Chapter 809： : Zuo Hancheng, don't sleep (1)

Suddenly, Anhao’s feet did not know what she was stepping on, and she was a little slippery. The next moment, she suddenly felt a severe pain in her ankle. She endured the weird pain and put it in the trunk. A spare blanket and a pocket-sized first aid kit were taken out.

Her ankle was painful and itchy, but the rumbling sound faintly heard from behind made her dare not stay any longer. After closing the trunk, she lifted her foot and kicked it a few times. Her strength was far from the effect of the stone, but it was too late. She quickly walked to Zuo Hancheng, holding the things in her hand, and raised her hand to grab his arm: "Go!"

Zuo Hancheng glanced at Anhao's face, then looked at the thing in her hand: "An..."

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't drive me away." Anhao didn't give him a chance to speak, and directly supported him.

After Zuo Hancheng left the trunk behind him, he was so injured that he couldn't walk alone. Almost all of his weight was on her body. Although he knew what the consequences would be, he also knew about the consequences. She just grabbed his hand forcefully to prevent him from retreating, so she helped him through the tall grass where the ground could not be seen, and walked forward carefully.

As she walked, she looked back carefully to see if there were any obvious blood stains that could be found. If there was any blood stain in the obvious place, she would stretch her hand behind and wipe it.

Just like this, I don't know how long they will go until they are completely exhausted, and they look at the high jungle ahead.

But I heard the rumbling sound behind him approaching, it should be those cars that had already entered.

At the same time, there was a thunder in the sky, and he took a subconscious look at Zuo Hancheng. Both of them were already injured. If Zuo Hancheng's wound is exposed to rain again, then both of them are estimated to be dead. Go down.

Anhao quickly helped him to turn around and blamed the foot of a deep concave mountain in front of him. There was a lot of grass here, so if you didn't walk in like this, you wouldn't find a deep recess underneath.

There is a place in the deep recess that is crookedly recessed to the foot of the mountain, a place that can only accommodate two or three people, but it happens to be sheltered from the rain.

The rain came quickly and quickly, and the wind blew again. Zuo Hancheng basically couldn't move anymore. Anhao dragged her to the bottom of the valley and hurriedly dragged her down. The bushes where the two walked were sorted out and traces were found.

Although the rain fell suddenly and gave people a sense of bad luck that the house leaked in the same night rain, but from another perspective, the heavier the rain, if those people find the blasting button on the car, it will be in the heavy rain. In, even if the car exploded, it would not burn the entire mountain, at least they could save their lives.

Anhao helped Zuo Hancheng in there and let him sit firmly. The blood on Zuo Hancheng had dyed her white dress red to pieces. She placed the things in her hands at the innermost position. He tidyed up the grass in front of the recess and blocked the rain from the wind. The inside is now very clean. Anhao is about to reach out to untie Zuo Hancheng's clothes to see his. Injured, but suddenly dizzy inexplicably.

She slumped forward weakly, knelt down on Zuo Hancheng’s leg, and put her hand on his leg. Zuo Hancheng, who was about to lose consciousness, reluctantly opened his eyes to her because of her strangeness. Looked over.

Anhao tried to ignore the dizziness in her head, removed her hand from his leg, raised her hand, but felt that her fingers were a little bit numb inexplicably, after she edited her fingers twice, she saw Zuo Hancheng Looking at her, she just used her hands to untie the blood-stained black shirt on his body as if there was nothing unusual, and seeing his shoulders and those blasted wounds, her gaze fell again.

Seeing the wound in his abdomen which was almost in a circle around his waist, An Hao seemed to be able to imagine the deadly gunshot wound that Zuo Hancheng avoided.

He must have avoided the body in a rotating posture while avoiding, otherwise the gun would not scratch almost all of the outside of his abdomen, and the stroke would be very deep.

"Should I be glad that this bullet didn't directly penetrate your abdomen, otherwise I am afraid I will be a widow from now on." After Anhao muttered, he turned around and took the medicine box and opened it. Although the box is small, But it was a small first aid kit with a small sparrow and a complete set of internal organs. There were everything in it, and there were even compressed biscuits in the small grid in the corner.

Now Anhao is really sure that they are all people who were born and died in the underworld for many years, and they are absolutely experienced.

There were not only guns in the car prepared for her, but also this kind of first aid kit with small compressed biscuits. If it weren't for people who have experienced life and death and despair for many times, they would never prepare these things in the car.

Anhao took out two disinfectant wipes from the box and wiped the skin around Zuo Hancheng's wound.

Zuo Hancheng sat still, as if he couldn't feel the pain, but he looked at her weakly with his eyes open, not talking, or closing his eyes to rest.

Anhao hopes that he can stay awake now, so the strength of his men is deliberately heavier, at least it can ensure that his thinking is always active if it hurts. In this case, it would be bad if Zuo Hancheng just slept in this way.

"The wound on your shoulder is also a gunshot wound?" Anhao raised his head and looked at his shoulder, but found that the bullet had not penetrated: "Is there a bullet inside?"

Zuo Hancheng didn't answer, he didn't know if he was completely weakened, he still just looked at her like this.

An Hao unexpectedly realized that he had a feeling of taking one more look. He suddenly felt angry. When he wiped the wound on his shoulder with his hand, he tried hard and hard again until he finally wrinkled his eyebrows in pain, and she was red. The eyes said: "Zuo Hancheng, if you are brewing something to let me live well, I will run out and bring in those people now, and everyone will die!"

Zuo Hancheng's face paled by her force, his eyes glanced over her face suddenly, and that glance was clearly silently saying that she was a woman's cruelty, refreshing his perception time and time again.

Anhao didn’t care about him. She kept rubbing her hand on his shoulder, and after carefully inspecting the wound, she said, “I’ve never studied medicine. I can’t take this bullet, even though it’s in the first aid kit. There are scissors, but if I cut open the wound easily, it will lead to more serious results. I will disinfect your wound first. Can this bullet kill you in a short time?"

"It's okay." Zuo Hancheng didn't answer her, he only whispered in a very soft and dumb voice when he opened his mouth: "You take care of your back injury first."