"Brother Nan!"
Thunder stood at the door, bowed and shouted.
Without Nan Fengxiao's order, he dared not step into the president's office.
"Come in!"
Nan Feng Xiao said coldly, without even lifting his eyelids.
"Yes!" Lei Ting walked steadily to Nan Feng Xiao and asked respectfully: "Brother Nan, what's your order?"
It's so late, something big must have happened.
That's how the Thunder guessed!
"Apply medicine!"
Before Lei Ting could react, Nan Feng Xiao had already taken off his jacket, showing his arm without half of his sleeves.
"Brother Nan, this is..."
Looking at the large and small wounds above, Lei Ting said in surprise.
The hesitation wound was cut by a lot of broken glass, so the wound on it was irregular and looked shocking.
When the thunder exploded Mao, who was not afraid of death, even dared to attack Nan Ge.
Is it too long
"Brother Nan, I will call my brother right away. Which way do you say?"
Nan Ge didn't let him follow today, so he guessed that something would happen.
However, Brother Yinan's skill, wouldn't it hurt like this
An embarrassment flashed across Nan Fengxiao's face, his black eyes glared at Thunder, and he said impatiently, "If you ask you to take medicine, you can take medicine. Why is there so much nonsense?"
He couldn't tell him because he was jealous, drunk in a bar, lost his footing, and fell
Is not this nonsensical? How could he say
"… Yes!"
Thunder did not dare to ask any more, turned around and took the medicine box and put it on the table next to the sofa.
"Brother Nan, please sit here."
Thunder used a please gesture to take out the medicines one by one.
However, when dealing with it, Nan Fengxiao's injuries were far more serious than Lei Ting had imagined.
I don't know how many times the wound had been cracked, and the skin that hadn't been injured was also torn apart abruptly.
Even some deeply wounded wounds contain shards of glass.
Thunder's hands trembled, and suddenly he didn't dare to start.
Nan Ge is rarely injured, even if he is not careful, it is just some skin trauma, he can handle it.
But now...
"Brother Nan, let's go to the hospital!"
Thunder said carefully.
Nan Fengxiao threw the last cigarette into the trash can, his sharp eyes looked at his hand.
"Can't handle it?"
Nan Fengxiao's words caused Thunder to arouse his spirit, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
It's not that he can't handle it, it's that he doesn't dare to handle it!
"Brother Nan, there is no anesthetic here, and there is broken glass in your wound, just take it like this, I'm afraid it will...it will hurt you."
Lei Ting explained the consequences clearly, and if it hurts Brother Nan, then his life is no longer needed.
pain? What is this pain
Nan Feng Xiao coldly scoffed, grabbed the tweezers, threw them in front of Thunder, and said coldly: "If you do it, you can do it. You can't die with this little injury."
Lei Ting was originally squatting, so he knelt down in shock, and buried his head hard, "Brother Nan, my subordinates don't dare."
Nan Feng Xiao's eyes were cold, he raised his foot and kicked towards Thunder, but Thunder did not stop him, and fell backward.
Thunder groaned, without showing any painful expression, kneeled again and bowed his head respectfully.
"Waste!" Nan Feng Xiao let out a cold snort, his face was covered with haze, his slender fingers picked up the tweezers without hesitation.
"Brother Nan—"
Thunder was startled and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Nan Feng Xiao had already inserted the sterilized tweezers into the wound, and the blood dripped onto the table with his arm.
The smell of blood dissipated in the president's office instantly, and it felt nauseous.