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Wenshui grabbed her wrist, raised his monster face and said softly: "The weapon wound on me contains bullets. I need your help to remove it, otherwise... I'm afraid I will bleed to death."

"Weapon injury?" Feng Tianjing listened, feeling a little sleepy, and said to the outside: "I'll call you an ambulance and take you to the hospital."

As Wenshui listened, Jun's face collapsed, and he lay on the sofa and said, "I'm not going."

"Why?" Feng Tianjing thought that he had a brain twitch, and he didn't go to the hospital because he was injured, so he was too lazy to leave now? What does this mean?

Wenshui raised his head silently, looked at her pitifully, and said, "The nurses in the hospital are too ugly."

“…….”

Feng Tianjing yawned, turned around and stepped forward, standing in front of him condescendingly, and asked as if looking at a clown: "Where's the injury? You're covering it up, don't you hurt your butt?"

"Hang" Wenshui listened, looked at her in surprise and said, "Feng Tianjing, do you have clairvoyance?"

Feng Tianjing covered her face and fell to the side, biting her lip and staring at him, silently saying: "Wenshui, you are so powerful, you are so picky about where you get hurt?"

"The key is that you are injured, why do you come to me?" Feng Tianjing said, thinking about whether to move, and stayed away from the question.

As Wenshui listened, he suddenly screamed and said, "I am dizzy, dizzy!"

Feng Tianjing looked at him and looked really bad. She rolled up her sleeves and held a scalpel and said to him, "Don't move."

"I won't do it, young master." Wenshui listened and would never bow to a woman.

When Feng Tianjing saw this, she rushed forward and took a look. Sure enough, she was hit in a hole and her pants were stained red with blood.

"Be patient, I'll help you pull out the bullet. It will take about 20 seconds." Feng Tianjing said, holding a scalpel.

But she didn’t tell Wenshui that she was not a professional! All self-taught.

When Wenshui struggled, he felt that Feng Tianjing was extremely rough. She grabbed him hard and pulled out the bullet with force. In addition, the bullet was spiral-shaped.

"Ah." Wenshui almost jumped up in pain. Feng Tianjing held her down and applied the medicine. Wenshui had the illusion that she was treating him like a pig.

Feng Tianjing poked his wound, stuffed the medicine into the wound, bandaged it hard for him, raised her hand and patted his buttocks, saying, "Be patient."

"Ah, I can't bear it anymore, please don't press me down." Wenshui screamed, feeling Feng Tianjing kneeling on his lap, pressing him until his legs were numb.

Feng Tianjing looked at him with a sneer, with such a pretentious look, as if she had taken special care of herself, and said with a smile: "Wenshui, you couldn't be injured by yourself, right? You can only fire a weapon on yourself. You just figured it out?"

Wenshui quickly looked at her pitifully and said, "Stop making fun of me. This is true."

"..." Feng Tianjing couldn't help but shake her head, stepped forward, pinched his face with her two delicate hands, and whispered: "The bullet is real, I remain doubtful about anything else."

At this moment, there was a figure outside the door, standing there for a long time.

Especially when she asked about water, Gu Chuyan's ears turned red.

She didn't open the door until the sound disappeared.

"Sister-in-law?" Wenshui ignored someone coming in and looked at Gu Chuyan's figure. He quickly shrank back, but it made him look like Feng Tianjing had beaten him just now, as if he was the victim. .

"Sister...Sister Gu Chuyan?" Feng Tianjing looked at her, stood up and straightened her skirt, trotted up holding her arm, looked up and down and asked: "How is your arm? Is it healed?"