CEO, Hold On A Moment

"This is the hospital!" Jomo tried to remind me.

"Go back!"

In exchange for his more unquestionable orders.

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Villa.

Seeing that Nanming is supported by Qiao mu, the maid is scared.

"What happened? Mr. Tang... " She still mistook Nanming for Tang BeiYao. When she saw the bloodstain behind Nanming's shoulder, her face was even more panic, "have you been attacked? A lot of blood! I'll call the doctor and the police at once

"No!" Jomo blurted out and subconsciously stopped the maid.

At the moment, Nanming's weight is still on her. She is supporting him hard. In her hand, she was carrying a black plastic bag, which was carrying something to deal with the wound They don't need doctors, let alone police.

But how do you explain this to the maid?

"Ah? What? " The maid stopped at the sound and looked back, still in the posture of rushing out. "Miss Joe?"

"You don't do anything." Qiao mugan smiles and waves his hand, trying to calm the maid down. In such a short period of time, she can't find a perfect reason to cover up the whole thing, so -

"I'll give you money..."

In a hurry, she had to use the old method.

But this time, before she had finished, the weight that had been pressing on her suddenly lightened. Nanming's figure shook for a while, but he still gritted his teeth, straightened himself up, and then walked towards the direction of the maid.

"Stay here, don't worry." His voice was cold and calm. One second, he had no instructions and no aggressiveness. The next second, he suddenly raised his uninjured left hand

“…… Ah

The maid's exclamation came to an abrupt end.

Nanming's palm struck her back and knocked her unconscious on the spot The maid closed her eyes with bewilderment and panic, and her body fell down feebly and fell heavily on the floor.

Jomo was stunned.

"All right." After all this, Nanming turned around, his face slightly weak, and his voice was as cold as ever. "You'd better hurry up. If I die now, you can't live as well."

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Guest room.

A bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang. Then, according to Nanming's request, she spread out the first aid items such as gauze and tweezers one by one.

"What else do you need?" Don't care to clean up, Joe Mu turned to ask him.

Nanming just took off his coat.

Under the dark coat, he was wearing a light shirt. At this time, the back of the shirt was almost red with blood. Judging from the bloodstain, he was shot and injured in the right shoulder blade.

"Next, do as I say." Nanming took a deep breath and went to bed on his own. He endured the pain and continued, "that's just an ordinary shotgun. Its penetrating effect is not strong. It doesn't hurt bones and blood vessels If you cut the clothes open, I need you to take out the bullets... "

His voice is a little intermittent, that is, he is adjusting his breath, enduring the pain.

But even so, he didn't show anything and kept calm and analysis, as if it was someone else who was injured

"Me?"

Jomo was stunned for a moment.

She silently looked at the scissors and tweezers on the table She has never done such a thing.

"Do I have to do it myself?" Just a moment's pause, Nanming impatiently urged out a voice, "take the scissors, gauze, tweezers, come here!" His fists were clenched, and a faint burst of veins could be seen on his arm.

Joe took a deep breath, took things and walked quickly.

She didn't speak any more.

Just according to what Nanming said before, quickly cut the bloody shirt and empty the circle around the wound Then she saw the everted flesh, and the hole of the gun was still oozing blood.

“…… I didn't mean to Jomo picked up the tweezers and finally said, "I won't."

She's afraid she can't handle it properly.

"Mirror." Nanming's fists loosened, and his voice seemed to be a little gentle I'll teach you. "

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Nanming's oral guidance, in fact, did not help her much.

She was the one who did the operation -

when the tweezers went into the edge of the gun hole, she felt that his body was obviously tight, and her fist, which had just relaxed a little, was clenched again.

"It hurts?" Qiao Mu is also a little flustered, "is it..." What did I do wrong?

"Take it out!" Nanming roars.

Qiao Mu didn't care about anything else. He just gritted his teeth. The tweezers went to the inside, caught the bullet and pulled it out She didn't have the experience to deal with this kind of wound, and she didn't know the standard method of medicine. She just instinctively chose the fastest way.

Nanming snorted, and his body became stiff.

"Stop bleeding with gauze..." There was a sweat on his forehead, but after looking in the mirror, he began to command calmly.Jomo did the same.

The most difficult and painful process seems to have passed. Jomo presses the gauze and then dares to ask him: "why don't you stay in the hospital? At least I'm sure it's not as painful as it is now. " And there's no anesthetic here!

"I don't trust people." Nanming's tone was flat, and there was a reason.

Hospitals

The place closest to death, he needs to guard against too much. Once he remains as a weak patient, anyone who is against him can easily harm him.

"Then you were sick before..." In the middle of the speech, Jomo changed his mouth, "what about your previous injury?" Don't mention the illness. He has so many potions. He will certainly be able to deal with the illness himself.

"I don't get hurt very often." Nanming replied that the pain cost him too much strength. At the moment, he was less careful and defensive. He blurted out, "usually, I'm the one who pushes people out."

He was stunned when his voice fell.

"Then why are you..." Block the gun for me?

Jomo asked almost subconsciously, but in the middle of the conversation, he suddenly reacted to something and was silent for a moment.

You can't ask.

She can never ask this question.

The two sides are silent.

No one is the first to speak, there is a tacit embarrassment, flowing between each other

For a long time.

"What's next?" Or Joe Mu took the lead in making a sound, pretending to be calm, "blood stopped, you tell me how to bandage?"

"Well."

……

There's no more nonsense. Next, it's all about focusing on the wound.

Nanming's voice is getting lower and lower. Qiao Mu does as he says. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to find that he has gone to sleep There was residual sweat on his forehead, and residual blood on his body.

Jomo helped him cover up and went out.

The maid was still lying on the floor downstairs. After thinking about it, Jomo quietly took some money and put it in her hand. The maid is quite excited. When she wakes up and sees the money, she should know how to do it.

Just next

How is she going to take care of a wounded person? And wait for the virus to mature?

She wanted to ask Bai Shiqi for help.

Although Bai Shiqi will "betray" at any time, the injured object is Nanming, and Bai Shiqi can at least take care of him. Bai Shiqi has been in the Tang clan for many years, so it should be no problem to take care of a person who has been shot.

But

She can't get in touch with Bai Shiqi now.

The phone is always off, she can only send a text message in the past, and then wait quietly

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In the evening.

When Joe came down from the upstairs, he found that there was no one on the living room floor. When did the maid wake up? Anyway, she had left quietly with her money and belongings.

She's going back upstairs.

In the guest room, Nanming still maintains the posture she left, sleeping on her stomach, motionless. Joe called him twice, but there was no response.

"Nanming?" Qiao Mu was flustered. He stepped forward a few steps, and only when he met him did he react -

it was so hot!

He has a fever.

"Nanming!" The wound was well bandaged and did not crack. Jomo pushed him, only got a vague reply She had no choice but to get up and go out again, looking for anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretic.

She poured a glass of water and began to give the medicine.

"Jomo?" After swallowing two pieces of medicine, Nanming opened his eyes and said, "what did you give me to eat?" Because of the fever, his vision was a bit chaotic, and his eyes were also suffused with morbid ochre red.

"Antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs." Jomo answered truthfully, avoiding his eyes and trying to get up and leave.

But he reached out and clasped her arm.

"What for?" Joe was in a panic.

Nanming didn't answer, just pulled hard -

his head was not clear, and he didn't know where the explosive power came from? Jomo stumbled and was caught off guard by him. He fell down and took off his water cup

"Touch!"

The glass fell to the ground, the body of the glass was torn apart, and the warm water inside also splashed out.

But the news did not bring back the slightest soberness.

"What are you doing?"

Jomo was dragged down by him, turned around and was pressed under him. He is probably really confused, his eyes are still confused, but his movements are extremely stubborn He restrained her hands and feet and blocked all her struggles.

Jomo was in a panic.

Especially when there are only two of them in the whole villa and he is not sober

"You have a fever! Be sober Qiao Mu's voice trembled. "Nanming, we have other ways to solve the symbiotic..." She was afraid of what he would do. Not only for contact and symbiosis, but also forShe deliberately did not think about that, just gritted her teeth and looked at his injury. If he does lose control of his fever, she will have to go to the injury.

"Jomo..." Nanming Muran, he also covered her, and then bent down a little bit, closer to her.

It's getting closer.

Jomo jerked his face away.

However, he didn't do anything more. He bent down completely. He just buried his face around her neck. Like a child, he regarded her as a dependency and murmured helplessly: "don't go I'm not feeling well... " Fever, dizziness and discomfort.

"Dang!"

There was a light noise.

His action just let the virus "pen" in his pocket fall on the floor. Qiaomu looked at the pen rolling on the ground. The original white label card was on it. At this time It's turned red.

What a coincidence!

Virus

Mature.