Chapter 1877 Injury
The pretty boy’s movements were not very meticulous. It was getting dark and there was no light. He didn’t strike lightly or hard. He probably touched the woman’s wound. She groaned and turned over from her seat. She rolled up and down, but luckily the pretty boy blocked her with her legs, and pushed her back with his knees.
Yan Chi frowned, got out of the car, and took out the cigarette case. Most of the cigarettes were soaked in blood. He pulled out a relatively clean one from the corner. There was blood on the end of the tobacco leaf. He simply pinched off the section, tapped the end of the filter on his bent knuckles, and then lit the cigarette skillfully. There was no smoke left in the remaining half of the box, so he threw it away. .
The pretty boy came over after a long time. There was a lot of blood on his hands. There was a river next to him. He went there to wash his hands and came back with a bucket.
“You are also injured, why don’t you take care of it?”
Yan Chi glanced at him and said, "Is she okay?"
"I don't know. I've done everything I need to do. The medicines are all available. No vital parts were hurt. It's the same thing when going to the hospital. It's easy to be discovered. And Why don't we just stay here for one night?"
The pretty boy was too lazy to say it, but what he said was too unconscionable. Rather than saying that he was worried about the woman's safety, he was worried about himself. situation.
"Are there any more cigarettes?" he asked.
Yan Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, took a puff from the cigarette, then took it out and held it between two fingers and handed it to him.
The pretty girl secretly rubbed her face in disgust, "If you really don't want to give it, why don't you give it to me? Grandpa, who are you insulting? If I kiss you indirectly, won't you bend!"
"Only this half is left, don't smoke it. "Put me down," Yan Chi was picky and disgusted, "I don't like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a head came up in front of him, with a face full of bitterness and hatred.
“You say it as if I like you!”
As soon as Yan Chi raised his eyebrows, the pretty boy immediately retracted, quickly snatched the cigarette from his hand, put it in his mouth and took a puff, As a result, he choked on the taste of blood mixed with the food in his mouth.
He originally wanted to find fault, but when he looked at his hands, instead of blaming the smoke, he blamed the smell of blood on his hands for being so strong that it couldn't be dissipated even after washing.
"Forget it." He held the cigarette in his mouth and hummed, "It's just a smoke, what can I do."
Yan Chi ignored him. He found something from the medical kit. The injuries on his hands were minor. When the car crashed, his waist hit the car door, and the broken window glass caused two cuts.
He turned on the flashlight, pointed it at the wound, and used tweezers to pick out the broken glass stuck in the wound.
"Ouch!"
The pretty boy almost jumped up, "The injury is so serious, how can you endure it all the way?"
"Cut some gauze for me." Yan Chi said.
"Awesome, you are so awesome. How can you pretend so well? I didn't hear you snort the whole way. If this kind of injury had happened to me, I would have screamed and screamed to death... "
Yan Chi raised his eyes and frowned, "Envy? I picked up the glass and scratched your waist before stuffing it in? "
"Don't...I'm small and weak, I can't bear it."
Yan Chi kicked the medicine box in front of him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Find it."
"Oh!"
The pretty boy found a roll of gauze. After Yan Chi finished treating the wound, he came over and wrapped it for him, round and round. When he finished the last round, he quietly glanced at the back of Yan Chi’s head, and then gently touched it. When tying the knot, he deliberately tightened it hard.
The next second, one arm was grabbed, and he turned around in the air. He didn't even see how Yan Chi moved. He was carrying a chicken, and he could even give him a pass while sitting down. Shoulder fall.
(End of this chapter)