Chapter 295

Yang Zijun didn't come by car.

Muye offered to give her a ride.

Yang Zijun waved his hand disapprovingly. "For what? I'll take a taxi myself. Don't worry. A thin camel is bigger than a horse. It's time for anyone who doesn't have long eyes to use his head. "

Xiang Nuan is used to calling herself "Laozi" and is not surprised at all.

Finally, Muye followed xiangnuan and took Yang Zijun to the front to take a taxi.

Because Xiang Nuan replied to a wechat, he fell behind unconsciously.

The accident happened at that time.

Accident, come special suddenly, let a person be caught off guard.

"Warm up, get down!"

Hearing Muye's order, Xiang Nuan couldn't respond and didn't do it. Instinctively, she looked up. In the panic, she just tilted her feet and fell to one side. When the bullet penetrated her body, she just saw Muye standing up to protect Yang Zijun. The picture was especially like what she had seen on TV before

What happened in the back, Xiang Nuan was very fuzzy, only knew that it was noisy and chaotic around. She wanted to move, but it was too painful to move. She wanted to see everything in front of her eyes, but her vision was very blurred. Only pain so intense and bone, as if there is no end!

And so on because of the pain and blurred consciousness is not easy to wake up a little bit, to warm has been in the roaring forward ambulance.

Muye was on the side and was also injured.

Xiang Nuan's vision is blurred. He can't see his specific situation clearly. He subconsciously opens his mouth to call his name, but his voice is as thin as a mosquito.

Muye saw through her thoughts and immediately comforted: "don't move, I'm ok."

"Yang..."

"She's fine, too!"

It's OK. That is OK if you have no trouble.

Xiang Nuan pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and finally fainted.

Speaking of all, Xiang's luck is very good. She just sprained her feet, and her body deviated. The bullet aimed at the heart was shot at the shoulder blade, avoiding the key. Otherwise, I'm afraid she will be more or less unlucky now.

The ambulance roared to the hospital.

Doctors and nurses were waiting there early. As soon as Xiang Nuan arrived, they were rushed into the operating room.

By the time the bullet was taken out, the operation was successfully completed, and it was midnight.

Xiang Nuan is still sleeping. Delicate eyebrows high frown up, it seems that in the dream is still in fear, fear.

Muye said that Yang Zijun was OK. This is true. But he himself was shot, and he was lucky. He didn't shoot in the head or heart, and recovered his life.

In the aspect of being stabbed and shot, Muye has experienced a hundred battles in the upper body, so not long after the operation, he was completely awake.

I don't know who told the hospital. The hospital directly arranged him and Xiang Nuan in the same ward.

Yang Zijun appeared in the ward for the first time. He saw Muye open his eyes and rushed forward without saying a word. He grabbed him by the neck and roared: "Damn, who let you rush up? Don't look down on people! Do I need you to stop bullets? "

Muye neither resisted nor refuted, so he looked at her.

At last, Yang Zijun angrily released his hand and punched Muye on the shoulder.

Although the place was not injured, but this fist pulled to the wound, Muye immediately bared his teeth, and Shengsheng restrained the cry to his mouth.

Yang Zijun extremely irritable to pick the head, way: "you should save is to warm."

Muye still didn't answer, knowing that she was just guilty of xiangnuan, not that she couldn't see the situation clearly.

They are all soldiers, who have undergone the same training. Naturally, they know how to react in the shortest time under that situation. From the day they joined the army, they learned to abandon their private affairs and be absolutely calm.

Two people are silent together, think a lot, but who did not speak. They have fought side by side for countless times. No one knows each other better than them.

After a long time.

"Well, you can go back and have a rest. I want to squint for a while."

Yang Zijun picked pick eyebrows, looked at another bed to warm, silent out of the ward.

Others were invited out to have a good rest.

The distance between the two beds is not too far. Muye's hands are long. When his arms are extended, his fingertips can touch his warm face. Usually delicate and warm skin, now with a slightly cool, caused by excessive blood loss.

Xiang Nuan woke up before dawn.

Before he regained consciousness, Xiang Nuan had a dream. The dream was very short, and there were only a few pictures repeatedly: a man jumped forward to a woman, bullets penetrated his body, blood splashed all over the place

In the dream, the faces of men and women are fuzzy, but fear is like an invisible hand grabbing the warm heart, which makes her struggle in terror."No, no, no!" To warm exclaimed soberly, light came, stabbing her eyes. She gasped, and before she could see what was going on in front of her, her hand was held. Rough palm, hard cocoon friction with her skin, is her familiar feeling.

Muye pinched her fingers and asked in a hoarse voice, "have you had a nightmare?"

Looking at him blankly to the warm side, he didn't move for a long time and didn't make a sound, as if he didn't know him.

Knowing that being shot in the shoulder will not lead to amnesia, Muye is still a little nervous. "What's the matter? Don't you know me? "

"Yes..." Xiang Nuan said with a smile, "where do you come from? How dare you pull Miss Ben's hand? If you don't let go, I want you to look good! "

With that, she pulled out her hand.

Muye's sword eyebrows were picked, and he seemed to be smiling. "Girl? Are you sure you're still a girl? "

Xiang Nuan understood his hint and blushed slightly. She moved her body slightly, looked up at the ceiling, a kind of exhausted soft, dizzy.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt? "

Xiang Nuan smiles weakly but stubbornly. "A little, but it's OK."

Bullet into the body, knife cut the body, can not hurt? She's not the one who can carry it. But after the experience of blocking the knife for Luo xiaorou last time, she also knew that it was impossible to take medicine casually because of the pain, and she had to carry it by herself.

Muye knew that she was lying, but he had no choice but to touch her face painfully.

"By the way, is Yang Zijun really OK?" He also said that he was ok, but he ended up lying here with her.

"It's nothing. She was supposed to be here, but she's not in good health. I told her to go back to rest. "

"It should be. She had a hard time coming back from the gate of death, but she must be well maintained. Oh, I'm a little thirsty. " To warm side head to look for the water cup, at the same time to stop their own wishful thinking, because her heart now has a share of indescribable acid.

The scene of Muye pouncing on Yang Zijun not only appeared in her dream, but also engraved in her heart.