After kicking Beiming Yechen away, the man walked towards Ji An'an with an evil look on his face.
Beiming Yechen's eyes were in a trance, and his body covered in blood rushed forward and hugged the man's leg.
"Trouble, just kill him."
The man was surprised that the dying boy could still hold him with such force?
Ji Anan suddenly came to his senses and rushed forward to block the knife.
"Boy, if you keep meddling in other people's business, don't blame us for killing people."
"Beiming Yechen, I don't want you to control me!" Ji Anan didn't know where he got the strength to rush away from a man, and protected Beiming Yechen with his hands in front of him.
In the heavy snow, Beiming Yechen's face is fair and his lips are smeared with bright red blood. Doesn't he look like a human being in this world...
The figures of several men froze at the same time, looking at each other in disbelief. His surname was Beiming, and he was the young master of the Beiming family?
Ji Anan squatted down and pressed his bleeding wound: "Beiming Yechen, are you okay? Don't scare me!"
When several men realized that they had caused a big trouble, the dangerous forces withdrew and ran away quickly.
Ji Anan is ready to be humiliated. She can do anything as long as he is fine...
But these people left suddenly, and she touched him with her bloody hands: "Where is your mobile phone? Mine is out of battery, and I can't even make calls to the emergency number."
"Go away..." Bei Mingyechen took off her hand, gasping for breath, and bent over to sit up with difficulty.
The blood flowed down again because he moved too much.
Ji Anan's mind went blank. He had lost too much blood. The wound might not be fatal, but he would bleed to death first.
It's too late to wait until someone comes to save you
Take emergency treatment first!
She calmed down immediately, rummaged through her handbag to find a bottle of bruise medicine, used it to stop bleeding, and poured it on his wound.
Some shallow cuts should be able to stop it, but those two knives went too deep...it was a drop in the bucket.
Ji Anan took out a handkerchief, bandaged the bleeding wound on his arm, took off his leggings, cut the trouser legs with scissors, opened his bloody clothes, wrapped one elastic trouser leg around his waist and tied it diagonally.
Go up and tie the wound covering his chest tightly.
Worried that it wasn't tight enough, I took off my scarf and wrapped it around him.
Beiming Yechen narrowed his eyes and looked at this face intently...it was within his reach.
Her long eyelashes were drooping, and her expression was tense.
"Beiming Yechen, where is the cell phone..."
If you can call Beiming Manor, a plane will come and the doctor will be more professional.
Bei Mingyechen put aside her little hands searching her trouser pockets and said in a fierce tone: "Get away."
She was pushed onto the snow, and he staggered to his feet, covering his abdomen with one hand, and left in the long snow.
"Beiming Yechen, don't wander around! You will die!"
As soon as she stopped in front of him, he pushed her aside and fell weightlessly into the snow.
Without looking at her, his face was strangely pale, like the skin of a dead person, without a trace of luster... He moved forward mechanically.
Ji Anan picked up the bag and chased after him, "Please, Beiming Yechen!"
Tears fell crazily from the corners of her eyes... She seemed to see the big boy who smiled at her in the sunshine in the past, rubbing her head, little country girl, if the whole world bullies you, I will stand behind you to fight against it...
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Beiming Yechen's back was hunched, and his steps became heavier and heavier. His crooked footprints touched the snow, dripping with bright red blood.
Ji Anan begged him with tears and said a lot of words... He seemed unable to hear and only focused on moving forward...