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As soon as the blood rushed, Ximen Longting really coughed up a mouthful of blood, which bloomed on Jing Jiaren's shoulder. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Chinese

"Young master, you, you vomited blood......"

The maid wanted to come but didn't dare to come.

Ximen Longting slowly propped himself up and supported himself to stand up: "Jing Jiaren ......"

“……”

"You heartless and unrighteous woman."

“……”

"I hate you!"

His deep voice seemed to come from hell. hated her, longed for her to die, hated so much that his mind was about to burn.

Her inresponse exacerbated this hatred, but how much he hated her, she could be indifferent.

As extreme as his love is, so extreme is his hate.

Jing Jiaren looked at her shoulder, and then at Ximen Longting's fiery eyes.

Her hands and feet were cold: "You haven't eaten again, have you?" ”

"I hate you......"

His consciousness began to blur again, his fever was getting worse, and he was dizzy.

Jing Jiaren looked at his somewhat confused gaze, and immediately decided: "Come here, help him to the room!" ”

Simon Longting fainted once, only this time it was a prolonged fainting.

Jing Jiaren took out the thermometer and saw that it was 39 °5, and the high fever was very serious!

Due to the remote terrain of this villa, there is a room where emergency medicine is stored, but this time I didn't bring a doctor.

So last night, Jing Jia chose the most primitive way to put a forehead on Ximen Longting.

And now, apparently, this primitive method did not work for him, and he had to be infused immediately......

Now it's obviously too late to call the doctor over......

Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment and instructed the servant to go and get the potion.

Since following Ximen Longting's side, they have been injured and sick for three days, and now Jing Jiaren is very good at bandaging and disinfection.

It's just a potion, and she can do it herself.

It is estimated that it will not be long before she can become a doctor who knows a little about fur.

Jing Jiaren thought bitterly, opened the buttons of Ximen Longting one by one, and with the help of the chef, took off all the dirty clothes of Ximen Longting.

Seeing the bullet hole in his chest, she still felt a dull pain when she saw it now.

Sure enough, with such a heavy wound on their backs, how could they forget everything and start over.

Everything is that she is too naïve!

The maid came back with a potion bottle: "Miss Jing, there is no doctor in the villa. ”

"I know, I'll do it."

"Will you?"

"From now on I will." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, took the potion from the servant's hand, found a hanger to hang up, and held Ximen Longting's hand.

There were several gaps in the broad palm, which he only bandaged cursoly.

Jing Jiaren first wrapped up the wound for him, and then inserted the needle......

The potion is slowly entered.

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, held his hand, and looked at the wound above with a heartache.

After they met, not only was he hurt everywhere, but so was he, always abusing himself.

Simon Longting, I really can't afford such bloody love!

The maid brought a basin of water, and Jing Jiaren wet the towel and wiped Ximen Longting's body......

The maid looked at her fingers that were bandaged into ten turnips, and carefully proposed, "Miss Jing, why don't we help you?" ”

"No need, you don't go out, his body doesn't like to be touched by others......"

As soon as the words fell, Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly again.

From now on, his body was only touched by others......

The maid left, and Jing Jiaren focused on wiping the sand and stains off Ximen Longting's body.