After searching along the blood trail, the Murong Rong siblings found the man in an alley.
He was lying prone on the ground, his blue clothes stained with blood, and he was holding a pistol in his hand, which was also soaked in blood.
Murong Rong carefully turned him over and felt his breath, and there was still a trace of breath.
It can be seen from the wounds on his body that he was shot in the thigh and scratched on the chest. He lost too much blood and passed out. If he was not treated, he might bleed to death.
"Sister, the wallet was taken from him. He should be dead this time, right?"
"Not yet." Murong Rong considered whether to save him.
She already has enough troubles. Will rescuing a man of unknown origin and carrying a gun bring more troubles to her door?
If he is not saved, he will die.
After thinking about it, Murong Rong still couldn't do nothing to save her.
After wrapping the wound slightly, Murong Rong and Mu'er carried him back. On the way, they were careful not to leave any traces of blood, lest anyone come to the door.
There were some medicines given to her by the clinic in the tent. Murongkong simply helped him stop the bleeding and fed him some medicines. The rest depended on his luck.
When changing his clothes, Murong Rong found a box of medicine hidden in his clothes. He kept it very discreetly. He thought it was a very important medicine for him.
Murong Rong opened the lid and sniffed a few times. The smell of this medicine was very familiar. She didn't know where she had smelled it.
Unable to remember for a moment, Murong Rong stuffed the medicine back, placed it next to him, added a quilt to him, and then went to sleep with Mu'er.
The next day, Murong Rong woke up and felt her forehead was cold. When she opened her eyes, she saw a black pistol pointed at her forehead, and the owner of the pistol was looking at her with murderous intent.
In an instant, Murong Rong remembered and knew who he was.
She really saved the wrong person.
Murong feigned fear and backed away, staring at him, "No, don't kill me. For the sake of saving you, don't kill me..."
Lying next to her was her younger brother, and her son was fast asleep on the other side. Murong Rong felt a chill in her heart.
My momentary weakness not only harmed myself, but my brother and son may also be harmed.