Feng Ling stood outside the door without leaving. He could hear the movement inside with great ears, and even more of a suppressed coughing and vomiting sound.

Until it seemed as if I heard Carri whispering inside: "Why are there so much blood..."

Feng Ling suddenly stepped forward and pushed the door hard twice, but she didn't push it open. She endured it. Seeing that Grandma Mai was not doing anything to Kali for the sake of Grandma Mai, but now she didn't care about so much. She raised her feet and kicked it hard on the door panel. She kicked her two consecutive steps, and the door panel was kicked to a crack, and the locked position in the middle also cracked.

Before Carri could help Li Nanheng back to the bed, she heard the huge movement behind her. She turned her head suddenly and saw that the woman actually kicked the door panel open and walked in quickly.

"What are you doing..."

Before he could finish his words, the man who was being held by Kali was directly helped out of her hand. Li Nanheng coughed so much that he couldn't stand steadily. He had just changed into clothes and had a large piece of blood on his chest. His chin was covered with blood everywhere around his stubble. He could hardly open his eyes, and Feng Ling pulled it over. His body, which was straight but had lost weight, hit her.

He paused, unable to open his eyes but seemed to know something. He struggled very weakly. Feng Ling pulled him hard and turned his eyes to Kali: "Go and call the doctor, do you really want to die here?"

Kali was stunned. Looking at Feng Ling's eyes, she felt inexplicably too strong and unable to resist. Although she was very confident in her medical skills, she looked at Li Nanheng's current state again. She pursed her lips, turned around and ran out hurriedly.

Seeing that Carli was finally willing to call the doctor, Feng Lingshen first looked at the environment in the room, which was very clean, but there were two large beaches on the ground from the front of the door and were all blood spit out by Li Nanheng. Although the lights in the room were not particularly bright, they were enough to make people see everything clearly.

She helped Li Nanheng to the bed, and hurriedly tried to wipe the blood around his jaw with the towel beside her. The man's eyes slowly opened a little, as if he was having difficulty breathing, and his eyes were still not at all focal length. His hand slowly raised and made a gesture to push her hand away. Feng Ling forced him to hold him down, and his hand held the towel and pressed it firmly on his jaw, sternly saying: "Don't move!"

The man frowned almost without notice, but was so tired that he couldn't speak. He was so uncomfortable that he could only swallow the bloody smell that he might still want to vomit. He endured it, but it was not difficult to see that he was really uncomfortable now.

"Li Nanheng, if you dare to die, I will immediately pull out my gun and break my head. Feng Ling, I, from childhood to adulthood, have been entangled with you. If you dare to throw me off, you can't throw me away even if you go to the underworld!" Feng Ling said as he pressed his shoulder hard, and wiped the blood stains quickly.

I felt that although the man's hand had just been trying for a while, I didn't know if it was because he really didn't have the strength or because of her words.

But at least he can't beat her now, and it's hard to even stand up. The arrogant and arrogant spirit in front of her is gone. What can he use to fight her with her?

After wiping the blood on his body, watching the cotton cloth on his chest dyed red by the blood, Feng Ling's heart now became particularly calm due to the torture of a few days. Even if the man he had been searching for for a long time was likely to die in front of her in the next second, she had to calm down.

"Why did you cough up blood? Is it hurt? Where did you sit during the explosion? Is it affected the edge or was it directly shocked into the water in the center of the earthquake?" Feng Ling asked while pulling his clothes.

Li Nanheng was indeed powerless to resist. He knew that she was doing nothing but lifted her hand virtually, and then hung it on her legs weakly.

As soon as the blood-stained clothes on the upper body were torn a little, I saw that the man's skin, which should have been smooth and sturdy, was covered with scars of all sizes. There were not many burns caused by the blow, but many of them seemed to fall and scratches when they fell. There were a large area of ​​blue and purple on his chest. I don't know if it was due to trauma or internal injuries and chemical poisoning. She was not a doctor, but she knew that if he delayed like this, he would really die.

Looking at the wounds, Feng Ling gritted his teeth hard, pulled open his sleeves again, and saw the scars on his arms, as well as many swellings that were soaked with water a few days ago.

It is impossible to imagine how he saved his life in this great disaster.

It is even more impossible to imagine what kind of psychological blow and torture he would suffer when he opened his eyes but could not see everything.

She was still angry and hated just now, but she couldn't get it out at this moment.

If it were her, she might have chosen to die alone and quietly, and she would not want anyone to see her appearance, which would make people feel sad and sad and distressed in vain.

She pulled his arm tightly and put his sleeves on her sleeves, forcibly retracted the wetness that was spinning in her eyes, but put down his sleeves and tidied up his blood-stained clothes. Seeing that he couldn't even sit steadily by the bed, she quickly helped him lie down.

While lying down, the man frowned. She paused and slowed down a little, and whispered: "Did I care for you?"

The man closed his eyes and said nothing, did not nod or shook his head, so she continued to patiently support him to lie down.

It was not until he covered him with a quilt that he squatted down beside the bed, and he looked at the thin and pale man with his eyes closed on the bed at close range. The last time he saw him was in Mr. Mike's resort, he was coaxing her to drink, and he was still the same as Li Nanheng, and he was so sure of her.

But now, Li Nanheng has lost so much weight in just a few days, and he is almost unable to recognize him at first glance, especially in the contrast in his attitude towards her.

He used to be a man who spread his wings by her side, no matter how angry she was or how she ignored him, he could protect her with a domineering and patient care.

At this moment, she had never seen him so haggard and weak, so... rare... he needed her to protect him, which was different from the injury he had suffered from a mission.

He began to hide from her.

"Li Nanheng, listen." Feng Ling squatted beside the bed, looked at his face, raised his hand and gently stroked the stubble around his chin: "It's a man, you have to count what you said. If I lose, you have to go back and marry me."

Seeing that he didn't speak, he didn't turn his head and didn't respond, Feng Ling couldn't hear the comfort and said indifferently: "I didn't expect that a man like you, who is thicker than a mountain and bigger than a sea, would be inferior. So what if you can't see your eyes? Isn't your face still ruined? Can you still rely on your face to make a living? Why are you hiding?"
Chapter completed!