Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 188 Careful work (22)

Ruan Ruan hurriedly took off the white blouse she was wearing, but her reaction was still a little sluggish as she couldn't keep up with the movements. She pressed it on the penetrating wound on his shoulder, and the blood that flowed out quickly soaked the white cloth.

The dazzling, sticky red stained her soft white palms.

"Young Marshal!" Adjutant Shen walked to him anxiously. He looked at his injuries anxiously but had no chance to make a move.

The perpetrators had their limbs broken and their jaws removed and captured alive. Those who had no time to control themselves had already taken poison and committed suicide. Soldiers filling the banquet hall with guns took control of the scene, and they all carried the bloody evil aura from the fighting.

The well-dressed superior came out of the hiding place, rearranged his messy clothes, and returned to his usual appearance, but his face was still a little unsightly.Everyone automatically ignored the embarrassed appearance of the other party they had just seen.

The person who was pressed under the crystal lamp was rushed to the hospital. Due to the desperate protection of his servants, Huo Yuan was only seriously injured and temporarily saved his life. He was also sent to the hospital. The bride was not so lucky. Her white wedding dress was stained. Blood means that if a marriage fails, it will lead to enmity.

The banquet hall, which had been magnificent just now, was now in a mess, with corpses lying everywhere.

The guests excused themselves from the host one by one, and some even walked out with a sullen face without even saying a word. Mr. Huo saw off the guests and hurriedly wanted to rush to the hospital to see his son, but was stopped by the Kong family.

Ruan Ruan didn't pay much attention to what was happening around her. She took him and Adjutant Shen to the hospital.

On the black Buick car, he shed so much blood that it stained the back seat. Rationally, she knew that there was no serious injury and that she would be fine if she rushed to the hospital in time. However, looking at the large red area in front of her, she still couldn't calm down.

The blood-stained hands were visibly shaking, the blood spattered on his face had dried on them, and his lips were slightly lighter in color.

Pei Shuyan took out the folded handkerchief from his pocket with his other hand and slowly wiped the blood spots on her face. His long eyelashes trembled slightly and he looked at her seriously.

His face was as pale as paper, and there was some inconspicuous cold sweat on his forehead, but his voice was calm and he said, "I'm fine."

The soft touch of the handkerchief brushed her face.

There was a deep cut on the back of her hand, which had stopped bleeding at this moment. It was scratched by the fragments that exploded when the crystal lamp broke. She was protected in her arms and was not harmed at all.

"I'm sorry..." Her heart tightened, guilt suddenly surged up, and she spoke uncontrollably.

He was nice to her from the first time they met, and you could even feel a bit of indulgence on his part, but she came here with a purpose...

But as soon as she said the words, she began to regret it. If he knew that she was actually aware of what happened today and her identity was exposed, he would definitely not be like this again.

Her mood was inexplicably low.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to her abnormality just now. Ruan Ruan stopped talking and only concentrated on covering the wound on his shoulder.

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Outside the ward, Ruan Ruan stood at the door, trying to see through the white cloth hanging above, but couldn't see anything.

Pei Shuyan wouldn't let her stay inside and watch him treat the wound. She didn't know what was going on outside, so she could only wait for him to come out, but she couldn't sit next to him.

The passage of time became very slow. The ward door opened, and doctors wearing masks and nurses pushing carts with medical supplies came out one after another.

Ruan Ruan walked in and bumped into him walking out.

The military jacket is draped over the body, with the edges of white gauze faintly exposed. The white shirt has wrinkles and is no longer as neat as before.

Ruan Ruan took the initiative to approach him, and grabbed his other uninjured hand with her soft white palm, cold and dry, "Mr. Pei, let's go home."

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(End of this chapter)