who is the real hero

21

Qin Xian's body froze obviously, and he immediately shook his head: "The women's clothing is to give Yao Xin something, it's not my preference."

He really couldn't figure out why Leng Mingshang suddenly asked such a question, and it wasn't considered women's clothing?Wear a wig and wear something neutral?

Leng Mingshang glanced at him quietly, causing Qin Xian's back to suddenly feel chilly.

This guy... did he misunderstand something?

"Let's go."

"Not really!"

Leng Mingshang ignored him, and yelled as Qin Xian did.

Just as Leng Mingshang was about to open the car door, he was amputated by another hand: "Let me come, let's go to the hospital for an examination first."

"Are we familiar?"

Qin Xian angrily let go, but saw Leng Mingshang turn around and go to the co-driver, he said goodbye, opened the door and sat on it, stretching his hands for the key.

"Go directly to my apartment." Leng Mingshang put on the seat belt on the co-pilot, folded his hands and looked straight ahead, "I have something to tell you."

"Let's talk after we go to the hospital." Qin Xian lit the fire.

"Let's go after talking."

"..." It seems that it is indeed a very important thing.

"navigation?"

"Go back to the apartment." After Leng Mingshang finished speaking, the car system automatically turned on and started to navigate.

Quite smart, with voice recognition.

The car quickly returned to the apartment building. To Qin Xian's surprise, Leng Mingshang lived in an apartment building. Shouldn't it be a villa?

Three layers of security, fingerprint unlocking, one elevator for one household.

Okay, this apartment building... I guess it's not cheaper than a villa.

The floor Leng Mingshang lives in is not high, the floor-to-ceiling windows are single-sided glass, and the window faces Binjiang Road, and it is a river-view room.

Qin Xian secretly lamented that this guy really likes floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw Leng Mingshang coming out with a medicine box.

"You want me to come?" Qin Xian pointed at himself, "I may not be very good at it."

"I guess only you can come." After Leng Mingshang finished speaking, he took off his coat, the white shirt on his right arm was already soaked red with blood.

Qin Xian suddenly lost his temper: "It's all like this and you still say it's okay!"

Leng Mingshang calmly took off the armband, and the blood soaked deeper.

"Stop, stop, don't move, don't move, I'll do it." He was really convinced, does this person have no pain nerves?

Qin Xian used scissors to carefully cut the surrounding clothes. The weather was sweltering, and the shaved flesh was sticking to the bandages and slowly separated. Qin Xian had to cut the bandages short, and picked them off layer by layer with tweezers.

Fortunately, the ghost baby was only over a month old, otherwise it would have made a lot of blood holes.

As the bandages were removed layer by layer, Qin Xian's expression became more and more serious.Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the black air emanating from the wound.

"What's wrong?" Leng Mingshang couldn't see the thing, but could see Qin Xian's expression getting uglier.

"I don't know." Qin Xian took off the last layer of gauze and took a deep breath.

Originally, the wound was only the size of a thumb, but because of the rotting flesh around it, a hole the size of the bottom of a cup was gouged out. Now, only Qin Xian can see that the wound is emitting traces of black air, and the black air is corroding little by little. surrounding flesh and blood.

"what did the doctor say."

"The cause is unknown, but the infection has been expanding and the blood tests are not abnormal."

"I don't know what it is, but I can see a lot of black things on your wound, probably these are corroding your flesh."

Leng Mingshang nodded.

"You...let me try." Qin Xian grabbed Leng Ming's injured elbow, grabbed a strand of black air in it with his left hand, pulled it lightly, and pulled out a wisp.

Can it work?

The trace of black air pulled out was pinched by Qin Xian's fingers, and it disappeared.

"It seems to be ok. I'll try to pull out a few more." Qin Xian said, and pulled out a few more. After the black air was pulled out, the wound showed a healthy red color, and there was no tendency to continue to corrode.

"It works!" He happily raised his eyes to look at Leng Mingshang, only to find that Leng Mingshang frowned slightly, his face was pale, as if he was holding back the pain.

Qin Xian felt a sharp pain in his heart, and quickly asked, "It hurts? Do you want to take a rest?"

Leng Mingshang's voice was hoarse, but her tone was very firm: "Continue."

Seeing him like this, Qin Xian couldn't do anything anymore.

"Why don't you take a break."

"It's okay." Leng Ming said sadly, "Continue."

Qin Xian: "..."

He felt that he couldn't refuse, but he couldn't say what I should say lightly, because for him, it didn't take much effort to get the black air out, but it hurt enough to break out in a cold sweat.

In the end, Qin Xian still moved his hand, and he pulled a few more strands, feeling that Leng Mingshang's body trembled uncontrollably, but only a small part of the black energy was pulled out.

He suddenly loosened his right hand that was holding Leng Ming's injured elbow, wrapped his arms around his thin waist and pulled it towards himself, and pressed it against the chest that was breathing a little too quickly.

"You can rely on me, save some strength." Qin Xian shifted the focus of Leng Mingshang to himself, "I don't need to exert myself."

Leng Mingshang seemed to be in so much pain that he didn't have much strength, and the originally lonely and determined person was now subdued by the toss, his sweaty forehead rested on Qin Xian's shoulder, feeling a little heavy.

"If it hurts, you can call out, or pinch me." Qin Xian wanted to say that it was uncomfortable to hold back, so his right waist was twisted.

"talkative."

"..." This was the first time he had received such an evaluation.

Qin Xian lowered his head, the wound was right in front of his eyes, looking at the bloody arm, his heart ached even more, but if he didn't pull it out, he might suffer even more pain.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

He was ready to be bitten to death by Leng Mingshang, so he picked it up quickly.

Leng Mingshang's breathing was very hot, and Qin Xian's neck was itchy from the burning. He suddenly felt a little dazed, remembering the night in the cemetery, he seemed to wake up when his neck hurt.

Later, he didn't care about it, now that he thinks about it, Leng Mingshang had both hands pressed down by himself, probably bitten by his mouth.

This guy has really sharp teeth!

For Leng Mingshang, this is an unbearable torture for ordinary people, but for Qin Xian, it is just a matter of moving his fingers.

When most of the black energy was pulled out, Leng Mingshang finally couldn't help but groaned, took a deep breath, and continued to hold it back.

How could this person be so face-saving, he was obviously about to collapse from the pain.

But Qin Xian didn't slow down or stop. Such a proud person doesn't need him to make such sympathetic behavior, it will hurt his self-esteem.

Finally, half an hour later, all the black air was pulled out, the blood in the place where it was pulled out first was solidified, and the flesh in other places was slowly getting better. Qin Xian heaved a sigh of relief and patted Leng Mingshang's back, only then did he realize that Leng Mingshang had passed out from the pain at some point.

Qin Xian had no choice but to maintain this awkward posture, reached out to reach the medicine box, applied the medicine after disinfection, and then wrapped the bandage, before laying Leng Ming wound flat on the sofa.

Looking at this handsome but frowning face with his chin in his hands, he finally sighed.

Sure enough, a little familiar.

TBC.