Holding his hand, I turned around and sat side by side with him, not without surprise to hear him say this.

Does he think he's taking advantage of me? Ordinary people have many die-hard younger brothers, why do they do what they used to hate them. Even if they don't die, it's impossible to have the idea of ​​"taking advantage" like him, right?

I've heard before that during the police academy, cadets begin to regularly undergo extensive psychological testing, which is a more important criterion of eligibility than physical fitness. The selection of police officers is extremely strict. As long as there is a little bit of gloom and inclination in the heart, they will be eliminated immediately. They are the guardians of the national order, they must be just, kind, have strong convictions, and be willing to give themselves.

Now it seems that this is the case.

As Ran Qingzhuang, who was selected as an undercover agent, I think in addition to what he said, I chose him because he had no nostalgia for him. More importantly, he may be "perfect".

Never tend to darkness, never indulge in pomp and circumstance, no matter how much you experience, always stand in the light with compassion.

He is a perfect guardian, just like... There are six wings of holy light in the Bible, guarding the pure Eden from being invaded by foreign enemies, and believing in the supreme justice of the battle angel.

So even if my dark cloud once deeply offended him, wet his feathers, and chased away his beloved white roses, as long as he finds out that I also nourish all things in the Garden of Eden, and care for them to thrive with him, he will I'll completely forget how much I hated a cloud in the past, and even wonder if I can thank me for something good.

But where am I qualified to ask him what? Compared with him, I am so inferior, far inferior.

"Actually, you already gave it to me." I leaned against him, leaned my head on his shoulder, and said sincerely, "As long as I can help you, I will be very happy."

Ran Qingzhuang closed his fingers after hearing the words. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, and said in a very firm tone: "You will leave here safely. I swear."

I want to say that it doesn't matter whether I can leave or not, I won't live long anyway, but I think it's too frustrating to say this at this moment. Pre-war mobilization is, of course, the most inspiring talk.

So I followed his words: "Well, we will leave safely. The two of us together."

We leaned against each other and rested intermittently. We didn't sleep very well with each other, but in order to keep our spirits up, we could only force ourselves to close our eyes.

The mobile phone was confiscated, and don't know how long it took. can only guess that it should be late at night based on own perception of time.

Ran Qingzhuang's body was no longer cold, but there was a symptom that worried me even more - he had a fever.

Many dire symptoms come to mind, including but not limited to complications from wound infections, amputations, and death.

Seeing him in a drowsy state, his cheeks were morbidly red, and he didn't respond to my call. He rushed to the door again and slammed the iron door vigorously, screaming that he needed help.

"Anyone? I need medicine!"

After about ten minutes of shooting, my palms were all red and swollen, but no one appeared.

I started to collapse, my fear turned into anger, my hands became fists, and I smashed the iron gate like crazy. When all my strength was exhausted, my anger turned into deeper despair, dragging me down and sinking into the darkest sea.

"Please... come and help me..."

And just as I was in despair, across the iron gate, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.

I cheered up all of a sudden, screaming desperately, trying to get the other party's attention.

The footsteps stopped outside the door. After a while, at the bottom of the door, the small square opening used to deliver meals to the prisoners opened, and a paper bag was stuffed from the outside.

"Don't make a sound, Madam asked me to give it to you." The woman outside the door said, without stopping, just like when she came, she left in a hurry.

I hurriedly opened the bag and saw some bandages and medication inside, along with two bottles of water and a few compressed biscuits.

After turning on the water, I put the anti-inflammatory medicine to Ran Qingzhuang's mouth and called him several times. He finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Take it." He put the medicine in the bottle cap into his mouth, he stared at me blankly, as if he just woke up with an empty body, and his soul has long since disappeared.

I bit my lip, put the capsule in my mouth with trembling hands, then raised my head and poured saliva, pressed the back of his head, put my lips against his lips, pushed the tip of my tongue against his teeth, and passed the medicine over.

Fortunately, he was very cooperative, swallowed the pill quickly, and even scoured my mouth in a daze, asking me for more water.

"Um..." I pushed his chest and pulled the distance from each other with difficulty.

He frowned and wanted to come over again. I hurriedly brought mineral water and fed him half a bottle.

He quenched his thirst from the fever and fell back to sleep.

I drank some water, ate a small half of a compressed biscuit, took out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the bag, glanced at Ran Qingzhuang's rough-wrapped wound, and decided to give him another treatment.

The wound on his hand was relatively shallow, and because Ran Qingzhuang avoided the main blood vessel, the wound had already clotted. It also meant that if I had to clean the wound, I had to tear apart the fabric and wound that were stuck together.

This is a great challenge for me. I held my breath, and with the care and meticulousness of maintaining the cello, I tore off the rags of clothes that were used for dressing. Whenever Ran Qingzhuang felt struggling, he would stop for a while, blow on his wounds gently, and continue his movements after he calmed down.

The wound started to bleed again due to the tearing, so I quickened my movements, rinsed the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and used both my hands and mouths to wrap it up with a clean bandage.

After dealing with the wound on my hand, I moved to his feet.

The penetrating injury on the leg was more serious. In order to stop the bleeding, Ran Qingzhuang had tied it with a belt for at least an hour before releasing it. I was afraid that I would clean the wound and cause a lot of bleeding, so I put a leash on him, just in case.

Although I already had the experience, my hands were still shaking so badly that I had to take a break when I saw that Ran Qingzhuang didn't respond.