Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 127 Shy Flushing (6)

Behind the boy, a speeding car drove straight up.

The speed of the car was fast and there was no sign of braking. Kanan was very anxious when he saw it.
But he was too far away from the boy, and it was already too late!
At this moment, a slender figure rushed to the middle of the road at lightning speed, picked up the little boy and fell to the side of the road.

Fortunately, the car didn't hit them.

However, the little girl's left leg was dislocated because it hit the hard stone steps.
Bright red blood was continuously flowing down from his left leg.

The little boy ran away in fright, only the girl looked at the passers-by with pleading eyes, and kept pleading:
"Please help me! Help me!"

Kanan walked up to her and knelt down to look at her leg injury.

"Your left leg is dislocated, I will send you to the hospital immediately!"

He stood up and called a taxi.

"Wait... please wait a moment."

She stopped him, took out a pack of medicine from her bosom, raised it high, and prayed with her big bright eyes:

"Can you send this pack of medicine to a place? That person needs treatment more than me!"

"But your leg injury is very serious, I'd better send you to the hospital first!"

Kanan turned down her offer.

She shook her head hastily, and said stubbornly:

"No, sir, I beg you, please promise me!"

In desperation, Kanan had to buy bandages and medicine from a nearby pharmacy, and simply bandaged her wound.

She then hailed a taxi at her insistence and took her to a poor family in the village.

There is a patient in the room, she is about 70 years old, she has very serious liver cancer,

Because she has no money for treatment, she almost has no hope of survival.

"Grandma Simpa, I brought the medicine. You wait, I will cook the medicine for you first."

Zhumil happily said beside her bed while holding the medicine.

"Thank you, thank you, Zhumir. I am already an old man on the verge of dying, you don't need to worry about me anymore, you should use this money to heal your thigh!"

Simpa looked at her gratefully.

"No, Grandma Simpa, I'm fine. It's an old problem of mine, and it's not too late to treat it when I have money, but your illness can't be delayed any longer!"

(End of this chapter)