Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 1024: Retrieve Ammunition by Yourself

"Thanks……"

Caught off guard, Bingci said thank you, but his voice was so weak.

Like, just a subconscious thing.

I don't know if the girl heard it. She gritted her teeth, the cool breeze blew on her face, and her hot tears suddenly turned cold.

Two figures stretched infinitely under the dim street lights.

The entire weight of the body rested on the girl, and Bingci was supported by her thin shoulders as she walked for a long, long time.

The girl also cried all the way.

Finally, she arrived at her own apartment.

He quickly took out the key and opened the door.

There was a "pop" on the switch on the wall, and in an instant, the dark room was brightly lit.

She closed the door with her feet, helped Bingci into the bedroom, and carefully laid her down on the bed.

There was no time to charge, so she took the spare phone on the bedside table and wanted to make a call.

Just after pressing the number "1", she hesitated.

Look at the wound on Bingci's chest.

That's a gunshot wound!

This is the Western Capital, and there are still people who commit crimes based on robbery!

What if the murderer lurks in the hospital?

What she was worried about was not that Bingci would cause trouble for her, but that the murderer would not give up and continue to inflict harm.

However, the bullet is still in the body, and if it is not removed, Master Qiu's life will still be in danger.

The girl recognized Bingci when she supported her on the bed.

Just when she was hesitant.

Bingci opened his eyes, and his vision was blurred.

A face turned pale from blood loss.

Qingbai's hand covered the place where he was shot. Although his voice was weak, he still read in an orderly manner: "Mirror, fruit knife, alcohol, hot water, gauze, even if you don't have cotton..."

Hearing her asking for these things, the girl immediately understood what she was going to do.

I was terrified.

I know she has scruples.

Bingci took another breath and said to her: "It's okay, trust me!"

"Okay, you wait for me." The girl did not hesitate this time, not because Bingci's short sentence gave her great encouragement, but because she had no choice but to follow Bingci and make a desperate move.

She is also a medical student herself, so she actually has a lot of medical supplies at home.

She also has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, so these things are summarized and easy to find.

After a while, the things needed were placed beside the bed.

Then, she moved in a huge full-length mirror.

With the palms of his hands facing down, Bingci exerted his strength with both arms, forced himself to do it, and took off his suit jacket with some difficulty.

His light eyes looked into the mirror.

The face in the mirror was pale, and the white shirt on his chest was stained red.

Just doing this set of movements made her so exhausted that her energy seemed to be sucked dry, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

The girl handed her the sterilized scalpel, her eyes full of worry.

Watching Bingci calmly unbutton his shirt and tear open the shirt that was stuck to his flesh without changing his expression.

A white corset came into view.

"Clang!" a sound.

The scissors in the girl's hand fell to the ground. She was so shocked that she covered her mouth tightly, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Mr. Qiu...

Mr. Qiu is also a girl!

After untying the tight cloth, Bingci's face became paler from the pain, but he didn't make a sound.

When everything was untied, Bingci broke into a cold sweat again.

The girl sniffed, held back tears, and picked up a hot towel to wipe Bingci's sweat.

"There is no anesthetic," the girl said with a strong cry in her voice.

But she didn't know that Bingci couldn't hear it.

I can only stand aside and do something.

Watching Bingci use a small scalpel to cut into the wound accurately.

(End of this chapter)