Sweetheart,Come Back!

"What if I don't die?"

"I'll give you whatever you want."

He shuddered, and after a long time, he said again, "that's what you said."

Qin Jian finished, closed his eyes, his body completely soft down, heavy pressure on her legs, an Yin whole heart is cold.

Blood dyed her skirt red, and she even felt the loss of his life.

She refused to press his artery, but her action could only slow down the blood flow. If this went on, Qin Jian would still lose blood and die.

It's better to take a gamble to see him die.

With a free hand, he grabbed the skirt, tore off a piece of cloth, avoided his throat, strangled the blood vessels in his neck, and ran to the blown up car.

There is a spare medicine box in the car.

She just hoped that the medical kit had not been blown up.

The car is still burning.

Anyin wrapped her hands in a skirt and turned over the boot.

The blackened medicine chest was exposed.

Anyin quickly brought out the medicine box.

The medicine box made of iron sheet was scalded by the fire, and it was still hot across the cloth.

In the medicine box, there are stitches to close the wound, and infusion tubes.

There are also some back-up drugs.

Anyin has never done infusion and suture wound, as long as he has read the theoretical knowledge in books.

But she has no time to hesitate.

Put one of the needles into the blood vessel in his arm and the other into the blood vessel in his arm.

Lower his arm so that his blood can enter his body.

She is type O blood. I just hope that he doesn't have any special blood type and conflicts with her blood.

Then he untied the cloth that bound his wound and sutured it.

But the moment she let go, she knew she was wrong.

The blood that was suppressed just now suddenly found an outlet and poured out uncontrollably. Qin Jian's body trembled slightly and lost his breath in an instant.

An Yin holding no breath Qin Jian, a blank brain.

The blood from her body flowed into his body, and her fragrance gradually became thick.

He was still bleeding, but gradually stopped.

An Yin stares at Qin Jian's wound healing quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, even the scar disappears without a trace.

Anyin couldn't believe her eyes, so she reached out to touch his back. Just now, it was so rotten that his back was as good as before, firm and smooth.

She gasped in. "It's not a dream, it's not a dream."

After swallowing, he reached out to wipe the blood on his neck and saw the intact skin below.

If it wasn't for the blood left on him, she would have thought it was just a dream.

Boldly, he put his hand on the side of his neck, and there was a slight pulse under his finger.

Anyin's whole heart is stuck in her throat, shaking her fingers and trying to reach under Qin Jian's nose.

A faint breath touched her fingers.

"Qin Jian." Anyin's chest was too tight to breathe, for fear it was an illusion.

Turn him over, touch his heart, and the hanging heart finally falls down.

Although she can't understand what happened just now, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Qin Jian survived.

The sound of a car comes from the front.

A Land Rover stopped in front of her.

Lin Lin jumped out of the car, saw a bloody anyin, and the unknown Qin Jian, his face changed greatly, "is he dead?"

Rongxun, who got off the bus, was also surprised. He got up three or two steps and squatted down. He took the pulse of xiaqin and breathed a sigh of relief.