Female President's Personal Doctor

"You're the only one left. I see what you can do."

The man broke to drink a, big hand urgent probe, grab to her neck.

LAN ruoro quickly covered her neck with her hand, but the other side showed no sign of weakness and seized her hand together.

"Ah He let out a scream, the big hand quickly drew back, a stream of blood came out from the palm, and she had a bloody embroidery needle in her hand.

He burst into a rage. He even shed blood in the face of several women. He felt that it was a great shame.

"To die."

Bang!

He punched LAN ruoro in the stomach, and her blood gushed out and fell to the ground.

The roaring of police cars and the barking of police dogs have completely broken the silence of Jiangnan. They walk through the streets and lanes, and their vigilant eyes scan around, searching for the two figures.

Ling Yue, with Ning fan on her back, shuttles through the high-rise street. She hesitates and carries a person on her back. Her speed is much slower, and her forehead has gradually oozed sweat, but she tries to ensure that her breath is smooth and smooth, and her pace is not too slow.

Ning fan lying on her back has fainted, blood dyed red Lingyue's back, two people seem to be because of this thick blood is linked together.

She didn't turn to look at him, but she could clearly feel his heart beat. Their hearts seemed to be close at this moment, but his heart beat disorderly and disorderly, obviously his situation was not optimistic.

Her heart is tight, and it's like being pressed by a huge stone. She murmurs anxiously: "Ning fan, you must not have something. We can get rid of these policemen immediately. You will be safe. I won't allow you to leave me, otherwise I won't let you go."

The night breeze in late spring is cool, like catkins brushing her cheek, but it can't calm her restless and anxious heart.

Gradually, there are fewer and fewer high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, the street is narrower and narrower, and the rustic flavor of the field is more and more strong.

She crossed the city into the suburbs. She didn't return to Yin Rou's base camp, because she understood that the news was too big, and the police were likely to attack the base camp. At that time, they were turtles in a jar.

So they have to leave Jiangnan and the city, and then the police are helpless.

A deserted farmhouse appeared in front of her. She stopped and carefully put Ning fan down. Looking at his pale cheek, she shook it and saw that his eyes were still closed.

"Ning fan, hold on, I'll save you right away." She took Ning fan and sat down. Holding his palm, she turned her power from her palm to his.

At first, there was no reaction at all, but after a few minutes, an attraction came from his palm. The attraction was crazy, like a thirsty person suddenly seeing a spring and drinking with hunger.

Ling Yue's face changed slightly. She knew that his strange martial arts must have played a role again. She didn't know what would happen if it continued like this.

She clenched her teeth without hesitation. She knew that this was absolutely harmful to her, but she was uncertain about what would happen to Ning fan's body.

However, she has always believed in Ning fan and his magical and eccentric Kung Fu. This attraction is generated automatically, most likely to heal him.

"Even if I'm injured, I can't stop." Ling Yue has no way. This is the only thing she can do now, so he must stick to it.

Half an hour later, Ling Yue's face became pale and her delicate body trembled slightly. Ning fan's cheek is suffused with a trace of blush, although very light, but let Ling Yue see hope, a smile appears at the corner of her mouth.

Ning fan opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes were blurred. Gradually, a figure in front of him became clear. This was a graceful and familiar cheek, and he fought side by side with him many times.

All of a sudden, he felt a steady stream of energy coming from the palm of his hand, and her pale cheeks.

He suddenly realized what, shocked, just want to speak, but a mouthful of blood sprayed on Ling Yue's face.

The beautiful cheek was dyed blood red by the blood, which covered the pale. It was a bit terrible under the moonlight from the shabby roof.

But Ning fan didn't have any fear in his heart. He felt that at this moment, this is the most beautiful face in the world. The beauty is moving and deeply imprinted in his soul.

Ling Yue didn't move. She let the blood on her cheek. She could taste the smell of blood in her mouth and smell the smell of blood in her nose.

This is his breath, this is the blood flowing in his body. Instead of disgusting, she looked at his open eyes, and the smile around her mouth became more intense.

It's like a little girl got a long-awaited gift, her heart was filled with a face and eyes close at hand.

"You can't... You'll get hurt..."

Ning fan is well aware of the strangeness of Qian Kun Jue. He has practiced it for so many years, but he has not fully understood it.

Now it's all the reactions of the self-protection of the master in Qian Kun Jue, which is very likely to cause harm to Ling Yue. He can't be so selfish and let this happen.

"Don't talk, heal." Ling Yue light smile, tone a little weak.

Ning fan took a deep breath, forced the operation of "Qian Kun Jue", and stopped absorbing.

"Ning fan, don't do that. You need time to use your skills to heal your wounds." Ling Yue's face slightly changed, anxiously urged.

"No, you can't pass on the merits to me any more. I can heal myself. It's OK." Ning fan refused without any doubt.

Ling Yue reluctantly said: "don't make trouble, be obedient, and use the power to heal quickly." With that, he transferred power to Ning fan's palm.

However, this power is like meeting an iron wall, unable to move forward, completely blocked out of his palm.

Ling Yue was shocked. "Ning fan, don't stop me. Let my power enter your body quickly. You need it."

Ning fan shook his head difficultly, "no, Ling Yue, you can't sacrifice yourself."

"I'll be fine. Do you think that's all I have?" Ling Yue managed to squeeze out a smile, indicating that she was OK.

But in fact, the power of her meridians and elixir field is much less. If she continues, her power will be completely dissipated.

This is a very dangerous thing for a martial arts practitioner. The worst result is that he will die or become an ordinary person without any martial arts.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow. I'm afraid it's more serious than death.

Ning fan's heart is like a mirror. How can he not know Ling Yue's dangerous situation? He firmly said, "if you continue to deliver skills, then I will die in front of you."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ling Yue had no choice but to withdraw her contribution.