Chu Yunyao's feet were still on the car, her body was held firmly in his arms, and she smelled a strong smell of blood from the tip of her nose.
Chu Yunyao looked down, and found that Mo Lingyuan had been shot in the shoulder, and blood was gushing out, and the black coat had already been soaked in blood.
Her new clothes were also stained with blood.
Chu Yunyao pushed him in disgust, and angrily reprimanded in a low voice: "Let go of me, my clothes are dirty."
When Mo Lingyuan heard that she was still interested in paying attention to her clothes, a deep smile overflowed from between her lips and teeth, and her warm palms with thin calluses caressed her slender back.
"Little thing, is it possible that becoming a husband is not as important as the new clothes you are wearing?" His tone was somewhat displeased and subconsciously pampered: "With me here, are you still afraid of running out of clothes?"
Chu Yunyao broke away from his embrace: "You will not be rewarded for no merit, and the favor I owe you has been paid off."
Living in the Young Marshal's Mansion, she cooks for him every day, which is regarded as offsetting her own rent and food expenses. After all, not just anyone can taste the meals she cooks with her own hands.
He gave himself a diamond hairpin, and she saved his life today, so it happened that the two owed nothing.
Mo Lingyuan was about to ask what it meant to pay off, when Gong Jue, who had fainted in the co-pilot's seat, woke up.
The pain on the back of his neck reminded him exactly how he passed out. Seeing Chu Yunyao who was close at hand, he picked up the pistol on the seat and aimed it at her: "How dare you knock the president unconscious and defy the military order? .”
Mo Lingyuan quickly hugged Chu Yunyao and turned around, standing in front of her, looking sideways at Gong Jue: "President, I have something to say, do you have any misunderstandings about Yunyao?"
The guard in the back row also opened his eyes, looked out the window, and rubbed the back of his neck: "Have you arrived at the barracks?"
Gong Jue was stunned for a moment, this is really a military camp.
Chu Yunyao said coldly: "President Gong, I did not disobey the military order. The car has already arrived at the barracks. If there is nothing else, can you deal with the gunshot wound on my husband's shoulder first."
Chu Yunyao didn't mention anything about beating him unconscious.
Gong Jue's sharp eyes fell on Mo Lingyuan's shoulders, his amber pupils narrowed, and a gleam of light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.
Throwing the pistol aside, he calmed down: "Probably I misunderstood, as long as you are fine, go and treat the wound first."
The military doctor looked about fifty years old, and hurried over with a first aid kit on his back.
Behind him was a heroic girl in a military uniform. The girl was probably in her early twenties, with long black hair tied into thick braids hanging down her chest.
Mo Lingyuan held Chu Yunyao's hand, and a group of people entered the office.
Chu Yunyao looked at the furnishings in the office, opened the cabinet door, found a set of clean clothes from inside, and put it on the back of the chair, "When the wound is treated, I will change into this."
Mo Lingyuan stared at her, and the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly, acquiescing.
The military doctor bent over, cut Mo Lingyuan's clothes with scissors, looked at the wound on his shoulder, wiped off the blood around the wound, probed the depth of the wound with tweezers, and said in embarrassment: "Young commander, the wound is too deep, The bullet was embedded in the bone and it was a bit difficult to get out."
He is not Mu Qing, but an ordinary military doctor. He is good at treating those soldiers with rough skin and thick flesh. Facing Mo Lingyuan, even his fingers for cleaning the wound trembled. error.
"Mr. Mu is not here. If the young commander believes in me, I am willing to give it a try." Li Changqing, the daughter who stood behind Dr. Li, volunteered: "There is no one here who is more proficient in surgery than me."