basement.

Qiao Qing walked in with the medicine box.

Yan Jin's wrists were tied up with iron chains, and her whole body sat against the wall, her head was buried very low, and there was a kind of vanity that she had no strength to raise her head.

Qiao Qing walked over and squatted in front of him.

He didn't seem to feel her appearance either.

No response.

Qiao Qing just glanced at him and looked at him deeply.

She said, "Yan Jin."

Yan Jin's body seemed to have a little reaction, but it seemed to be none.

Qiao Qing called him, then reached out and unbuttoned his white shirt bit by bit.

Rather than saying it is white, it is now all red.

Blood-red.

She was very careful and tried not to touch his body.

All under the tattered shirt was whipped, and some soft tissues that jumped off the 50-meter platform and fell to the ground last night were bruised and bruised.

I got down from such a high place last night.

She was unscathed.

And he... was injured all over.

After Qiao Qing took off his clothes, she opened the medicine box.

Take out disinfection iodine and get close to his body.

At the moment when he looked at the traces of bloody zombie, she paused and said softly, "You bear it, there is no anesthetic."

Yan Jin did not answer him.

It's like, it's dead.

Dead, never speak again.

Qiao Qing wiped iodophor on his wound.

Yan Jin's body was still instinctively, and he trembled uncontrollably due to the severe pain, but he didn't make a sound and didn't even hum.

While helping him clean the wounds and disinfect them, Qiao Qing said, "The killers of the Hekou family cannot use anesthetics, because anesthetics will make people paralyzed, and the killers are in danger throughout their lives. In order to save their lives, they cannot paralyze their bodies and cannot at any time."

She was explaining why there was no anesthetic.

And he just listened.

No reaction, listen.

She carefully cleaned all the wounds on his body, and then began to wipe and scrub the ointment.

The ointment has a very strong medicinal property and is very irritating.

Just rubbed it on.

Yan Jin's body shook very hard again.

It seemed as if the whole skin was trembling unconsciously and could not be controlled.

Qiao Qing pursed her lips tightly.

At that moment, he didn't stop at all.

Instead, he accelerated his speed, and applied his wounds all over his body.

After applying it.

Under such a cold temperature, Yan Jin's body felt a layer of sweat.

It was painful and sweat was flowing.

Qiao Qing wiped him with a clean handkerchief.

Then he bandaged his wound with gauze and bandage.

After battling.

The upper body has been processed.

Qiao Qing took off her thick coat and put it on Yan Jin's body with her experience.

Yan Jin still had no reaction.

The body is weak.

Probably only felt pain.

Qiao Qing lowered her head and continued to deal with the wound on his lower body.

She cut his pants with scissors.

Under the pants.

There are constant scars between the upper thighs, waist and abdomen.

She helped him disinfect and bandage them bit by bit.

After a long time of waste, he was finally dealt with.

After the treatment was completely done, his body was sitting in the blood. Even if it was treated, it would still be infected due to blood.

She had to take off one more piece of clothing.

Then he helped Yan Jin sit on the ground.

"Aren't it cold?" Yan Jin suddenly spoke.

Qiao Qing had just put her clothes under him, and when she heard Yan Jin's words, her fingers were a little stiff.

For a moment, she really thought Yan Jin fainted.

There should be no consciousness.

Otherwise, how could I bear it? There was no sound at all.

She said, "It won't be cold in a while."

After a while.

Go back to the warm room and it won't be cold.

Yan Jin didn't say anything more.

After Qiao Qing treated the wounds on his upper and lower body.

Yan Jin's entire body was wrapped like a mummy.

She turned her eyes and glanced at his right palm.

There.

It's the most serious part of the injury.

She felt that if he let the ulcer there be, his right hand might be so useless.

Her eyes looked at the flesh-and-blooded palm.

She lowered her head and picked up the cigarette she had just taken from the killer's hand, and she said, "Do you smoke?"

Yan Jin's lowered head seemed to move.

He looked up at Qiao Qing.

Qiao Qing said, "I'll light a cigarette for you and you can distract yourself."

Yan Jin's body was still leaning against the wall, and his head was also leaning against the wall at this moment, looking up at him.

Seeing his face covered in blood, his face was pale, which could be seen at a glance.

Even his lips should be so white.

She didn't put her eyes on his face for long. She lowered her head and lit a cigarette, then placed it beside Yan Jin's mouth, "I'll help you clean up your right palm."

Yan Jin took a puff of cigarette.

The place where Qiao Qing held it seemed that there was the warmth between her mouth.

He just looked at Qiao Qing.

His eyes were as silent as he was not as sharp as he looked at Cheng Kaizhi just now. It was probably in front of Qiao Qing, and he didn't want to disguise him.

What's more.

He is indeed, now vulnerable.

Qiao Qing has also focused on his right hand at this moment. She said, "The scratch is very serious, and there are iron filings inside the dirty hands. It has begun to inflame and ulcerate. I have to clean the rotten area first, then go deep disinfection, then apply medicine and finally bandage it. It may be very painful."
To be continued...