Gu Jingxing's camouflage suit was cut directly from the middle by the nurse with scissors. The gauze wrapped in it had already been dyed with red, and it looked startling. Song ran was extremely flustered. Did he delay the treatment because he had to rush to his hometown to bring them beans?

Song ran was deeply distressed. Seeing the nurse carefully cut the gauze, song Ran's heart seemed to be pricked by a sharp needle. Gu Jingxing on the hospital bed opened his eyes and looked at Song ran: "Xiao ran, come here, come here..."

Song ran went to the bedside and grabbed his hand: "does it hurt? Does it hurt? "

Gu Jingxing's smile was a little empty: "it's OK, Xiao ran, it's OK."

With that, he put out a hand to cover her eyes: "don't look..."

Song ran didn't struggle, and no longer looked at the wound that had already oozed blood and pus. Tears rolled into Gu Jingxing's palm: "you idiot, even if Shen Mengfang really has any plot, where is your body important?"

The nurses were dealing with the wound. It must have hurt to the bone and blood, but he was so stunned that he didn't even hum. Even the head nurse said in a voice, "if you feel pain, please call it out. How much will it ease?"

Gu Jingxing cold sweat straight out, unexpectedly also ha ha smile way: "nothing, nothing, no pain."

Xiao Ran's tears burned in his palm, which made him heartache. How dare he easily show his pain to make her more worried?

If it hurts again, let him carry it alone.

The head nurse speeded up the speed of treating the wound and alleviated his pain. Physiological saline and iodophor fell on the wound, and the cotton ball rolled over. The wound festered into the flesh, and had to press down heavily to press out the abscess inside.

Song ran felt his pain and forbearance from Gu Jingxing's pressing on her eyes. In the dark, her hand slowly touched his face and touched his dross. He said with heartache: "you fool, if you feel pain, shout out. Don't worry about my feelings. Gu Jingxing, I want you not to worry about my feelings."

The head nurse's hand almost flew up on the wound. Camp commander Gu's perseverance was very human. She was a man of iron. She could understand why the political commissar and chief of staff were optimistic about this young man.

Gu Jingxing's fingers trembled slightly, rubbed them on her eyes and wiped her tears: "well, if it hurts, I'll cry."

The head nurse yelled: "it will be soon, little girl. Don't worry, don't worry..."

With that, he quickly threw the cotton ball covered with blood to the side of the tray, took the gauze handed by the nurse, pasted two pieces to the wound, and then gently pressed the wound to wrap the gauze around his body.

Finally, he ordered: "commander Gu, the gunshot wound is serious. You have to stay here for a few days and observe the wound. You can't escape this time, you know? Because the chief of staff of the political commissar came to visit you and couldn't find you, your chief surgeon was almost punished. "

Gu Jingxing said with guilt: "I'm really sorry for Dr. Zhou. I'll go back to find political commissar Xie and chief of staff Fang to explain the process."

The head nurse said with a smile: "OK, if you stay here for two days, maybe the political commissar and the chief of staff will come to visit you again. Don't trap us in injustice this time."

Gu Jingxing: "can't, you let me live until the wound scar, I also listen to your arrangement."