The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

"No, never again. After this time, I will study hard with Gu Ning and Jiu'er. I don't want to hold you back every time something happens." Qiao Yixin was so sad that she was dying, If it wasn't for her, Nangong Che, who had already left safely, how could this happen.

Nangong Che saw that Qiao Yixin was crying even harder, tears were pouring down like rain, he had never seen Qiao Yixin cry like this before.

He wanted to reach out his hand to wipe Qiao Yixin's tears, but he pulled the wound, took a deep breath, and dropped his hand again.

"Tear!" Nangong Che twitched, his face grim.

Qiao Yixin saw that Nangong Che was obviously busy, very busy.

She actually thought that Nangong Che was fine because of that sentence, why is she so stupid.

"You're in pain, right? Are you dying of pain?" Qiao Yixin looked at Nangong Che, inspecting his wound. Before his fingertips touched Nangong Che's wound, Nangong Che trembled slightly again.

Qiao Yixin reached out again and carefully lifted the clothes on Nangong Che's back, and saw the flesh inside, a hollow, scabbed with blood around it, the flesh was turned outwards, and the bullets inside could not be seen at all.

The bullet has been deeply embedded.

Nangong Che also knew about his situation. If he didn't take out the bullet in time, he might bleed too much and die if he stopped the bleeding.

"Yi Xin! Don't be afraid, just listen to me and follow what I say, and you'll be fine." Nangong Che's voice was a little weak, and he felt like he was about to lose his hold.

Qiao Yixin responded immediately: "Well, good. I'm not afraid, you say it, and I will do it."

"I had a pocket knife on my waist, a bullet from a gun, and a lighter in my pocket."

After Nangong Che finished speaking, Qiao Yixin began to grope, and found a knife, a gun, and a lighter. The knife was very sharp and had a cold light.

Qiao Yixin took the bullet from the gun, put it in his hand and asked, "And then!"

"First help me take out the bullet with a knife, and then disassemble the new bullet. Sprinkle the gunpowder on the wound, ignite it, and stop the bleeding."

Nangong Che finished speaking calmly, but Qiao Yixin felt pain when he heard it, and his heart twitched for a while.

Nangong Che held Qiao Yixin's hand: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt." He has suffered pain worse than this before, so it's nothing.

Nothing at all.

Holding the knife in her hand, Qiao Yixin had already made up her mind that she must not be afraid at all, she wanted to save Nangong Che.

With trembling hands, Qiao Yixin first tore apart the clothes around the wound on Nangong Che's back.

Holding the knife against the tip, he moved towards the wound.

I took an anatomy class when I was in school, and I was able to know some simple postures, and knew how deep the wound might touch the internal organs.

Qiao Yixin probably made some mental gestures before starting to do it.

First, he briefly burned the incision with a lighter to sterilize it to avoid the possibility of infection later, and then directly stabbed Nangong Che's wound with a rib on his back. Qiao Yixin felt the bullet, but it did not penetrate the bone and reach the internal organs.It was a great fortune.

Qiao Yixin used one pick, one dig, one reach out, and the bullet was taken out.

Although it was the first time for a set of movements, Qiao Yixin also controlled her emotions and tried not to be sloppy.

Nangong Che frowned slightly, but didn't make a sound.

Qiao Yixin took apart the new bullet, and sprinkled gunpowder on Nangong Che's wound as Nangong Che said. When the gunpowder touched the wound, the already numb muscles still felt uncomfortable.