Fast Time Travel: The Fat Girl's Scheming

Chapter 92

As soon as Lan Ling took two steps, he saw a person sitting under a big tree with blood stains around him. Out of curiosity and human kindness, Lan Ling walked over to see what was going on.

As a result, if you don't know if you don't know, you are startled when you look at it. The black windbreaker and handsome military boots are not Zhou Ruimu. Lan Ling quickly squatted down to check Zhou Ruimu's injury.

"Help me up." Zhou Ruimu covered the wound with one hand, and handed the other hand to Lan Ling.

It took Lan Ling a lot of effort to pull Zhou Ruimu up and asked, "Mr. Zhou, how did you get hurt? Who hurt you?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Help me and send me home." Zhou Ruimu gritted his teeth in pain and said.

"Oh, okay, you put it on my shoulder, and I'll take you back." Lan Ling knew that it was absolutely impossible for them to go to the hospital for a gunshot wound, so he didn't pretend to be an idiot and ask why he didn't go to the hospital. .

Lan Ling supported Zhou Ruimu while walking with difficulty, neither of them spoke, and the street lights on the street were already on.

After being silent for a while, Zhou Ruimu asked hesitantly, "Did she not come today?"

Lan Ling glanced at Zhou Ruimu, then shook his head silently.

They didn't speak a word the rest of the way until they got home.

Zhou Ruimu's home is in a small yard. It was too dark to see what the yard looked like, but the furnishings in the house were simple and clean.

"There's a medicine box in that cabinet, go and take it out." Zhou Ruimu pointed at the cabinet, with sweat already dripping from his forehead.

Lan Ling quickly took out the medicine box, and used the gauze inside to sterilize Zhou Ruimu's wound with alcohol.

Zhou Ruimu's injury was not a key part and the bullet did not go deep, so the injury was not considered serious, but Lan Ling was shocked when Zhou Ruimu pulled off his clothes. It was the first time she saw so many scars on a person's body. There were five or six wounds from gunshot wounds and knife wounds on the lower abdomen alone, and the scars looked particularly hideous.

Zhou Ruimu took out a sharp knife from the medicine box, then roasted it on the alcohol lamp, and said to her, "Turn around, don't look."

Lan Ling knew that Zhou Ruimu wanted to dig out the bullets by herself, and she really didn't want to see this kind of bloody sidelines, so she turned around obediently.

After a while, she first heard the sound of a piece of metal falling to the ground, followed by the sound of the dagger being lowered, and she turned around. She was stunned when she turned around, Zhou Ruimu's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat , His lips were turned red and white from being bitten by himself, and he couldn't move his whole body.

"Hold on, I'll help you clean the wound." Lan Ling hurried over to help.

As soon as the alcohol touched the wound, Zhou Ruimu couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

Seeing the bloody wound, Lan Ling suddenly felt that she was in pain, and she quickly wrapped the wound with medicinal gauze, so that she couldn't see it.

Lan Ling thought that Mrs. Hong's side had also stopped a little bit, and she already knew Mrs. Hong's weakness, so she could fundamentally get rid of Mrs. Hong's threat, so she didn't plan to go back to Xia Ningchu's place again. This line is enough.

Zhou Ruimu woke up in the morning and felt nothing but pain in his abdomen. He looked at Lan Ling who was sleeping on the chair, remembered what happened last night, and was grateful to Lan Ling. "Xia Mo, Miss Xia Mo."

Lan Ling woke up from the dream in a panic: "Ah? You woke up? It's great, the wound is okay! You passed out from the pain last night." Lan Ling helped Zhou Ruimu out of bed while speaking.

"You stayed here all night?"

(End of this chapter)