Han Bao's strength is just right, not weak, so it has a deterrent effect on Sister Wushuang. It won't be too big, because Han Bao is worried that Miss Lanxi won't rescue Wushuang, and it won't cause serious injury if it hits Wushuang.

When the stone was shot at Wushuang with swift force, it was about to hit Wushuang's head, Lan Xi suddenly stepped forward quickly, grabbed the stone sharply with one hand, then turned around, and the stone returned the same way.

Because Han Bao was so focused on Miss Lanxi's reaction, when Shitou came back the same way, he didn't dodge.

He saw the surprise in Miss Lanxi's pupils, followed by a trace of intense worry.

"Be careful, Han Bao." Wushuang shouted.

Her voice was so loud that it overwhelmed Lan Xi's voice. But Han Bao seemed to understand the meaning of Lan Xi's lips from the shape of her lips.

She seemed to be calling him too: "Han Bao, get out of the way."

The stone hit Han Bao's head firmly, and immediately a stream of blood gushed out.

Han Bao touched the blood-red liquid, and felt how strong Miss Lanxi was.

The next moment, Miss Lanxi and Wushuang both ran over immediately, and Wushuang couldn't help scolding him: "Silly boy, what are you kidding? What are you plotting against me?"

She is the cause of love and responsibility.

Taking into account the identities of the two, Lan Xi kept apologizing to Han Bao: "I'm sorry, Second Young Master, I'll help you bandage the wound."

Han Bao responded readily: "Okay."

Lan Xi paused...

Han Bao had already turned around and walked into the house.

Lan Xi had no choice but to go in with him.

Han Bao put the medical kit in front of Lan Xi, and Lan Xi skillfully found out the anti-inflammatory medicine and tied it with a bandage.

Han Bao stared at her fixedly. In the medical box was the anti-inflammatory pill unique to the Palace of Military Intelligence. When he saw Lan Xi pick it up, he hesitated for a moment and put it down?

"Why don't you use it?" Han Bao asked.

Lan Xi said: "Is this an anti-inflammatory drug?"

Han Bao said: "Don't you know it's an anti-inflammatory drug?"

Lan Xi shook his head.

Han Bao's eyes dimmed.

Lan Xi picked up conventional anti-inflammatory drugs and hemostatic drugs, and applied them gently and meticulously to Han Bao, while blaming himself: "Young master, I didn't know you were joking with Miss Wushuang, otherwise I would hold back my strength."

"You have pretty good skills." Han Bao said, "You are young and agile. Who entrusted you with your skills?"

"My master is a nun." Lan Xi finished.

"Oh, is the tuition expensive?" Han Bao asked persistently.

"My family is poor, and Master waived my tuition fees."

Han Bao stared at her: "Oh."

"I heard that you want to find a private teacher? What do you think of me?" Han Bao changed the subject again and continued to torture Lan Xi.

Lan Xi was overwhelmed by flattery: "Young master is a busy person, how dare I disturb his precious time."

"I just happened to be at home recently. If I give you extra lessons, I will repay your life-saving grace for my mother. What do you think of one-three-five plus weekends?" Han Bao made a decision without authorization.

Lan Xi said embarrassedly: "I'm stupid, I'm afraid you won't be able to teach me, and your blood pressure will rise."

Han Bao stared straight at Lan Xi: "You really resemble my sisters and sisters, they are all simple-minded women with well-developed limbs."

Lan Xi couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the other sisters came in to visit him because they were worried about Han Bao, and they all got angry when they heard Han Bao's belittling words about them.

"Han Bao. You call us simple-minded?"

Han Bao hurriedly apologized to his sisters: "Sisters, I was just complimenting you. The ancients said that a woman who has no talent is a virtue."