He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran glanced at him coldly, without speaking.

Sun Man just stood by and watched Doctor Chen change Song Ran's dressing.

As usual, when changing the dressing, Song Ran kept humming, his hands almost tore the quilt into pieces, and big beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks slowly.

Doctor Chen replaced a pile of gauze with blood and poured some iodine to clean the wound. Song Ran finally no longer snorted, but cried out heartbreakingly...

The people in the hall downstairs could be heard clearly.

It was the kind of scream with a hoarse throat, Song Ran's eyes were so painful that she would use anesthetics when taking out the bullet, but it was impossible to use anesthetics when changing the medicine.

The pain can only be endured, forcibly endured.

After a while, Doctor Chen went downstairs with the medicine box, walked to Qin Mo's side, and whispered: "Young Master, that girl, she has a fever."

Qin Mo looked calm: "How come you have a fever?"

"It was probably because I was soaked in the sea for a long time last night, was shot again, and has been sleeping on the ground since then."

Qin Mo looked a little impatient: "Then give her anti-fever medicine."

"That girl didn't let people come close, refused to take the medicine, the water cup was smashed, and the medicine was spilled on the ground again, probably thinking that her leg was broken, so she was very restless and tempered."

Qin Mo glanced at him: "You so many men, can't you make her a little girl without the power to hold a chicken?"

Sun Man on the side murmured inwardly: If you met someone who was disobedient before, then hit or scold, but this Song Ran, obviously seems to be unable to beat and scold, then they can't deal with this sloppy girl because of their heavenly abilities.

Dr. Chen was also helpless: "I really can't fix her."

Qin Mo gave a light tusk and got up: "A bunch of trash."

Then he raised his foot and walked to the third floor.

Song Ran sat on the ground, looking at the mess on the side, and stared at her thigh. There were circles of gauze wrapped around her thigh. The severe pain of dressing change felt that there was still a lingering rhyme, and she couldn't help but sweat. Take it straight.

But the pain is not the leg, but the heart. Her leg is so scrapped, it's so scrapped.

This **** Qin Mo, she wants to kill him, she must kill him!

When Qin Mo came in, he saw Song Ran leaning against the bed, a cup of pills spilling on the floor.

When Qin Mo was three or five steps away from her, he stopped and pointed at her: "Go to bed."

Song Ran glared at him bitterly: "Didn't you say you want to kill me? Why didn't you shoot me in the heart? Why?"

Qin Mo slowly approached and grabbed her wrist: "Go to the bed!"

A piece of her body is hot.

Song Ran threw away his hand in disgust: "Remove your dirty hands!"

Qin Mo squeezed her wrist tightly. This girl is so ignorant of current affairs, how could he actually keep her until now?

Her face was full of sweat, and the hair on her forehead was wet into strands. Her face was very red, probably because of her fever, and her eyes were covered with red blood. The whole person looked embarrassed and pitiful.

He violently pulled her up, without any pity in her voice: "I will let you sleep in bed!"

Song Ran was dragged by his rude movements, the wound on her leg was involved, and the pain made her groan, and the big beads of sweat rolled down like this.

Qin Mo almost threw Song Ran on the bed, but in the next moment, Song Ran grabbed his wrist, Song Ran turned over and pressed him under him, Qin Mo's neck was held by the glass shards in her hand. ...