In the room, on her big bed, he had already fallen asleep. He was not as restless as before. He was quiet now, and the blood was slowly flowing on his arms, which made people feel distressed to see him.
If we ignore him and let him sleep until tomorrow, we don't know if he is still alive.
She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and opened the medical kit.
The scars on his arms were not shallow, which showed how cruel he was to her. She carefully cleaned the wounds with iodophor, sprinkled anti-inflammatory styptic powder, and then tied his arm tightly with a hemostatic bandage.
Finally, the bleeding stopped.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Worried that he will get infected.
She found an antibiotic injection in the medical kit. She remembered that she had used such an injection when she helped Gong Suyan temporarily treat a gunshot wound. It should be fine.
When she inserted the sharp needle into his arm.
He was already drowsy and snorted softly.
She was stunned. The needle was very thin. Would it hurt? She accelerated the injection liquid and then pulled out the needle.
He frowned and murmured something.
Although the voice was very low, almost inaudible, she still heard it clearly.
"Qiao Ran, I'm sorry, forgive me, forgive me..."
She still held the syringe in her hand, just frozen in mid-air, suddenly unable to move.
In my heart, countless emotions are intertwined.
too messy.
I was so confused that I didn't know what I was thinking.
At that moment, she seemed to hear a corner collapse deep in her heart.
He could have forced himself on her just now, but she could no longer resist. She was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. But he didn't. He would rather scratch himself with a sharp object or let the blood flow, instead of doing that.
Her heart was deeply touched.
Four years later, he has changed.
She slowly reached out her hand and touched his face. The familiar lines were still as strong as she remembered.
After all, she still didn't want to see him die.
Four years ago, too.
Otherwise, she would not have fired a fatal shot at Yan Jun when her life was about to come to an end.
She couldn't figure out her feelings.
In fact, there is another thing in her heart, which is pressing in her heart, making her breathless every day and night. No one knows about this matter, except Long Yi who saved her at that time, and Qin Jiu, no one knows about it anymore.
People know.
Even Qiao Ze'an, she didn't mention a single word.
In fact, she was pregnant with twins at that time.
But......
Although the twin sisters were growing day by day in her womb, they were still in a coma because of her serious injuries. When they were born, the sisters had no breath.
Only Qiao Ze'an came to this world safely.
She didn't even have time to take a look.
She suppressed this kind of pain in her heart, it was too heavy, and she had no one to talk to. She could only give her unfortunate daughter a nickname, Nian Nian. She only kept it in her heart to commemorate it silently, and could not tell anyone.
She didn't dare to mention it, or even think about it.
Because as soon as she thought about it, the pain in her heart immediately spread to her limbs and bones, making her unable to breathe.
She doesn't want to think about anything now. Thinking about anything is superfluous.
An Yunxi, how can you not avenge such a bloody feud?!
And the drowsy person in front of me is not the culprit?
She took a deep breath and stood up suddenly. Her moist eyes had become cold again.