Pressing Her Head to His Thin, Pale Lips

Qin Fang's eyes turned red.

In his impression, Huo Hannian had always been strong and omnipotent. Even if he was cold and distant, he was still alive.

What time, time, like now, so pale, weak, as if at any time, life is dying, how about it?

Qin Fang saw that Huo Hannian was motionless and wanted to wake him up. Wen Ruan stepped forward and stopped him.

"You should have a gunshot wound on your chest. Don't touch him!"

Wen Ruan leaned against the side of the bed and took a deep breath, trying hard to calm down.

She reached out and touched Huo Hannian's forehead.

It was so hot that it burned his hands!

He had a high fever!

"The day before yesterday, I went hunting in Cloudy Maple Mountain. I didn't expect to fail and meet this young man covered in blood. He gave me a watch and asked me to bring him away!"

"He didn't let me call the ambulance. Fortunately, I used to be a village doctor and helped him remove the bullet from his chest!"