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The coldness in his eyes dissipated. Huo Siran relaxed his hand and said lightly: "Don't say anything. Shuchen Fengshu"

As for anesthetics, that's a trivial matter.

She nodded and naturally understood what he meant.

When he ran back all the way, Lin Yitong did not stop. When he entered the old chief's office, he heard Staff Yu and others discussing the final situation of the operation. It was quite good. One serious injury and two minor injuries were not killed, but one person was missing. It should be the small red dot that inexplicably disappeared from the infrared detector that day.

Sweat appeared on her fair little face, and she was nervous and worried when she heard it. She left after she cared for the tools, and felt guilty.

It was natural that the soldier was bleeding and injured during the mission, but subconsciously, she felt heartbroken about what was about to come, and the kind of heartache that was vaguely distressed.

Close the door of the information room and pull the window up. She took a breath and walked over, put down the first aid box: "Chief, I'm going to start."

Hosran's silk has not moved at all.

She had to do everything herself.

From cleaning to disinfection to stabbing the first needle, the process was so long that it made people feel tormented. She held her breath and focused her attention. She gently stroked her fingers and abdomen, as if she could clearly feel his pain. Because even if she asked him whether the pain was painful, he ignored it, which made Lin Yitong feel embarrassed and she felt that she was indecisive and not professional enough. She had to concentrate all her attention and stitch it carefully.

As the last stitch was slit, the thread was cut and her hot breath sprayed on his chest.

It took Huo Siran a long time to open his eyes.

The scene that came into view was that she was half-squatting and tidying up the first aid kit, putting the blood-stained gauze in it, and tears were faintly seen under her long eyelashes.

...What's wrong?

The thin white lips opened gently, and she said slowly, "Don't it be said that medical staff will start to feel numb if they see too much illness? It seems that you haven't seen enough."

My heart is not hard enough.

Lin Yitong held the emergency kit with her eyelids trembling. She knew that he was not blaming him but still blamed herself deeply. She endured the mist at the corner of her eyes, and lowered her face and whispered three ambiguous but unaware words: "Do you know who to do it?"

Hosran narrowed his eyes and suddenly his voice sank: "Come here."

The slender figure was staggering again.

She had never resisted this kind of command tone, so she had to get up and walk over. She was about to put her hand back in her pocket, but she was gently pulled by him, holding it in her palm in an absolutely masterful position, leaning closer to her breath and gently rubbing it twice. Lin Yitong was so scared that she was dumbfounded! A moment of thin sweat oozing out from her whole body, she was so shocked that she wanted to pull her hand back, but a low command came from her ear: "Don't make any statement about my injury!"

This is the second command.

"..." She endured the thin sweat in her palms, "Yes!"

The strong longing slid a little, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said slowly: "Go and pour a glass of water."

"..." She widened her watery eyes and immediately pulled her little hand back to help him fall down like an amnesty, but she was grabbed again with a muffled whisper. She turned around and saw his eyebrows slightly frowning. She noticed something. She held her tenderness and pushed away her soft white fingertips, and found several bright pushpins she had hidden in her palm!

The little secret she had always hidden, which was not broken by anyone, was ruthlessly revealed at this moment, and was exposed in his eyes!

"Chief..." Her little face turned red and white, and she wanted to close her hands.

Hosran held it hard, letting the pins that made her palms turn red fall out, held them and rubbed them, looked up at her: "I'm still using this?"

"..." Lin Yitong wanted to get into the crack in the ground at this moment. Her little face was full of self-blame and guilt. How could she say it? How dare she say it? In the three days after he left, she was restless and didn't even make any progress?!!
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