Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Pushing through the crowd, Wen Xining saw a little boy lying on the ground, with bright red blood spreading on the ground along his forehead and arms.Messy hair stuck to a dirty little face, causing him to close his eyes tightly in pain, his whole face was tangled in pain, but it became paler and paler due to the loss of blood.

The people around were pointing and talking, but no one came to help him.

It's really a cold world.

The corner of Wen Xining's mouth twitched, without any hesitation, she stepped forward and knelt down in front of the little boy, "How are you?"

Hearing her concerned voice, the little boy opened his eyes, but just cast her a cold glance, then closed his eyes again, not even giving her a bird's eye.

This, what kind of attitude is this?Also, what did she see at that glance just now?what do you see?

Wen Xining was shocked, but the people beside him laughed.What surprised Wen Xining was the pair of eyes he saw, but what the passers-by laughed at was Wen Xining's self-indulgent sentimentality.

"You're bleeding so much, I'll help you stop the bleeding."

Wen Xi Ning put her face on his cold ass. If it was normal, she might ignore him if she was upset, but this little boy's eyes aroused her interest, and she didn't care whether he wanted it or not. Gently helped him sit up, then tore off a large piece of skirt, and pressed tightly on the bleeding wound on his forehead.

Looking down, the blood on his arm was even more than that on his forehead, it must have hurt a large blood vessel.

Wen Xining frowned slightly, and said to the little boy whose eyes were still closed: "Do you still have the strength to hold it down? I have to deal with the injury on your arm."

Without speaking or nodding, the left hand that was originally hanging by his side was lifted up, Wen Xining smiled knowingly, dragged it over, and pressed it tightly on his wound: "That's it, make it heavier. "

After ripping off the tattered clothes on the boy's right arm, Wen Xining found that his entire arm was distorted and deformed, and blood was continuously flowing out from the bend of his elbow, which seemed to be a broken vein.

Wen Xining raised the boy's hand, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, and tied it tightly about ten centimeters away from the wound. Surprisingly, the bleeding from the wound suddenly decreased.

Another piece of cloth was torn from the hem of the skirt, and Wen Xining gently pressed the wound on his arm, because she knew that the bone in his arm must be misaligned, or there was a possibility of a fracture, so she could not use a large strength.

The blood gradually stopped, and the boy's complexion gradually improved.

Seeing the woman in green who appeared suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd. If the carriage that caused the accident was not still at the scene, and it was a master they could not offend, they could not help but applaud.