But in the end, An Yuran next to her did not give Mu Xiaoran more time to think. Instead, she habitually gave her an order and said in an unusually cold voice, "Tell me quickly.
Where is the medicine kit?"
Ah?! What's going on? What did he just say? Didn't he want to kill himself?
Her mind was indeed sluggish for a second, but after she noticed the cold and ruthless face of the other party, a hint of impatience once again flashed across her face, and she hurriedly started to move towards her.
He walked over to the desk by the window not far away, reached out and took out a particularly dark and shabby medical box.
Just through a casual glance when she turned around like that, Mu Xiaoran realized that An Yuran behind him had many large and small wounds of varying degrees, and almost most of them should be gunshot wounds, but he ran so far.
Is it possible that he is a god? Or is he actually Ultraman or Superman wearing underwear? Oh! No! He should be our hero - Little Nezha!
After finally giving up his wild thoughts, Mu Xiaoran hit the man in front of him again. An Yuran actually didn't die because of excessive blood loss. This shows that his life is really unusually hard.
But at the same time, she quickly discovered another problem with him, and it was a very important problem related to whether her life was safe.
"Ah, it hurts - are you studying medicine?" A somewhat magnetic and cold voice whispered in Mu Xiaoran's ears, and An Yuran also looked at him
All the wounds, large and small, on the body, whether they were gunshot wounds or other external injuries, were all handled very professionally by the woman in front of me. The movements when bandaging them also seemed to be extremely meticulous and could
It can be seen that the woman in front of him should be a very professional doctor. If I am not mistaken, her level is very high.
While being bandaged, he just took the time to raise his eyes and glanced at the tired face of An Yuran next to him. Mu Xiaoran coughed, and then said lightly, "I only understand a little bit."
It’s just fur.”
Just like that, her demonic dark black eyes turned, making people feel mysterious and unpredictable. Looking at the woman in front of her, she was bandaging herself very carefully and attentively, and she was so serious and soft.
The profile of An Yuran's face made An Yuran's heart tremble. Who knew that just when he opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly went dark, "That--"
Then with this loud thumping sound, he saw that the very soft large mattress sank in, and the tall and strong body of An Yuran, who was arrogant just now, moved towards him.
The bed behind him fell over.
But one thing is that his pistol is still firmly held in his right hand as if it were just now.
With her hands on her hips, looking at An Yuran who had just fallen on her bed, who was no longer in any danger at this time, Mu Xiaoran's amber-like eyes flashed slightly.
With a fleeting glance, he tied a beautiful little bow on the bandage on the last wound, and then let out a long breath of relief from his mouth.