Song ran looked at him coldly and did not speak.

Sun man just stood by and watched Dr. Chen change his medicine for song ran.

As usual, when changing the dressing, song ran kept humming, his hands almost tore the quilt apart, and the big big big beads of sweat slowly flowed down his cheek.

Dr. Chen replaced a pile of gauze with blood and poured some iodine to clean the wound. Song ran finally stopped humming, but cried out with tears of heart

The call was so clear to the people in the hall downstairs.

It's that kind of hoarse voice scream. Song Ran's eyes are lax with pain. When he takes the bullet, he will use anesthetic, but when he changes his dressing, he can't do it.

Pain can only endure, endure.

After a while, Dr. Chen went downstairs with the medicine box, went to Qin Mo and said in a low voice, "little master, that girl has a fever."

Qin Mo looks calm: "how can you have a fever?"

"It's about being in the sea for a long time last night, shot again, and then sleeping on the ground."

Qin Mo looks a little impatient: "then give her to take antipyretic medicine."

"The girl kept away from people and refused to take medicine. The water cup was smashed and the medicine was spilled all over the floor. She thought her leg was broken. So the whole person was very restless and her temper was even stronger."

Qin Mo glanced at him: "you so many men, can't make her a little girl with no strength to tie a chicken?"

Sun man on the other side complained: if you don't obey the orders before, you'll beat and scold. But this song ran obviously can't beat and scold. Then they can't be sure of the shrewd girl's ability.

Dr. Chen was at a loss: "I really can't fix her."

Qin Mo softly tut a voice, rise: "a bunch of rubbish."

And then walk up to the third floor.

Song ran sat on the ground, looking at the mess on one side, and staring at her thigh. There were circles of gauze wrapped around her thigh. The intense pain of dressing change still had lingering charm, which made her sweat hard.

But the pain is not the leg, but the heart, her leg, so abandoned, so useless.

This damned Qin Mo, she wants to kill him, she must kill him!

When song Mo comes in, he sees a piece of medicine beside the bed.

When Qin Mo is three or five steps away from her, he stops and points to her: "go to bed."

Song ran glared at him with hatred: "don't you say you want to kill me? Why don't you shoot me in the heart? Why? "

Qin Mo approached slowly and grabbed her wrist: "get to bed!"

She's hot.

Song ran disgusted to shake off his hand: "take away your dirty hands!"

Qin Mo pinches her wrist. This girl is too ignorant of the current affairs. How can he keep her till now?

Her face was covered with sweat, and the hair on her forehead was wet in wisps. Her face was very red, probably because of fever. Her eyes were full of red blood. The whole person looked embarrassed and pitiful.

He suddenly used force, pulled her up, voice without any pity: "I let you sleep on the bed!"

Song ran was dragged by his rude action, and the wound on her leg was involved. The pain made her Snort and her sweat rolled down like this.

Qin Mo almost throws song ran onto the bed, but at the next moment, song ran pulls his wrist. Song ran turns over and presses him under his body. Qin Mo's neck is butted by pieces of glass in her hand