Inferior by Nature

Because of Mrs. Jin's intercession, Ran Qingzhuang and I were able to temporarily save our lives, and we were imprisoned in the dungeon on the west side of the castle.

Ran Qingzhuang's wound was bleeding all the time, he tied his right leg above the knee with a belt, and then tore off his clothes to make a simple bandage for the two wounds.After a while, the blood seemed to have stopped, but his complexion was still a little paler visible to the naked eye.

Terrified and anxious, I yelled for help, wanting some gauze and antiseptic medicine, but no one answered me except for the empty echoes in the dimly lit corridor.

Ran Qingzhuang leaned against the rough wall, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were closed, his breathing was rough and heavy, and his lips were bloodless.

I took off my coat and covered him, and touched his right hand, which was casually placed in front of him, and felt the fingertips were cold, as if I had stood for a night in the cold winter, and when I touched the palm, it was full of cold sweat.

"It's just a skin trauma. I avoided the main blood vessels and some important nerves." He raised his hand and wiped the skin under my eyes, "I won't die, don't cry."

I actually didn't cry anymore, but maybe the light here was dim, my eyes were red, and the tears were still wet on my face, so Ran Qingzhuang mistakenly thought I was still crying.

The more he comforted me, the angrier I felt. I held his hands tightly against my face, wishing to transfer all his injuries to myself, so that he would not suffer such a crime.

"I'm sorry... I got you in trouble."

If I could explain the outlying island to Yuan Bao well, maybe he wouldn't go to Jinchenyu, if he didn't go to Jinchenyu, he wouldn't arouse Jinchenyu's suspicion, and there wouldn't be what happened today.

In the final analysis, the fault is still on me.

Ran Qingzhuang moved the corners of his lips weakly, and said softly: "Ji Ning, sometimes I really feel...you are a strange person." There was a little confusion in his eyes, "How can a man be so devoted to another man?"

I was also confused for a moment, and after a while I realized that he should be talking about all kinds of things I have done to him.

The word "dead heart" is a bit strange, but I couldn't think of a more accurate one for a while.

I do have a little heart for him, but my heart is all because I want to die with peace of mind.After all, it's for myself.

I lowered my eyes and said with a guilty conscience: "It's not very strange, isn't it... the people on the island are also devoted to the Jin family?"

He seemed dissatisfied with the comparison between him and the Jin family, he pulled my earlobe, and said: "They are them, they take money and goods, and no one takes advantage of the other. But I... have nothing to give you .”

Holding his hand, I changed direction and sat side by side with him. Hearing what he said, I was not without surprise.

He actually thought he took advantage of me?Ordinary people have so many desperate younger brothers, why do they let them do what they want, they are still the most hated objects in the past, even if they don't want to be ordered to death, it is impossible for them to have the idea of ​​"taking advantage" like him, right?

I have heard before that during the police academy, cadets will begin to undergo a large number of psychological tests on a regular basis. Compared with physical fitness, this is a more important qualification indicator.The selection of police officers is extremely strict, as long as they have a little gloomy heart or a slight inclination, they will be eliminated immediately.They are guardians of national order, they must be just, kind, have firm beliefs, and be willing to give themselves.

Now it seems that this is really the case.

Ran Qingzhuang was selected as an undercover agent, I think apart from what he said, he was chosen because he didn't miss it, and more importantly, he was "perfect".

Never tend to darkness, never indulge in vanity, no matter how much you experience, always stand in the light, with compassion in your heart.

He is a perfect guardian, just like... In the Bible, there are six wings of holy light, guarding the pure Garden of Eden from being invaded by foreign enemies, and a battle angel who believes in supreme justice.

So even if my dark cloud once deeply offended him, drenched his feathers, and drove away his beloved white rose, but as long as he finds out that I also nourish all things in the Garden of Eden and take care of them to grow together with him, he I will completely forget how much I hated a cloud in the past, and even wonder if I can thank me for something.

But where am I qualified to ask him for anything?Compared with him, I am so inferior, far inferior.

"Actually, you have already given it to me." I leaned on him, tilted my head on his shoulder, and said sincerely, "As long as I can help you, I will be very happy."

Ran Qingzhuang retracted his five fingers when he heard the words, fell silent for a moment, then spoke again, and said in an extremely firm tone: "You will leave here safely. I swear."

I want to say that it doesn't matter whether I can leave or not, anyway, I won't live long, but I feel that it is too frustrating to say these things at this moment.Mobilization before the war, of course, is the most inspiring talk.

So I followed his words: "Well, we will leave safely. The two of us are together."

We leaned against each other, resting intermittently, and neither of us slept very well, but in order to nourish our energy, we could only force ourselves to close our eyes.

The mobile phones were all confiscated, and I don't know how long it has been. I can only guess based on my perception of time that it should be late at night.

Ran Qingzhuang's body was no longer cold, but he had a symptom that worried me even more - he had a fever.

Numerous dire symptoms come to mind, including but not limited to complications from infected wounds, amputations, and death.

Seeing him drowsy, with a sickly rosy cheek, he didn't respond to my call, so he rushed to the door and slammed on the iron door vigorously, screaming for help.

"Is there anyone? I need medicine!"

After filming for about ten minutes, my palms became red and swollen, but no one appeared.

I started to collapse, my fear turned into anger, I fisted my hands, and slammed the iron door like crazy.When all the strength in my body was exhausted, the anger turned into deeper despair, dragging my whole body down and sinking into the blackest sea.

"I beg you... come and help me..."

And just when I was in despair, through the iron gate, there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

I cheered up all of a sudden, screaming desperately, trying to get the other party's attention.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and after a while, the small square opening at the bottom of the door was opened, and a paper bag was stuffed in from the outside.

"Shut up, madam wants me to give it to you." The woman outside the door said without stopping, leaving in a hurry just like when she came.

I hurriedly opened the bag and saw some bandages and medicines, two bottles of water, and a few compressed biscuits inside.

Unscrewing the water, I brought the anti-inflammatory medicine to Ran Qingzhuang's mouth, called him several times, and he finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Take it." Putting the medicine in the bottle cap into his mouth, he stared at me blankly, as if he just woke up with an empty shell, and his soul had long disappeared.

I bit my lip, put the capsule into my mouth with trembling hands, then raised my head and drank, pressed the back of his head, lips to lips, the tip of my tongue pressed against his teeth, and passed the medicine.

Fortunately, he was very cooperative, swallowed the pill quickly, and even searched my mouth in a daze, asking me for more water.

"Hmm..." I pushed his chest, pulling away the distance with difficulty.

He frowned and wanted to come over again. I quickly brought mineral water and fed him half a bottle.

He quenched the thirst brought on by the fever, and fell back into a drowsy sleep.

I drank some water, ate half a piece of compressed biscuit, took out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the bag, took a look at Ran Qingzhuang's rough wound, and decided to treat him again.

The wound on his hand was relatively shallow, and because Ran Qingzhuang avoided the main blood vessel, the wound had clotted blood.This also means that if I want to clean the wound, I have to tear the sticky cloth and wound surface.

This is a great challenge for me.I held my breath, and with the care and meticulousness of maintaining a cello, I tore off the dressing rags bit by bit.Whenever he felt that Ran Qingzhuang was struggling, he would stop for a while, gently blow on his wound, and wait for him to calm down before continuing.

The wound started to bleed again because of the tearing, so I speeded up my movements, rinsed the wound with hydrogen peroxide, used both hands and mouth, and rewrapped him with a clean bandage.

After treating the wound on my hand, I moved to his feet.

The penetrating wound on the leg was more serious. In order to stop the bleeding, Ran Qingzhuang tied it with a belt for at least an hour before taking it off.I was afraid that cleaning the wound would cause profuse bleeding, so I put a belt on him just in case.

Although I already had experience, my hands were still shaking badly. Seeing that Ran Qingzhuang didn't respond, I had to take a rest myself.

His hands were covered with blood, and his neck and temples were covered with sweat.After treating the injury on my leg in the same way, I let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

After resting for a while, I moved and curled up beside Ran Qingzhuang, I leaned against him, closed my eyes and fell asleep tiredly.

Perhaps the medicine had worked. When I woke up again, I went to touch Ran Qingzhuang's forehead and found that his fever had subsided.

Pushing him lightly, he woke up leisurely, his eyes still hazy.

"I dreamed...you feed me water." After a pause, he added, "Use your mouth."

I touched his face and fed him the remaining half bottle of water: "That's not a dream, I did feed you medicine with my mouth when you had a fever."

"No..." He took two sips from my hand, and he was also confused, "It seemed a long time ago... I can't remember, you only look like a teenager."

He is burnt out.

I didn't answer his words, but handed him another compressed biscuit.

He stopped obsessing over his dream, took the biscuit from me and ate it hungrily.The road ahead is boundless, and he needs to recover his strength as much as possible and recharge his batteries.After all, among the two of us, my combat power is basically zero, and I can only rely on him.

If according to the mother's nest's plan in advance, the net collection should start in the early hours of tonight.Now that Ran Qingzhuang and I are being held as suspicious objects, I analyzed that when the island becomes chaotic, there will be three possibilities.

One is that no one cares about us, which is of course the best, we can wait for rescue with peace of mind and don’t have to fight for our lives; the second is that Jin Chenyu’s conscience is not lost, let us go out and escape with him.This is not bad, the chance of survival is also very high; the third is the worst - Jin Chenyu will not change his true colors, but will pull two backs before he dies, and come here specially to kill us.

In any case, of the three possibilities, two of them can survive. Roughly speaking, there is a high probability that they will be able to leave the island alive.

Things have come to this point, there is no use in haste, and we can only take one step at a time.Anyway, there are always more ways than difficulties.

However, what I never expected was that the development of reality happened to have a fourth possibility.

That night, Kong Tan brought people to the dungeon, and he couldn't help saying that he wanted to take me away.

"Where are you taking him?" Ran Qingzhuang was pinned down on the ground, struggling violently unwillingly, scratching the ground with his five fingers, and due to the force, the blood reappeared under the bandage.

With a face full of contempt, Kong Tan stepped on Ran Qingzhuang's wound, and the sole of his shoe rubbed hard: "Wherever you go has nothing to do with you."

Ran Qingzhuang snorted, looked up at the other party, his blood-stained face was extremely ferocious, his eyes were cold, like a seriously injured and violent beast that was about to devour people.

"Don't touch him!" I yelled at Kong Tan.

In the next moment, Ran Qingzhuang growled lowly, broke free from the heavy restraints on his body almost with brute force, and wanted to jump up and rush towards Kong Tan.

Kong Tan took a step back subconsciously, with a little fright on his face.

But unfortunately, soon Ran Qingzhuang was restrained again, this time they pressed his back alone, and two of them pressed his hands, completely suppressing him under the mountain of meat.

With a dark face, Kong Tan shook the lapel of his coat, and snorted coldly: "The dog of the lost family." After saying that, he turned around and led me out of the dungeon.

I couldn't help turning my head, Ran Qingzhuang's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his eyes were full of red silk and he was staring at me closely, still trying to struggle under such circumstances.

I forced myself to smile at him, and before I even had time to say anything, I was dragged to the deep corridor outside the door.Ran Qingzhuang's figure has since disappeared before his eyes.