Roll at the apex of the paranoid emperor

Chapter 592 Lan Jiner's Hands Are Dyed Red

Lan Jin'er put her hands on Su Mingxuan's shoulders to prevent the blood from bleeding from the wound, but it didn't seem to work.

Bright red blood slowly gushed out from the gap between Lan Jiner's fingers, and finally stained Lan Jiner's entire hands red, which was particularly shocking.

Han Xiaonian has been standing where he is, his jaw tensed as stiff as a stone, watching his wife help stop the bleeding of other men, his heart is almost filled with jealousy, but he still can't say anything.

10 minutes later.

The fat man received the notice that the doctor's car tire was punctured and he would not be able to come for a while, so he ran to the bedroom in fear, and said cautiously: "Master, the doctor's car has a punctured tire, he has sent someone to... go... …received."

A look of despair flashed across Lan Jin'er's brows.

Then she looked at Su Mingxuan's shoulder and saw that the blood was still flowing slowly. The girl hesitated for a moment, and reached out to untie Su Mingxuan's shirt.

When Han Xiaonian saw this, his deep pupils shrank, and he reached out to stop Lan Jin'er, a nervous look appeared on his face, "Jin'er, what are you doing?"

"Help my master get the bullet! If the doctor doesn't come, my master will lose too much blood and pass out."

Lan Jin'er looked up at Han Xiaonian, who had an extremely ugly face, and continued softly: "Xiao Nian, I know medical skills, and I can take bullets."

The Year of the Cold Owl: "..."

Seeing that Han Xiaonian was unmoved, the girl stood up and kissed the man's tight cool lips, and said softly: "Xiao Nian, you haven't eaten for several days, you go to eat first, I also care about you, I love you."

Han Xiaonian squinted at the pale Su Mingxuan, pursed his thin lips, and then his eyes fell on Lan Jin'er's face, "Come out quickly after you're done."

Lan Jin'er nodded, "Okay."

The man then stepped out of the bedroom.

The girl ordered to several guardians beside her: "Gong Cheng, prepare a knife and scissors."

Gong Sheng: "Yes."

Lan Jin'er: "Fatty, prepare candles."

Fatty: "Yes."

Lan Jin'er: "Bai Jiu, prepare anesthesia."

Just as Bai Jiu was about to nod his head in response, when he thought of something, he looked embarrassed and said timidly: "Master, this should be the two guardians under the master of the pavilion, so I know where it is."

Lan Jin'er couldn't help giving Bai Jiu a blank look, "Go and ask."

Bai Jiu: "Yes."

"Jin'er, can you do it?" Su Mingxuan's handsome face was so pale that even his lips lacked a trace of blood, and his voice was hoarse and weak.

"Master, you forgot that I pulled out the arrowhead in my previous life." Lan Jin'er smiled at Su Mingxuan, her hands that were stained with the blood on Su Mingxuan's shoulder tightly clasped Su Mingxuan's hand.

After a while, all the guardians and others came to find the things Lan Jin'er ordered.

Bai Jiu came in shyly, frightened, and said cautiously: "Master, they said that there is no anesthetic."

"Damn it!" Lan Jin'er couldn't help cursing.

Bai Jiu: "..."

Without anesthesia, I really can't blame him...

Su Mingxuan said weakly: "Jin'er, I can bear it, you start!"

Seeing Su Mingxuan's current situation, Lan Jin'er had to take out the bullet immediately, with a distressed look on her face, "Master, hold on."

Su Mingxuan: "Well, let's start."

Lan Jin'er quickly unbuttoned Su Mingxuan's shirt, seeing a bloody wound on Su Mingxuan's fair skin, the girl gasped.

Without any extra hesitation, he took the sharp knife that Gong Sheng had baked.

……

(End of this chapter)