For Qin Xiu, he and Ye Jian naturally knew each other, and he no longer had the polite tone of the Snowland Brigade when he spoke, and he became a little casual.

Not only did he speak in this tone, but after he finished speaking, he turned sideways and asked the Chinese soldiers to go. When it was Ye Jian's turn to get in the car, he gently pulled her wrist, "Sit with me, they'll get on first."

Xia Jinyuan, who was about to help her get on the bus first, paused, turned around and looked at Qin Xiu, and said with a slight voice: "She has an injury on her arm. We need to deal with her after getting on the bus. Translator Qin should let her sit with me."

This time, Qin Xiu recognized Xia Jinyuan and was best son-in-law whom his mother liked.

Based on this alone, Qin Xiu said gently and politely: "Sorry, I was reckless." He said to Ye Jian again: "You get in the car first and ask them to check. If you need to go to the hospital, we can send another car to the hospital for treatment immediately."

Ye Jian didn't want to send another car to take her to the hospital, lifting her arm, "It's a scratch, just treat it yourself, you don't have to go to the hospital."

There was light in the car, and she stood at the door again. Qin Xiu saw a burn on her arm. This was a stray bullet hitting a hard object, resolving the burn caused by the power of most bullets changing the trajectory. It was the lightest bullet abrasion.

"Then let's go to the car to treat the wound, which has a medical box on it." Qin Xiu, who had seen the gunshot wound, also suffered abrasions. He knew that there was no need to go to the doctor for this injury, so he stopped talking and stroked Ye Jian and Xia Jinyuan, who had already gotten in the car, pulled her wrist into the car.

The medical box supplies were fully prepared. Xia Jinyuan clamped Ye Jian's left hand between his knees, and as the car swayed, he picked up a cotton ball stained with saline to deal with her wounds carefully. "Don't hurt, keep your arms steady, don't let the tweezers' head frustrate the wound."

Qin Xiu, who was sitting alone on the side, was about to get up and hold Ye Jian's shoulder when he heard this, and saw that she was quick-witted and held her seat back with one hand, and her body was shaking.

After experiencing kidnapping..., he walked out of the guns and was injured, but he could not see any strangeness on her face, without any fear, as if he had already gotten used to it.

This is a bit strange. How could a student get used to bullets?

Qin Xiu couldn't help but take a look again, his eyes slightly condensed on Ye Jian's background, and there was a hint of doubt in his calm eyes.

"The wound is not deep, and there is no need to sew a needle, but it will leave some scars." Xia Jinyuan said and rinsed it with a bottle of normal saline, put some anti-inflammatory medicine on it and bandaged it with sterile gauze. "Don't touch raw water tonight to avoid inflammation."

He raised his eyes and told Ye Jian that when he put away the medical supplies, his cold gaze seemed to be looking at Qin Xiu inadvertently, as if he had discovered that he was looking at Ye Jian, his thin lips slightly raised, showing a polite smile.

Qin Xiu nodded slightly and calmly took his gaze back.

Both of them are young masters from the capital with good family background and profound family background. The nobleness in their bones cannot be learned by others.

Their noble posture is inherently possessed, and this is the confidence engraved in the bones, and it is definitely not something that can be cultivated after all. After three generations of noble births, it is obvious that they are talking about these two people.

A calm look at each other in return for a calm smile, and he will open his eyes as usual.
Chapter completed!