The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 300 The difference between first kiss and artificial respiration?

The warm season is really not a woman who loves to cry.

But when she took the ink and asked him to pull his shirt off, he saw that he was hurt on his back and on his head. His body was also faintly visible, and he saw him behind his neck. When some blood beads slowly rolled down after the brain, the tears suddenly fell out.

It turns out that those people are not only keeping him there. Before they were locked in on the first day, they must be forced to fight each other. It’s just that Mo Jingshen is too difficult for them to control, so he will be discouraged in the end, just shut him down. I want to find a way out of his mouth.

But they are still miscalculated.

Mo Jingshen is about to push her hand away, but the season is warm and stubborn to help him undress. The blood behind him is attached to the fabric of the shirt. It has been stuck on the back and cannot be taken off smoothly. The season warmly tears off carefully. After a while, I felt that although the man did not move, she looked forward and saw that Mo Jingshen closed her eyes at this moment.

It must still hurt.

It is impossible not to hurt, so that even the blood is torn off with flesh, how can it not hurt.

"When you hurt, you will shout it out." The warmth of the season raised his hand and wiped his tears. He thought that it would be completely torn off at once, or slowly, but the slower and more painful.

"Do not hurt when you shout out?" The man's voice is like a smile, low and low, and can calm her mood anytime, anywhere.

The warmth of the season suddenly got up, went to the bathroom inside the cabin and took a clean towel, folded it into a square and took it out and handed it to him: "Then you bite first."

Ink squinted at her wet eyes and cried to the red nose, faintly licking her lips, reaching for the towel, but it was placed next to it, pulling the warmth over and letting her sit on his lap. Holding her, raising her hand and stroking the long hair, she looked at her in the camp, whether she was beaten or not, she never lost her tears. She looked at the little woman who was still afraid of life and death because of him. The body hurt and cried like this.

The man's slender fingers shuttled through her hair, and finally stayed on her back, gentle and gentle.

"Warm." The gentle voice of the man was in her ear.

The warm season knows that he is out of order. She raises her hand and wipes her nose, and then lifts up the clear, still wet eyes to see him.

"The pain is inevitable. I am also a human. I will also hurt, but the pain on the surface of the skin is not as good as what I saw you today." He stroked her back and said warmly: "In the In such a place, there have been such experiences. People will instinctively experience the fragility of life, and will cherish the peace in front of them. It is a good fortune to save their lives. These traumas only need to be cured after a period of treatment. Once the heart is hurt, it will only get deeper and deeper."

The season warmed to hug his neck and buried in his neck without talking.

"Today, I have to take risks and even want to use my body as a bargaining chip to keep me safe to leave. I don't want to happen again for the second time. I never want it." His hand was on her waist. Even if there are no meals for many days, it is still strong and powerful.

She knew that the mood of Mo Jingshen was overwhelming.

Sitting in his arms in the warmth of the season, he gently "hmm" and did not refute.

Now he is a wounded person. What he said is what she said. She does not argue with him or reluctantly with him.

"Well, it hurts and wipes the tears." The man patted on her head again: "Go get some warm water and rub it down a little bit along the back of the wound so that the clothes can come off."

The season warmed his eyes and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and went to the bathroom to get warm water. When he continued to prepare for his wounds, he hesitated: "Injury into this, you have to touch the water again?"

"It's already like this. It doesn't make any difference if you don't touch the water. First take off the clothes and then disinfect them later." Mo Jingshen is always calm, compared to her chaos, and the calmness and IQ of men and women at the time of danger are not ordinary. animal.

The season is just about to touch the water, and Mo Jingshen suddenly looked at the gauze on her hand: "Forget it, go back and get it, your hand won't work."

"I'm fine. Feng Ling has handled it for me. I haven't hurt my right fingertip here. Just use the towel here. Would you like to let Feng Ling come in to help you undress?"

"..."

Mo Jingshen looked at her hand again and determined that she was measured and did not speak.

The warmth of the season was stained with hot water, and some of his back was gently drenched. Seeing that the man had only a slight tension in the texture of his back, he did not say anything.

As he said, he is also a human, and he will hurt.

The warm season helps him to moisturize the wound a little bit, and then tear the wet shirt a little bit. This way, it can avoid excessive flesh and wound blood.

Help him to scrub the wound around with water, make sure that the blood is wiped clean, and pick up the wound disinfectant to help him apply.

"Ink deep, hurt you bite the towel, don't bear it, I won't laugh at you."

When Feng Ling helped her get the disinfectant into her hand, her cold sweat came out, but she didn't scream at the time. She was a little bit hurt and burned to the surface of her skin.

This is the injury to the skin.

The man did not speak, but she obviously heard him laughing low.

She is distressed by him, and he still laughs.

The warmth of the season has always been heavy and inexplicable. Because of his low smile, he turned from a downturn to a gradual recovery. In the end, he no longer dared to succumb to it. He chose to fix it quickly, and then applied some simple medicines to the medicine cabinet. I took out the gauze and wrapped it around him. Finally, the back of his chest was like the seriously injured patient in the ancient TV series, almost equivalent to wearing a white vest.

"Suddenly and then regret that I did not learn medicine at the beginning." Seeing Mo Jingshen just looked down and looked at it, but did not say anything, the season is a little embarrassed to snoring.

Ink deepened his eyes and smiled. He said: "If you study medicine or study finance, this kind of traumatic dressing is still used less, but it is more important to understand the difference between first kiss and artificial respiration. ”

"Ah?" The warm season was helping him deal with the wound on his head. He paused and looked at him strangely: "What artificial respiration?"

The man laughed again: "Oh, now is not the time to say this, your hand is sure no problem?"

"No problem, at least help you disinfect the wounds first, otherwise it is easy to get infected in this tropical area." Seasonal warmth continues to concentrate on the medicine.

only……

What was the first sentence of his first kiss, what artificial respiration...

How she is inexplicably seems to be a bit of an impression, but she can’t remember it again. Where did she hear or say...

(End of this chapter)