Duan Zhaorong heard the footsteps and shouted in a dumb voice, only to realize that his voice was so low that it was as if he had taken dumb medicine. He had no choice but to raise his hand and push the liquor bottle down, causing it to fall with a "crash".
The crackling sound immediately attracted the attention of the two people outside.
Instead of searching from room to room, he rushed directly to the room where the sound came from.
As soon as he came in, Gu Chen was almost dizzy by the smell of alcohol in the room. The whole room was full of alcohol. If he took a few more breaths, he would feel as if he was getting drunk.
"Wait for me outside." Duan Zhaoan stopped Gu Chen as he was about to move forward, and whispered: "Go to the hygienist to get antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. I'll wait for you here."
He had already seen that Duan Zhaorong, who was lying on the bed, was not drinking, but had a high fever and was rubbing himself with white wine to cool down.
Duan Zhaorong was already burning with fever, and his eyes were as heavy as a thousand pounds. He couldn't even raise his eyes to take a look. He didn't know when Gu Chen would leave.
He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a thin sheet on the bed. Duan Zhaoan gently lifted the corner of his back and took a look. The pupils of his deep and dark cold eyes suddenly shrank, and then he became filled with anger, which made the originally cold and stern person
His handsome face added a bit of frightening murderous aura.
"The inflammation of the wound caused a high fever, you can really bear it." He wanted to open his mouth to comfort, but the words he said were cold and without any warmth. Duan Zhaoan straightened the corners of his mouth, looked at the large whip wounds on his back, and finally endured the pain.
Thoughts of inquiry.
When Duan Zhaorong saw them coming, he knew that he would not die.
Although his brain was so burned that he was dizzy, he was still conscious at least. He didn't hear clearly what Duan Zhaoan said. He lay on the bed and his voice was as hoarse as gravel, "Give me the clothes. I guess I need an anti-inflammatory shot. Behind the wooden wardrobe
There is a movable splint with needles and medicine inside. Give me an injection."
There are needles and medicine... Duan Zhaoan's hand bones feel tight. His elder brother always keeps the medicine ready. In addition to taking precautions,... it also shows that he has needed these medicines in the past.
Duan Zhaoan, who had pursed his thin lips until they were as thin as a knife blade, strode up to the wooden clothes, opened the cabinet door, tapped several splints with his fingers, took out the plywood on the lower left side, and took out a syringe from it
The medical box used is similar to the pencil box used by children.
Then he took out a sealed bag from the innermost place, which contained anti-inflammatory medicine and potions.
When fighting in the wild, with no way forward and no support behind them, and when they need to deal with injuries themselves, the Fang Brigade members have long learned how to inject themselves and take medicine.
Duan Zhaoan quickly mixed the medicine and potion, inhaled it into the syringe, and heard Duan Zhaorong whisper: "Two injections will do."
"If you don't feel energetic, just say a few words and get some sleep." Duan Zhaoan took a deep breath to avoid saying any harsh words. He wanted to say, since he was so seriously injured, why did he still run with them?
Wouldn't you say it in advance?
I also want to say that if I don't take care of my body so much, do I feel that I am made of iron and can survive by gritting my teeth? Then why should I smash the wine bottle to get others' attention?
In the end, he didn't say it out loud. He knew his elder brother. If it weren't for...he wanted to help them, he wouldn't have forced himself to run around all night.
Duan Zhaorong, who was so burned that he was confused, could tell that Duan Zhaoan was suppressing his anger, so he couldn't help but smile. The weak smile fell in Duan Zhaoan's eyes... with a sour taste.
