"Forget it, I'd better go to my house first. I'll take him to the hospital later. I still have some money. I'll help you get medical expenses first. If you are sick, you have to treat it. It's too dangerous for you to run out like this."

Yang Ruoyan said helplessly, feeling heartbroken about the two of them, and it seemed that they were also two people who were forced to do so.

Although the robber was suspicious and still distrustful of Yang Ruoyan, he saw his younger brother coughing and stubbornly refused to go back, so he had to follow Yang Ruoyan.

When I came to Yang Ruoyan's home in California, USA, the house was not big, it was a small villa with a unique courtyard, and the furnishings were simple. This was the location where ordinary American citizens lived.

Yang Ruoyan didn't want to attract too much attention, so he asked Rhode to arrange such a house for her, and no one came here because she didn't know anyone here.

She moved a simple white box from the inner room with a red cross pattern on it, and you can tell it was an emergency first aid kit at a glance.

He took out the gauze and disinfectant inside, and took a knife and candle.

"What are you going to do?"

When the robber saw Yang Ruoyan approaching with a knife, he was alert to the noise.

Yang Ruoyan gave him a blank look, placed the candle on the coffee table and lit it, put the knife on it to bake, and said carelessly:

"I think the injury on your right arm was hit by a bullet? And it was only bleeding from the back. The bullet should not be penetrated and still remained in the arm. If you want to go to the hospital to get the bullet, I can also send it to you.

go."

"It's impossible. Going to the hospital is like falling into a trap. I think you, a woman, have never been kind. Don't forget that your life is still in my hands. Even if I'm injured, I'm the runner-up in Sanda in China, and I'm more than enough to deal with you."

The robber roared angrily, holding his fists to guard against him.

"Brother, don't be nervous, she just wants to help you get the bullets."

Ma Yongjun lay weakly on the sofa and whispered softly against his brother.

Yang Ruoyan looked at him with his lips pursed and nodded and said:

"Well, you are quite smart, but unfortunately you are sicker than your brother's injury. It seems that God is jealous of talent."

Ma Yongjun smiled slightly, with no trace of slim on his face. There was nothing to complain about when the dying person was just hurting his brother, and he really felt sorry for it.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Yang Ruoyan asked at the robber while roasting the fire.

"snort!"

The robber disdained to answer and turned his head away from looking at her.

He never believed that a woman who was kidnapped and kidnapped by him would repay her kindness with grudges.

Ma Yongjun smiled awkwardly and helped his brother answer:

"My name is Ma Yongjun, my brother is Hu Menghui. We both grew up in an orphanage. Although we are not brothers, our relationship is better than brothers."

"Yeah, I can see it."

The two of them have such a good relationship, but they are not brothers, which surprised Yang Ruoyan.

"Yongjun, shut up, why do you say so much? You must be careful of others. If you tell her our name, she will call the police in the future and I will be unable to escape."

Hu Menghui complained.

Yang Ruoyan giggled and couldn't help it when he looked at the innocent look of the seven-foot man.

"You are laughing at me. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking? I just don't want my brother to be sad and I will come with you. You must want to comfort us first and then find a way to call the police."
Chapter completed!