Xia team is really concerned about all aspects of her, even her psychological growth is very focused on, such a man She did not meet, but also know that she met a very good good man.
Back in the car from the mountain, one night passed quietly.
At five o'clock in the morning in autumn, Xia Jinyuan takes out the medicine bag from the car. Ye Jian takes off her coat and sits in the grass wearing only one short sleeve.
The wound was a little deep, but it wasn't deep enough for the skin to roll, but because there was no bandage, there was some redness around the wound.
Disinfection to QingChuang summer abyss is never strange. After detoxification, blood is stopped, anti-inflammatory powder is sprinkled, and gauze is used to wrap the arm. Ye Jian's arm is added with another honor wound.
"It's not too deep. No wonder I can bear it." Xia Jinyuan didn't ask her if she was in pain. In this way, I don't need to ask. It must be painful. But compared with living, what kind of pain is it.
He has seen too many of the worst injuries. In the face of Ye Jian's injuries, even if the injured person is his own fox, he doesn't think he needs to hold her and coax her.
As a soldier, you have to be patient with pain, patient with injury. It's a coward in the team.
Picking up the sweatcoat with blood, Ye Jian said painfully, "it's brand new and can't be worn again!"
"Camouflage won't, stained with blood, soaked in washing powder for one night, and rubbed hard for several times the next day to be clean." Xia Jinyuan looks down at the stains on his body, looks up at his eyebrows and says, "I can't wear this kind of clothes."
Their faces and bodies were all stained with blood. Xia Jinyuan took down the car key hidden in the tree and said with a smile to Ye Jian, who was still holding her coat and was distressed: "go, find a place with water and wash her face with her hands."
"Don't go to G3 right away?" Ye Jian didn't leave her coat and get on the bus in her arms. "G3 is still in the hospital alone, please contact him first?"
Start the car, turn on the high beam, and the car drives into the misty mountain road. His faint laughter comes from the car, "no, he will take the initiative to return to the hotel."
The whole night's action made the bone ache. Standing in the stream in the mountain stream, Ye Jian pulled the water grass with unknown name, and washed the blood on her hands and fingers first.
A pair of slender hands also stained with blood reached over, took her hands, rubbed the grass and foam with him for a while, and gently pulled between her fingers, "blood can be washed clean now, but it will be more and more in the future, sometimes, you can even smell the smell of blood on your hands."
"I've always thought that I have a pair of hands that can smell blood. I'm afraid I won't hold another girl's hand for my whole life." It's all blood. Sometimes I can't help shivering at my fingertips. Now, holding the same hands stained with blood, Xia Jinyuan only feels his heart is soft.
The girl around has a pair of hands stained with blood like her own. She is not afraid, she does not flinch, but bravely faces it as her own, and even supports him in time of danger.
As G3 said, it's a great honor to find the girl who can accept them.
And he, really found a girl who can accept his career, three lucky!
Ye Jian frowned very shallowly. She didn't understand what he meant when he said this. She joked: "how, I thought about holding another girl's hand before?"
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