Chapter 1830

Ye Mobing held the bayonet and tried to cut it towards the edge of the wound.

He had also helped his friends who had suffered gunshot wounds in the training camp before, but he was not as nervous as he is now.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't experienced such a thing for a long time, or if it's a woman opposite, in short, he has an unprecedented tension, so nervous that he breaks out in a cold sweat.

He opened the blood hole and saw the bullet glowing with cold light.

Fortunately, the bullet may have been blocked halfway, and it was relatively shallow in the wound.

Only then did he use the tip of the bayonet to eject the bullet smoothly.

Then he immediately threw the herb in his mouth, chewed out the bitter water, and stuck it on the bleeding hole.

"Um!!!"

Lian Qiao let out a muffled snort, the severe pain made her tremble all over, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

But she didn't make a sound other than humming.

Under this gunshot wound, there was another gunshot wound, which was a little deeper.

Ye Mobing handed Lianqiao a wooden stick.

"Bite."

Forsythia said firmly: "No, I can persevere."

Ye Mo Bing handed it to her mouth involuntarily, "Bite on it, otherwise it's easy to bite your tongue."

Forsythia had no choice but to bite the stick with her mouth open.

This wound is more serious than the one just now.

The bullet is slightly deeper.

It was very difficult for Ye Mobing to obtain it, but it was finally taken out.

Forsythia's hair, which was already wet, became even more wet now.

Beads of sweat were also rolling down his face, one drop after another, falling on his legs.

After Ye Mobing applied the herbal juice, and tore off strips of shirt cloth to wrap around the wound, she was relieved from the pain.

The ice god's hand circled around her in front of and behind her.

Occasionally, she would accidentally touch her sensitive skin, and she would tremble all over.

Ye Mo Bing frowned and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's not..." Lian Qiao's cheeks and ears were flushed red, "Ice God, can you keep your hands from touching my waist and neck?"

Ye Mobing: "..."

After wrapping the cloth, Ye Mobing handed the herb to Forsythia.

"Put some on your right hand too, this will stop the bleeding."

Forsythia subconsciously turned around, took the herb and threw it into her mouth to chew.

Without paying attention, the plumpness of Forsythia came into Ye Mobing's sight.

Ye Mobing's pupils trembled, but he couldn't look away for a moment.

My heart was hit!

Obviously, Lianqiao was tall and slender from the appearance, but she didn't expect to hide it under the clothes...! ! !

Forsythia didn't notice Ye Mobing's gaze, she lowered her head and finished chewing, then spread the herb juice on the wound.

Then he raised his head and said, "Ice God, the wound on the back of my hand has clotted blood."

Unexpectedly, I bumped into Ice God's embarrassingly averted gaze, which seemed to be a little flustered.

"Ice God? Why...why are you blushing?" Lian Qiao asked nervously, "Do you have a fever?"

Ye Mobing directly left the distance: "No, you sit down, I'll go find something to eat, and roast it while there's a fire."

Forsythia was still very worried about Bingshen, fearing that Bingshen would catch a cold, so she first took Bingshen's coat and roasted it back and forth by the fire.

When Bingshen came back with a cleaned little rabbit, Lianqiao had almost dried his coat.

Lianqiao was still only wearing her underwear, she hurriedly went up to her and said, "Bingshen, the clothes are dry, you put them on first."

Ye Mobing had nowhere to place his eyes, and couldn't look directly at Forsythia.

She leaned sideways and said to Lianqiao: "You put it on first, I'm not cold, and my clothes are almost dry."

"But Ice God, your face is still very red, can I take your temperature? I'm worried that you have a fever."