The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Wang Zichen took her hand and led her to go around a table instead of walking directly through the aisle.

Lan Xinhui looked to the other side of the aisle, and saw a person lying there with a pool of blood dripping from his body.The man was motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The tables and chairs near that person were in a mess. It was obvious that there had been a fight here just now, and the person lying down at this time was the victim of the fight.

In bars, it is not uncommon for drunk guests to fight, especially in low-end bars like this one.

It's weird to see bright red blood and motionless people in the middle of the night like this.

Lan Xinhui seldom saw such a scene, she couldn't help feeling a little scared, she unconsciously tightened Wang Zichen's hand.

Wang Zichen immediately held her hand tightly, and said to her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

After bypassing those messy tables and chairs, Wang Zichen took Lan Xinhui to check out together.He has been standing beside her, using his body to block Lan Xinhui's sight, preventing her from seeing the unknown person over there.

The front desk was a bit close to that person. Although Lan Xinhui didn't dare to look over there, she heard moans coming from there.

When paying the bill, Wang Zichen let go of Lan Xinhui and took out the money.

Lan Xinhui walked over there suddenly, Wang Zichen threw the money into the counter and pulled her, "Where are you going?"

"That man is not dead yet," Lan Xinhui said, "His bleeding must be stopped."

Wang Zichen looked down at her, and saw that her face was a little pale, but her expression was a little scared, but also a little anxious. It could be seen that she really wanted to help that person.

This little woman, he didn't see her save people once or twice, and he knew she wouldn't just ignore that person knowing that she had nothing to do.

He likes her for being so helpful.

So Wang Zichen nodded and took her hand: "Let's go and have a look together."

The waiter at the counter saw them approaching and wanted to stop them: "Sir, miss, please stay!"

"We need to stop the bleeding," Wang Zichen said, "Bring some towels!"

They came to the side of the man, only to see that the man twitched and moaned in a low voice from time to time.

"Let me check his pulse first." Wang Zichen squatted down and tested the man's carotid artery.

Lan Xinhui untied the silk scarf around her neck, squatted down, and began to wrap the silk scarf around the bleeding wound on the man's right arm, to stop the blood that was gurgling out.

At this time, the waiter took the towel and approached tremblingly. Wang Zichen took the towel from his hand and pressed it on a bleeding hole in his ribs. At the same time, he asked the waiter if he had called an ambulance. The waiter said that he had called up.

After getting busy, Lan Xinhui forgot to be afraid, and together with Wang Zichen, she performed a simple hemostasis bandage on the wounds on that person's body.

After working for a long time, it seemed that the wound had been bandaged. She and Wang Zichen looked at each other and stood up.

"Go and wash your hands!" Wang Zichen smiled at her and said softly.

"Okay." Lan Xinhui also smiled at him, at this moment she suddenly felt that he was very kind, like a comrade in arms fighting side by side.

Lan Xinhui was about to step away when she suddenly noticed that the bloodstains under her feet seemed to be still expanding.

She looked down carefully and said, "He still has a wound on his leg." Because the man was wearing dark pants, the wound was not obvious and had been ignored before.

She squatted down, and after finding the location of the wound, she skillfully found the position of the femoral artery on the thigh, pressed it, and then wrapped a towel around the femoral artery with a towel that was torn into thin strips, then tightened it and tied it.After a while, the blood on the thigh stopped.

This time Wang Zichen didn't help, he just stared blankly at Lan Xinhui's skillful movements.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind.