Jiang Junlin closed his eyes, regretting was of no use, the regret had already been cast.
He repeatedly told himself not to be fooled, it might be another trick, but he felt inexplicably restless, so he still got up to check on him.
Ji Xuan is a very contradictory person. He laughs and curses casually. No man has the pride of not letting go of his tears easily.
But when Jiang Junlin searched in his memories, Ji Xun would only cry in front of him.
Either cry and be miserable, or cry and beat him!
What a bastard!
He lifted the quilt and stood up, came over impatiently, kicked Ji Xuan on the low bed, "Get up, stop making noise!"
Ji Xun was still talking in his sleep, with tears streaming down his face. Jiang Junlin glanced at him and couldn't tell whether he was acting or really dreaming. Jiang Junlin slapped him in the face and said, "Get up!"
Ji Xuan woke up suddenly, hugged Jiang Junlin, buried him in his waist and abdomen, and started crying. Through his shirt, Jiang Junlin could feel his frighteningly high body temperature.
When he touched Ji Xuan's forehead, the temperature was frighteningly high, "Do you have a high fever?"
No wonder he slept so deeply!
Jiang Junlin found the ear thermometer and was shocked when he measured it. It was almost 40 degrees. If it continued to burn, he might become a fool, but Ji Xuan had already lost consciousness.
Jiang Junlin pressed him down, brought some alcohol over, wiped his forehead, face and neck, took off his clothes, and rubbed alcohol on his chest in an attempt to cool him down.
After taking off his clothes, I discovered that the little arm that Ji Xun had been covering up was badly injured. He still refused to go to the hospital. It must be inflammation, and the wound was pus-filled.
"Idiot!" Jiang Junlin couldn't help scolding him, and wanted to slap him again, but the little wolf cub's face was white and dripping with cold sweat. He looked so pitiful that Jiang Junlin really couldn't do it.
I wanted to beat him ten thousand times in my heart, but my heart softened because of his temporary weakness.
Ji Xun must see a doctor.
As far as he knew, there was a small clinic just 800 meters away when you turned right out of the safe house. Ji Xuan was so burned that he passed out. If the arm was delayed any longer, it would really be amputated!
His parents dare not damage his body, hair, and skin. He seems to have never had such an understanding and does not know how to cherish himself.
Jiang Junlin opened the curtains and took a look at the night. It was windy and snowy, but it was not late at night. It was just after eight o'clock. Today was a snowstorm day. The weather this year is particularly strange. It has been snowing continuously and it is also extremely cold.
He looked back at Ji Xun, and after careful consideration and considering the overall situation, he finally gave in for Ji Xun. He put on his hat and goggles, took some cash, carried Ji Xun sideways to the door, and held
He opened the door with his fingerprints. In addition to the password, there were also fingerprints. After opening the door, Jiang Junlin carried Ji Xun downstairs and put him in the car. They were really unlucky. The wind and snow were too heavy and the car could not be driven.
Jiang Junlin tried several times, but had to give up and carry Ji Xuan to the small clinic again. They had no identity documents and it was absolutely impossible to go to a big hospital. Moreover, nowadays, major hospitals must be guarded by extremely powerful people. Small clinics are inconspicuous.
It was everywhere, so they might not be able to monitor it. Jiang Junlin deliberately avoided the cameras. Ji Xun went out several times to find out the surveillance on the road and made a small map.
Carrying a man on his back during a snowstorm, Jiang Junlin still had gastritis and an injury on his back. He walked very slowly. Every step he took was in the snow. No one was plowing the snow on the sidewalk at night. Every step he took was particularly difficult.
, Jiang Junlin had a premonition that his wounds would also open.
However, Ji Xuan seemed to be too cold, lying on his shoulder and shouting, "Brother, it's so cold!"
The wind and snow were coming, and Jiang Junlin felt stinging on his face and felt very uncomfortable, not to mention the injured Ji Xuan.
"Deserve it!"
There were scattered pedestrians on the road, but no one was curious. In a city like this, it was snowing again, and pedestrians after get off work were all eager to go home. No one wanted to spend more time on the road.
Jiang Junlin felt tired after walking five hundred meters. He had been imprisoned for too long and had not been able to recover. Carrying Ji Xuan in such a snowy day took a lot of energy. His hands and face were very cold, and his back was injured.
A layer of sweat.
Jiang Junlin walked for nearly half an hour in a short distance of 800 meters, and finally saw the small clinic. It happened to be a coincidence that the doctor in the small clinic was off duty and was about to close the door. Jiang Junlin carried Ji Xun on his back and stepped forward and said in French,
"Doctor, my brother's arm is seriously injured. Please take a look at it."
"I'm off work, come back tomorrow. There's a hospital two hundred meters ahead." The doctor pointed forward. As soon as he saw that Ji Xun was unconscious, he knew that it would take a lot of time and effort, and he looked Chinese, so he didn't want to treat her at all.
With a gun pointed at his waist, Jiang Junlin said with a graceful demeanor and a gentle tone, "Doctor, please!"
doctor,"……"
The doctor just felt that he was really unlucky. He was off work and met a murderer. Although Jiang Junlin didn't look like a murderer at all, his style was too similar.
He must have been murdered and injured. Are there any wanted criminals on the news recently?
The police just came to inquire, is it them?
In the clinic, the heating was on, and the doctor hung a sign that said he was not open for business and closed the curtains. Jiang Junlin was sitting aside, drinking hot tea and loading a firearm, like a gentleman strolling in the courtyard drinking tea.
A little bit of the horror of the cold-faced Yama.
The doctor was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, and he was shaking slightly. Jiang Junlin said, "Don't be nervous, I'm a good person!"
doctor,"……"
Whoever holds a gun and tells the doctor that he is a good person, ask around and see who believes you!
The doctor was very embarrassed when he examined Ji Xun's injuries. His small clinic only treats common flu and intravenous drips. It also treats bruises and simple illnesses. How to treat such injuries?
"Sir, you need to take him to a big hospital. His arm has a serious bacterial infection." The doctor practiced Tai Chi and said in embarrassment, "I can't cure it!"
Jiang Junlin did not embarrass the doctor. He said nothing and just checked the firearm.
The doctor was sweating profusely and said in fear, "Sir, don't worry, I will try my best!"
"I believe you!" Jiang Junlin drank tea with a smile.
Ji Xun was in a coma and did not wake up. A large piece of flesh and blood on his forearm was ulcerated and had to be completely cut off and sutured. The doctor was indeed not one to treat serious illnesses. He cut off a large piece of flesh and blood with a shaking of his hand.
Jiang Junlin frowned but remained silent. The doctor did not dare to breathe.
"Sir, I usually have sterilization operations on pets."
Jiang Junlin closed his eyes. He held his mobile phone, which contained the only disposable phone card. He had one choice: call Dr. North and ask her to come over and deal with Ji Xun's injury.
But now there are internal and external troubles, and the traitor has not been eliminated. If he is exposed, neither he nor Ji Xun will survive. This is a risk that cannot be taken.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the confusion in his heart, "Take your time, don't be in a hurry."
