at the complicated light flashing in Qiu Chong's eyes, Qi Ran probably thought of what he wanted to ask, but he didn't have time to think about the wound before, now he calmed down and found that it was a normal thing, no matter how long a picture Young face, 24 years old and 18 years old can still be distinguished clearly.

"You finish eating first, and we'll talk about the rest later." The soup in the bowl was fed into Qiu Chong's stomach spoon by spoon, and the only sound in the house was the sound of Qiu Chong eating.

"Master, I'm full, you go eat too." After drinking the soup, Qiu Chong didn't ask Qi Ran immediately, even though he really wanted to know what was going on, but he was more worried about the young master's hunger.

Qi Ran smiled slightly, and didn't ask him if he wanted it. It's not suitable for people who just woke up to eat too much, and he also stewed chicken soup in it, so he can eat it when he's hungry at night.

Turning on the TV for Qiu Chong, Qi Ran sat at a table beside him to eat, the only sound in the house was the sound of news broadcasting from the TV.

Suddenly a news report attracted Qi Ran's attention. The person on the TV was Wei Ming, who was arrested and imprisoned not long ago. At the moment, he was standing at the gate of the prison, surrounded by a group of reporters.

Wei Ming was wearing simple clothes, he looked a few years old all of a sudden, he didn't have the vigor and vigor that he saw in the bidding, his face was full of decadence, thinking that the days in prison were not Well, I don't know why it was released this time.

Not long after, Wei Zifeng suddenly appeared in the camera, and Wei Ming saw Wei Zifeng pushing away the reporters beside him while walking towards Wei Zifeng.

A group of reporters surrounded the father and son, vomiting out various questions non-stop, but none of the questions were answered. Wei Zifeng protected Wei Ming and kept walking towards a black car.

When they got to the car, a handsome man from M country wearing a pair of black sunglasses stepped out of the car, opened the car door for Wei Zifeng to let them in, then got into the driving seat by himself, and drove away. From the beginning to the end, three No one answered the reporter's questions, and there was not even a single exchange between the three, which made many reporters feel strange, and secretly speculated who the M countryman was?

The two people in the house fell silent because of this news, but because of different people, Qi Ran because of Wei Zifeng, and Qiu Chong because of that M countryman.

If according to his guess, Shi Yefeng, the president of Yling company, is it because of his own reasons that he bought Wei's enterprise?If so, who made the guns hidden in the Nancheng warehouse?Could it be him too?

But he always felt that something was wrong, Ye Feng was just the president of a company, Wei Zifeng could bear it after buying Wei's enterprise, there was no need to send him to prison.

After thinking about it, Qi Ran couldn't figure it out. In the end, he just gave up thinking about it. He only knew that things were not that simple.

As for those photos of himself, he had no clue at all, and couldn't figure out who did it, and he hadn't seen Chu Yi since that night, so maybe he would know something?And that time on Youhuang Island, maybe he should start from there.

By the way, those hands, those hands... aren't they Lin Weiwei's hands?