The Seventh Bride of President

Gu Wei drags an injured arm and works hard to pull off Feng Shaojin's clothes.

Mo Lingwei holds the syringe, turns around, and the man's bloody upper body shows at the bottom of his eyes.

She wiped the blood off his body with warm water and was about to prick it down. The comatose man opened his eyes and grasped her slender wrist.

The Mo Ling Wei Mou color has no wave of looking at him, quietly waiting for him to loosen own hand.

Gu Wei was worried: "young master, Miss Mo just wanted to take out the bullet for you..."

the big palm holding her wrist slowly released. The man closed his eyes and opened them again. His tense expression relaxed completely. "Thank you very much."

He kicks the quilt under his waist and puts on a look of letting her toss. There seems to be a meteor in the Dark Phoenix eyes. He stares at her sharply, as if to peep through the white veil and explore her true face.

Mo Lingwei injected him with medicine, lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes fell on his waist and abdomen.

The man's vigorous and strong muscles were as strong as stones. Her soft and cold fingers touched the gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen, as if they had injected a flame into Feng Shaojin's body, which made him tense again.

Mo Lingwei's scalpel cleanly cuts his wound, extends the tweezers from the wound, and clips the bullet out.

From beginning to end, Feng Shaojin didn't say a word.

Another gunshot wound in the shoulder, the bullet embedded in the bone, Mo Lingwei holding a scalpel, forced to press down, the bullet was dug out.

At the same time, Feng Shaojin pain of stuffy hum a, cold sweat along the cheek trickled down.

Mo Ling Wei raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise. She didn't expect that this man was anti anesthetic.

She was not a talkative person. She quietly sprinkled the powder on the wound, tied the wound with white gauze, gave him an injection, pulled the bedding well, took out a few tablets from the medicine box and put them on the head of the bed: "this is for pain relief. If you can't stand it, take one."

Feng Shaojin's cheek burned badly, staring at her.

Mo Ling Wei turns her eyes and looks at Gu Wei: "take off your clothes and show me your wound."

Gu Wei's face is shy and embarrassed. He climbs up to the tip of his ear a little bit. The corner of his eye catches a glimpse of Mo Lingwei's self-conscious appearance and finally takes off her coat.

There was a bullet scratch on the arm and two deep knife wounds on the back. It was still bleeding and wet the black clothes.

Mo Lingwei wiped the blood on his back, sewed up the wound, sprinkled the powder, wrapped the gauze, and said in a low voice, "don't use the force to prevent the wound from collapsing. I'll send two sets of clothes. You two will stay here tonight."

Gu Wei only felt that the skin she had touched was hot, as if it was burning. He hung his head down, his eyes were confused, and he did not dare to look directly into her eyes. "Thank you, girl."

Chu Yunyao came out of the guest room with a basin red with blood.

Gu Wei is at a loss and falls into the bottom of the eyes of the person lying on the bed. Feng Shaojin squints.

In the middle of the night, Feng Shaojin was burning in a daze. He felt as if he was in a sea of fire. He felt thirsty, his throat was tight, and his throat was smoking. "Water, water..."

the warm and cool water came to his lips, just like a sweet spring sliding down his throat.

Feng Shaojin quietly opens her eyes, and her hazy eyes reflect a vague figure...

the woman wears a plain cheongsam, her long hair like ink falls down and spreads around her back. She carries a porcelain bowl, holds a spoon, and feeds the slightly bitter medicine into his mouth one by one.

Feng Shaojin suddenly laughs. She doesn't know where the strength comes from. She holds her wrist. "You look like this, not a skeleton."