After wearing the book, I hugged the strongest thigh

Chapter 652 Are You Injured?

Mo Qinfeng just hugged her silently, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and tightened his arms around her a little more.

After a long time, with a little bit of fear, he tremblingly said: "You... scared me to death..."

"I'm sorry..." Gu Ying snorted at the dog hair of the Great German Shepherd. "Look, I'm fine! The aura of Emperor Star is still strong, and I can't even die!"

"Didn't I tell you to trust me? You see, trust me, right?" Gu Ying said again.

Only then did Mo Qinfeng let go of her, gently smoothed the wet hair for her, and couldn't help but kissed her face.

Mo Qinfeng's soft hair rubbed against Gu Ying's face, itching, she couldn't help moving.

"Hiss..." Mo Qinfeng frowned and hissed.

"Huh?" Gu Ying was stunned, and only then did he catch a glimpse of the red-stained white shirt on his lower abdomen from the corner of his eye.

"You're injured!" Gu Ying said in surprise, and quickly broke free from Mo Qinfeng's arms to examine carefully.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." Mo Qinfeng put his hands on his abdomen and smiled to comfort him.

"Take it away." Gu Ying's face immediately became serious.

"A little bullet wound, it's fine." Mo Qinfeng emphasized again.

"I said, hand, take, open!" Gu Ying said with a serious face, every word.

Ling Que in the driver's seat couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard the movement in the back row.

Only Mrs. Dixing dared to talk to Dixing like that.

Unable to resist her, Mo Qinfeng could only slowly move his hand away.

Gu Ying unbuttoned his shirt and examined it carefully.

Shot in the lower left abdomen.

Blood flowed through his mountainous and ravine-like abdominal muscles, like red streams.

"You have been shot for so long, and you still haven't dealt with it?" Gu Ying looked at him angrily.

Mo Qinfeng smiled apologetically: "I was too busy worrying about you, so I forgot."

Without waiting for Gu Yingxun to finish his next sentence, Mo Qinfeng immediately added another sentence jokingly: "Blame you."

When he said that, Gu Ying lost all anger, could only curl his lips, glared at him, and asked, "Is there a first-aid kit on the helicopter?"

"Yes, under the seat." Mo Qinfeng said.

Gu Ying stretched out his hand and pulled out a military first aid kit from under the seat of the helicopter.

After opening it, Gu Ying couldn't help being a little flustered.

After all, this was her first time dealing with bullet wounds and she had no experience.

Seeing her at a loss and anxious to death, Mo Qinfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly: "Take the tweezers first, disinfect them with alcohol, and see if you can take out the bullet."

Gu Ying nodded, quickly found the tweezers, wiped them with alcohol repeatedly, and then tried to find the bullet.

However, Gu Ying's hands were shaking violently.

As soon as the tweezers touched the wound, Mo Qinfeng frowned.

Finally, Gu Ying put down the tweezers and asked Ling Que, "How long will it take to land?"

"Now the nearest destination is the capital. If we go at full speed, it should take about three or four hours." Ling Que said.

"Mo Qinfeng, I'm not a professional, I'm afraid of hurting you, so I'll stop the bleeding for you first." Gu Ying felt that he couldn't do it, and he didn't try to show off, so he gave up decisively.

"Okay." Mo Qinfeng smiled.

Gu Ying first sterilized the area around the wound with cotton dipped in alcohol, then found a roll of bandages and wrapped them around him.

Mo Qinfeng sat on the chair, looked at Gu Ying who was squatting in front of him, and was concentrating on bandaging himself.

Just as Gu Ying came out of the water, her whole body was drenched, and the white dress was tightly attached to her body, so that she could see everything clearly.

Mo Qinfeng's Adam's apple couldn't help moving.

(End of this chapter)