Yuhang had already treated the knife, and Meng Xinian immediately cleaned Lao Qian's wound, then took out two small bags, and a small bag of powder was sprinkled on the wound. Then he said to Yuhang: "Is there any bandage?"

"No more, there is nothing to carry with you in the car outside."

Meng Xinian looked at Pan Yangyang, "Scarf."

"Ah?" Pan Yangyang was a little confused.

"Get your scarf."

As he said that, he had already pressed the rags of clothes he had torn off to absorb water on Lao Qian's wound. But now he still needs to bandage it.

Pan Yangyang subconsciously said, "I bought this scarf from the Guodu store for thirty yuan-"

Before she could finish her words, she saw Yuhang and Meng Xinian staring at her coldly.

Pan Yangyang reacted, glanced at Lao Qian, gritted his teeth, took off the scarf and handed it over.

Meng Xinian ignored her and quickly bandaged the old wallet, poured him another bag of medicine, and then took out the small bottle of water.

This is the spiritual spring water with some medicine, but it doesn't look like a potion at all. It's just a clear water anyway.

Pan Yangyang's eyes lit up.

"Brother Meng, do you actually have a bottle of water?"

She is really about to die of thirst, okay?

Such a bottle of water looks like a cup of water. They can be divided into at least two or three.

There are no requirements for this place, of course we should drink it separately. It is best for Meng Xinian to finish drinking it first and then it is her turn—

No, she is the only woman here, and she should be given a drink first, and then it will be Meng Xinian's turn.

Does this count as if she and Meng Xinian had a glass of water together?

As for Yuhang and the others, they were not in her consideration. Anyway, they all drank it after Meng Xinian finished drinking it.

Pan Yangyang stared at the small bottle of water and waited for Meng Xinian to hand it to her.

But Meng Xinian not only did not answer her, nor did she hand over the water, but instead poured Lao Qian a mouthful of it.

Lao Qian will swallow subconsciously.

I watched him drink more than half of the bottle of water!

"Brother Meng!" Pan Yangyang's voice became a little sharp for a moment. No, this water cannot be divided like this!

"Lao Qian was injured and had a fever." Meng Xinian explained.

"That's enough, right? There are so many of us." Pan Yangyang was anxious.

Yuhang glanced at Pan Yangyang.

Before, he always thought that Pan Yangyang was quite good, generous, generous, straightforward, and courageous, unpretentious, and had some skills.

But now that he encountered such a dilemma and desperate situation, he suddenly felt that Pan Yangyang had a little overturned his impression.

Do people expose their selfishness at this time?

Meng Xinian didn't think there was anything strange. Maybe he had no expectations for Pan Yangyang. And they didn't know the severity of Lao Qian.

If it weren't for Jiang Xiao, he wouldn't know. If he didn't know that Lao Qian was about to be burping, he might have scored such a bottle of level, so he wouldn't have let him drink half of it alone.

"You can yell a few less words to avoid being more thirsty." He said this to Pan Yangyang without looking back.

Then he poured half of the remaining half of the bottle of water to Lao Mi, and handed the little left to Yuhang. "Let's share it with one person and two people."

"Didn't I drink all of them?" Pan Yangyang was about to collapse. Why was it her turn?
Chapter completed!