The sound just now was definitely not made casually. Mo Yurou turned over and got up from the ground. At this time, Xiao Zichen also stood up holding the pillar.
Mo Yurou didn't care about anything else and hurriedly pulled Xiao Zichen to check his injuries, but as soon as she pulled him over, Xiao Zichen pulled her into his arms.
"I'm fine, my arm slipped."
As he said that, Xiao Zichen looked at Mo Yurou's arm, which had been stained red with blood, but his other hand was still holding Mo Yurou tightly.
Han Bo was next to Xiao Zichen and glanced at Xiao Zichen. Xiao Zichen winked at him, but Han Bo stopped talking.
At this time, Chu Feng and Tiaozi drove over in a car, and the National Defense Forces who heard the explosion also rushed over. Han Bo immediately showed his ID, Chu Feng also took out his pass, and the National Defense Forces immediately
Xiao Zichen and the others stood behind him and shouted in the local language.
"Leave quickly."
Upon hearing this, Han Bo immediately protected Xiao Zichen and Mo Yurou from getting into the car, and then they all jumped into the car. Before the door was closed, Chu Feng stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out towards a small road in the distance.
Chu Feng's car had the national flag printed on it, and the National Defense Forces all gave way when they saw it along the way. A few minutes later, they finally drove out of the airport. Just as Xiao Zichen guessed, there was really no war here.
Being out of danger for the time being, everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Xiao Zichen, who was sitting next to Mo Yurou, took in a breath of cold air again. Mo Yurou turned around and saw that Xiao Zichen's back was already stained with blood, and his white shirt was filled with red.
"Zi Chen, you are injured."
When Mo Yurou looked at it, her face instantly turned pale, and her voice was trembling as she spoke.
Chu Feng, who was driving in the front seat, heard this, looked in the rearview mirror, and then said.
"There's a first aid kit under the seat."
Upon hearing this, Han Bo bent down and took out the first aid kit. Xiao Zichen was sweating, gritting his teeth and smiling to comfort Mo Yurou.
"I'm fine, just a little skin injury."
"Okay, stop talking and lie down."
Han Bo glanced at Xiao Zichen, then at Mo Yurou who was already nervous and at a loss, and said to Xiao Zichen.
Then, Xiao Zichen lay directly on Mo Yurou's lap. Han Bo took out a saber and cut open Xiao Zichen's shirt. The wound was exposed. Mo Yurou took a look and gasped.
This was not a skin injury, it was obviously very serious. When the explosion happened just now, in order to protect Mo Yurou, Xiao Zichen used his body to block Mo Yurou's body, and his back was injured by the bomb fragments.
Just now, in order not to worry Mo Yurou and to avoid affecting other people, Xiao Zichen remained silent.
Han Bo looked at Xiao Zichen's wound, frowned slightly, then took out a ball of gauze, stuffed it directly into Xiao Zichen's mouth, and said something.
"Be patient."
After that, Han Bo quickly pulled out the single piece embedded in Xiao Zichen's back with quick eyes and hands, then took a ball of gauze and pressed it on the wound, and said to Mo Yurou.
"Hold it for me."
Mo Yurou was still calm. After she was nervous, she immediately stretched out her hand to hold Xiao Zichen's wound after hearing Han Bo's words.
"The wound is not very deep, but it still needs to be stitched. There is no anesthetic here. Can you hold it in?"
After all, this is in a car, and the road is very bumpy and bumpy all the way.
Xiao Zichen clenched his hands into fists. In fact, he was already covered in cold sweat from the pain, but in this case, he could only endure it, nodded and said weakly.
"Sew it up."
With Xiao Zichen's consent, Han Bo began to suture Xiao Zichen's wound. Mo Yurou did not dare to look at it, she could only hold Xiao Zichen's hand tightly and accompany her silently.
A total of four stitches were needed to sew the wound. During the whole process, Xiao Zichen was so painful that his whole body was shaking, but he didn't make a sound.
After that, Han Bo sprinkled some anti-inflammatory powder on Xiao Zichen's wound, then wrapped it with gauze, and gave him two oral anti-inflammatory pills. After the wound was completely treated, Xiao Zichen seemed to be fished out of the water.
, all wet.
Mo Yurou's hand, which had been holding his hand, was already numb. When he opened his mouth, Mo Yurou's palms were covered in sweat.
Mo Yurou ignored the numbness in her palms and found a coat from Xiao Zichen's backpack and put it on him.
"Dress well and be careful not to catch cold."
At this time, Mo Yurou saw the wound on Xiao Zichen's arm again. Seeing Han Bo preparing to disinfect and bandage him, Mo Yurou directly took the alcohol cotton and said.
"Just take a rest, I'll be there."
After that, Mo Yurou gently and meticulously cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged Xiao Zichen's wounds. She was extremely careful during the whole process. After the bandaging was completed, Mo Yurou checked Xiao Zichen's body again and asked with some worry.
"If there are any injuries, don't hide it from me."
"It's really gone. You should rest for a while."
Xiao Zichen pulled Mo Yurou into his arms and said softly.
Just as Mo Yurou was about to leave, she heard Xiao Zichen hiss, and then Xiao Zichen's deep voice came to her ears.
"Don't move, just like that, rest."
At this time, Mo Yurou no longer dared to move, for fear of injuring Xiao Zichen's wound.
Eight people in a car set off towards City A. The road was relatively peaceful. They basically walked through the protected areas of the National Defense Forces. However, some sections of the road were damaged for various reasons, and they took many detours.
Except for Xiao Zichen and Mo Yurou, the other six people took turns driving. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Feng parked the car at a gas station.
"It's still three hours from here to City A. How about we find a hotel to stay here tonight and set off again tomorrow morning."
Chu Feng looked at Mo Yurou and said.
Mo Yurou glanced at Xiao Zichen, who was sleeping in the car. The bumpy road had made the gauze on Xiao Zichen's back stained red. After thinking about it, she nodded.
"Okay, you are familiar with this place. Find a hotel that is a little cleaner and more comfortable. Nothing else matters."
Mo Yurou now wants to ensure that Xiao Zichen gets enough sleep tonight. If the situation continues like this, even Iron Man will not be able to bear it.
After filling up the gas, Chu Feng drove the car into the city.
This city was a bit run down compared to the city they spent the night in last night. After driving around the city for almost half an hour, they finally found a hotel with a better environment and its own security team.
Mo Yurou requested two door-to-door suites, one for Xiao Zichen, Mo Yurou, Han Bo and one of his team members, and one for Chu Feng and three other people.
After being tense all day, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief after going upstairs.
Mo Yurou helped Xiao Zichen into the room and took him into the bedroom. After a while, Han Bo walked in carrying a medical box.
"How are you feeling? There is no hospital nearby. I will re-bandage your wound first and give you an anti-inflammatory shot. You must pay attention tonight. If you have a fever, you will be in trouble."
As Han Bo spoke, he began to clean Xiao Zichen's wounds again.
The conditions in the car were limited before, so he sutured the wound and simply treated it. Coupled with the bumpy ride for several hours, the wound on Xiao Zichen's back was still bleeding.
At this time, Xiao Zichen was pale and exhausted. He was lying on the bed and had difficulty speaking.
After hearing what Han Bo said, he just nodded slightly, then closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.
Mo Yurou was sitting beside the bed. This time, her eyes were fixed on the wound on Xiao Zichen's back.
There was a gash that was about 7 to 8 centimeters long, and the rough sutures were stained red with blood. There was faint blood oozing from the wound, and the skin was torn apart. Mo Yurou was horrified to see it.
"Don't look, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Xiao Zichen reached out and held Mo Yurou's hand. Seeing Mo Yurou's worried and nervous expression, he said weakly.
Mo Yurou resisted the urge to cry, forced a smile, shook her head and said.
"I'm not worried."
After saying that, he turned his head away and no longer looked at the bloody back.
Han Bo was already treating the wound. In order to ensure that the wound did not become inflamed, he had to clean it with alcohol.
The moment alcohol was spilled on the wound, Xiao Zichen only felt a heartbreaking pain, but he didn't want Mo Yurou to worry, so he gritted his teeth and held on, but his shaking body betrayed him.
The bone-gnawing pain made Xiao Zichen's whole body tremble uncontrollably. After a while, his whole body was soaked. Mo Yurou looked at it and couldn't bear to hold it in like this.
"Shout out if you can't stand it anymore, don't hold it in."
Xiao Zichen had blue veins popping out on his face, his jaw was clenched, his brows were furrowed, and he was holding the sheets tightly with both hands, as if the sheets would be torn into pieces in the next second.
"Just bear with it a little longer, and you'll be fine soon."
Han Bo was already cleaning Xiao Zichen's wounds as quickly as possible. Seeing that he had been holding back, he felt a little unbearable. As he spoke, the movements of his hands became faster.
Almost twenty minutes passed, but to Xiao Zichen and Mo Yurou, this short period of time seemed like several hours had passed. Han Bo had bandaged the wound again, and he was sweating all over from exhaustion.
"Leave it to me to clean up here. You have worked hard today. You should go and have a rest. I will ask the hotel to bring dinner to the room later."
Looking at Han Bo who was covered in dust, Mo Yurou said gratefully, if it weren't for Han Bo's security team today, they might all have died at the airport.
Han Bo glanced at Xiao Zichen, then took out some medicine from the medicine box and said.
"You will feed him later. You have to pay attention to his body temperature at night. Then I will go out first. Call me if you need anything."
After saying that, Han Bo walked out of the room.
Mo Yurou sat by the bed for a while. At this time, Xiao Zichen also recovered, but his expression was worse than before.
Mo Yurou looked at the weak Xiao Zichen, feeling moved and worried at the same time. After that, she stood up from the bed and said.
"You take a rest first."
After saying that, Mo Yurou picked up the gauze and medicine box on the ground.
After finishing her work, Mo Yurou took Xiao Zichen's luggage into the room, found a set of clean clothes for him, then fetched a basin of hot water from the bathroom, and started washing Xiao Zichen's body with a towel.
Mo Yurou's movements were very gentle, fearing that she would hurt Xiao Zichen with just a little force. Mo Yurou changed three or four basins of water before wiping away the blood on Xiao Zichen's body.
Because Xiao Zichen was too tired and because Mo Yurou's movements were too gentle, he gradually fell asleep. Mo Yurou covered him with a blanket and then walked out of the room.
Dinner had been served. Han Bo and the others were eating in the living room outside when they saw Mo Yurou walking out and giving up a seat.