Ninety-nine pretty daughter-in-law has space

Chapter 368

After some soothing, Lin Shuang endured the pain in his legs, and simply bandaged Shen Chuming to treat the wound.

Then he looked at Concubine Su, a little afraid to approach her.

His leg wasn't broken, but it was swollen.

A heavy hand!
"Third brother, let's have someone send you back first." Song Pingdong was also dealt with, supported by two brothers, his legs were shaking, not because he was afraid.

The sweat on Shen Chuming's face was wiped off, and now there is a lot of sweat. He stood up, slowly raised his hand and half-supported it on the peach tree trunk, suppressed the blood churning in his chest, and frowned, indicating that he didn't need it.

Lin Shuang also knew that there was no need to delay, overcoming the shadow just now, approached Su concubine carefully, opened the medicine box, took out a silver needle and stuck it in her wrist, and treated her cautiously.

After a while, he took off the silver needle and looked at it.

"Miss Su is in good health, there is no sign of poisoning, the pulse is stable, the blood is clean, everything is normal."

Very normal.

Lin Shuang told the truth.

Only then did Shen Chuming relax a little, and looked at the woman standing by the wheelchair, still watching them warily.

"Then let's do this first, we..."

He was relieved to hear that she was fine.

He took a step, but felt that his eyes would turn black from time to time, his hands were detached from the tree trunk, and his whole body fell straight backwards.

"Third Brother!"

"Third Brother!"

More than a dozen people swarmed up.

*
Shen Chuming was in a coma for three days and three nights this time.

His injury was too serious, and he had several high fevers because of the inflammation of the wound.

"My concubine...it's me..."

"My concubine... don't go..."

He was lying on the bed, calling Miss Su's name in a daze.

"Twins, what can we do?"

Song Pingdong had gauze wrapped around his waist and ointment on his body. Looking at Lin Shuang who was leaning on crutches, he felt a sense of sympathy.

"I have already used anti-fever and anti-inflammatory drugs. If the fever subsides tonight, I will be out of danger for the time being."

The facilities here are backward. Even if he brought some advanced equipment, he was well prepared before, but Shen Chuming's injury this time is really not optimistic.

After all, before he fainted, he still remembered about Concubine Su.

"If the fever hasn't subsided tonight, then we will send the news back immediately and send more help."

Even if there is a great risk, he still wants to contact.

Can't handle that much anymore.

Moreover, the predicament here is more difficult than they imagined.

*
Drowsy.

Shen Chuming felt as if he had returned to Forty-Nine City, his original identity, Shen Han.

However, the pattern there is somewhat different.

A dimly lit bar room.

"Captain, the robbers will have a big move tonight."

These chaotic places are often a good place for them to hide.

On the sofa, a man leaned back, with his eyes closed, his skin was clean, his bones were flirtatious, and the light-colored moles at the end of his eyebrows were a little bit cruel and cruel.

He looked luxurious and cold, with a bit of laziness.

"Where?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes.

The task was done very late yesterday.

He also slept late, and there was something languid and inattentive about his voice.

"In 10 minutes, I will cross the No. 24 flyover in the south of the city. The license plate number is Sichuan K4752, blue Veyron."

"Ah."

He got up.

"Captain, do you want to go in person? The other side has hostages in their hands, and it's raining outside. We'll go with you."

"Need not."

In the intertwined lights, he gradually disappeared from sight with his slender legs.

(End of this chapter)