He Is Warmer Than Time

You dare to refuse my words...it seems I can't do anything to you.

Zhong Huai had already picked up Zhou Nan, and Zhou Nan said in an awkward manner: "Head of the regiment, I...I don't trust the medical skills of the doctors in the military area hospital."

Zhong Huai hugged Zhou Nan and walked in hurriedly. Gu Yanzhi's hands were still in the air. Looking at the two people's backs, Gu Yanzhi was furious from bottom to top. He lifted his leg and knocked down the flowerpot lying aside. , The flowerpot fell into a pulpy.

Zhou Nan rejected him again.

Last time he chose to let Zhong Huai help him, this time he chose Zhong Huai again.

He was rejected twice.

Is he guilty?

Deputy Liu Dalong rushed over, almost crying on the spot: "Head, you can't do this in the future, you can't rush to the front of everything."

Gu Yanzhi wiped the blood off his face, his face was gloomy, and he didn't speak.

Liu Dalong helped him walk inside: "Head, go and wash your face, your face is full of blood."

In the mall's bathroom, Gu Yanzhi looked into the mirror. Sure enough, there was blood on his face and looked a bit hideous. He thought, did Zhou Nan think he was hideous just now, so he didn't dare to hold him?

This kid, how can he be like a girl, what's so scary about this? Isn't it common for soldiers to bleed and sweat?

Liu Dalong took a paper towel and handed it over: "Head, wipe it."

Gu Yanzhi took the tissue, dipped it in some water, and wiped it on his face.

"Is this look hateful?"

Liu Dalong leaned on the sink: "No, it's not the same handsome, the enchanting handsome."

With a punch on his stomach, Liu Dalong snorted: "Head, you..."

Gu Yanzhi snorted coldly, "Dare to use these words to describe me and interrupt your dog legs."

Liu Dalong groaned and didn't dare to speak. The head of the group had a wicked look, but he was forbidden to say that to him.

Forget it, the young master is not allowed, then he doesn't say it.

Gu Yanzhi wiped his face irritably, and then walked out of the mall. Zhou Nan and Zhong Huai were gone.

Zhong Huai drove the car, Zhou Nan on the side unbuttoned his body armor, looked down calmly, and said, "It's okay, just got a shot in the shoulder. You don't have to worry, follow the traffic rules, eh, Don't run the red light."

Zhong Huai galloped all the way, and said anxiously: "Where is your hospital?"

"On Sanchong Road."

At the entrance of a private hospital on Sanchong Road, the car stopped steadily. Zhou Nan jumped out of the car by himself. Zhong Huai couldn't help but shout from behind, "Can you stop moving?"

Zhou Nan looked back at him: "It's okay. I can walk without any injuries to my leg."

She walked into the hospital by herself. Zhong Huai, who had parked the car in a hurry, rushed up and reached out to support her. The director hurriedly hurried down and took Zhou Nan directly to the operating room on the top floor.

This is Zhou Nan's personal doctor. He is a 50-year-old middle-aged man with gray hair. He naturally knows Zhou Nan's identity.

During the operation, he was the only one involved, taking bullets, anaesthetizing, and treating the wound. Zhou Nan gritted his teeth all the way and barely hummed.

Dean Nan's eyes showed distress: "If it hurts, just hum it, it's okay, there is no one else."

Zhou Nan smiled reluctantly: "I'm used to it, this pain is nothing."

Dean Nan treated her wounds meticulously: "My daughter, even if she was accidentally cut by a knife, she will make a lot of noise, you child."