Several nurses came to rescue Song Nanruo, but seeing her habitual cold face, they didn't know whether to listen to Lin Han and take action against this cold beauty.
"No, I'll do it myself."
"Forget it, let her do it by herself." Lin Han had no time to take care of Song Nanruo now.
Qin Shiyue's face was as white as paper and there were many wounds on his body. It was not yet known whether there were any internal injuries and a more detailed and comprehensive examination was needed.
The group of people pushed Qin Shiyue upstairs.
Another nurse took Song Nanruo into the ward.
She sat on the hospital bed, her eyes slightly lowered, as if his warmth still remained on her body.
The pain in my body is nothing.
As Shiying, she had experienced injuries that were thousands of times more painful than this.
But for some reason, when she saw Qin Shiyue facing the aftermath of the explosion alone in order to protect her today, her heart felt as if it had been bitten by ants, and it ached thinly and continuously.
Song Nanruo rubbed her wrinkled brows with her slender fingers.
She doesn't know much about emotional matters.
But she knew that this time, she might owe Qin Shiyue a large debt.
Fortunately, Song Nanruo himself was not seriously injured, and most of the blood stains on his body came from Qin Shiyue.
After the nurse gave her the medicine, she could have just left, but for some reason, Song Nanruo still asked about Qin Shiyue's ward.
Taking the elevator upstairs, the VIP ward was very easy to find. When she arrived, Lin Han was about to check his injuries.
With a quick glance, Qin Shiyue saw the thin figure standing by the door.
He suddenly felt a little lucky.
I'm glad I met her, and I'm glad they both survived.
Qin Shiyue raised his fingers toward the door.
Song Nanruo walked in subconsciously.
Just as they were about to get closer, Lin Han's figure stood between the two of them.
At the same time, it also blocked the slightly raised corners of Qin Shiyue's lips.
Lin Han carefully inspected his wound and marveled, "It's a miracle that you can still hold on to such a serious wound."
Qin Shiyue's face was as pale as paper, and he had no energy and was too lazy to argue with him.
After all, it was a relationship that had grown up since childhood. Lin Han felt distressed in his eyes. He turned sideways to get the bandages and gauze, not forgetting the venom in his mouth, "Your body is just a little bit better, and you are starting to imitate other people's heroic behavior. What are you doing?" The hero saved the beauty, and now everything is back to where it was before."
He regretted endlessly. Over the years, he had tried so many medicinal materials and visited countless doctors, but his condition had never improved. Now that he finally had a breakthrough, he was tormented by his own heroic efforts to save the beauty.
Lin Han's words were easy to understand, but Song Nanruo grasped the key as soon as he heard them.
Her eyes moved slightly, guessing that Qin Shiyue's condition improved after he took the medicine she left behind.
The peripheral vision stayed on his forehead for a moment.
Qin Shiyue clearly saved her last time, but Qin Shiyue was also targeted by this group of people.
I recalled in my mind what my second brother said that day, which overlapped with the words of those men in black. After all, he was also a pitiful man.
Besides, he seems to be seriously injured...
"Let me do it."
Thinking of this, Song Nanruo carefully took the bandage and gauze from Lin Han's hand.
He saved himself again, and bandaging his wounds was his reward.
Lin Han was about to stop her movement, but was stopped by Qin Shiyue's look.
Song Nanruo sat beside the hospital bed and bandaged his wounds skillfully.
While his hands kept moving, Song Nanruo stared intently at his cleaned wounds, "If you are willing, I can treat your old illness for you."
(End of chapter)