, and then unraveled—
In the fading black smoke, Nie Renyan walked over holding a little boy covered in blood.
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Nie Renyan took big strides, calmly with the usual laziness. Every time I took a step, the black smoke rising from the soles of my feet dissipated little by little, becoming less and less, until it finally disappeared.
The little boy in his arms had no injuries on his face and chest. I don't know if he was subconsciously protecting it, but the hand on his side was bloody and bloody, and the thin gray-white coat had been melted into a large area by the fog. There was a hole, and the skin inside the hole was probably injured, dripping blood. And the corner of Nie Renyan's mouth was probably rubbed by Bai Xu, and a small mouth was broken, and the rest of the place seemed to be unscathed.
Ye Zhao quickly put the things in his hand on the countertop of the sink next to him, and wanted to reach out and take the child in Nie Renyan's hand: "Send him to the outpatient clinic. There is alcohol here, so take care of the injury."
Unexpectedly, Nie Renyan let go of his outstretched hand and pouted towards the closed toilet door: "Don't touch it, there is still some residual fog on his back, burn his hand and help open the door."
This was not the time to fight for injury. The child looked at the dying. Ye Zhao didn't say anything more, he quickly opened the door, and followed Nie Renyan towards the outpatient clinic.
The little nurse there was startled when she saw the child in Nie Renyan's hands, and asked them to put the child in the special ward, and hurried to call the doctor.
Nie Renyan was afraid of being entangled in asking silly questions such as "where did you find this child" and "how did he not get hurt?", so while the little nurse went to call the doctor, he left the ward with Ye Zhao and went back to the toilet.
After closing the toilet door, Nie Renyan stretched out both hands and swung it into the sink, splashing blood on the walls of the pool, mixed with a little sticky white silk.
When Ye Zhao saw it, he hurriedly pulled his hand over, and saw that the remaining sticky mist on his fingers and palms had burned out large wounds, and even the wrists and other places that came into contact with the child saw flesh. .
It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. Ye Zhao saw blood seeping from his fingernails, and his face changed. He said to Nie Renyan: "Wait, go and get some yào water, it's useless to drink alcohol." Went out in a hurry.
Nie Renyan glanced at his hand, probably felt that it was really ugly to be tossed like this, "hiss", he has never taken pain seriously, the injury on his hand is at most a matter of frowning, thinking of it. Ye Zhao had a rare look of anxiety just now, and suddenly felt that the injury was worth it.
For Nie Renyan, who has been eager to tear off Ye Zhao's noble and glamorous skin for 30 years, his daughter-in-law's concern and nervousness are all scum in front of her eyes.
So, Ye Zhao, whose expression became more and more stern due to worry, walked into the toilet with yào water, but when he saw Nie Renyan poking the corner of his mouth, he didn't know what to do, and he wanted to pour the yào water directly into Nie Renyan's. Wash his mind.
"Hurry up and wash!" Ye Zhao literally squeezed these words out of his teeth, he grabbed Nie Renyan, pulled his sleeves and pulled his hands over the sink, "Hands are burnt like this.