"Can you see with the curtains drawn?" I asked.

"With high-precision equipment and a wall-penetrating radar imager, you can see the approximate human shape. With a heavy-duty sniper rifle, it is not a problem to hit the target through a 30-centimeter wall." Mao Bin said.

It's amazing.

When first lifted the danger, felt very lucky, but now after listening to Mao Bin's words, felt that it was not entirely lucky, and it was inevitable with layers of precise coordination. Like a well-ordered domino, if any of them is missing, the whole deck will be destroyed.

We took a nap against Ran Qingzhuang in the car, and when we opened our eyes again, we had reached our destination. It is not a small remote village or a residential building in a busy city, but a private hospital called "Kangdu".

At first I thought this was just a transfer station, but Hao Hao and the others checked the food with added ingredients, so it's not surprising that I followed. But as soon as we got off the car, someone came to receive us and led Ran Qingzhuang and me into their VIP ward.

The ward is not as crowded as the general public hospital. It has one room and one living room, a bar with a sink, a washing machine in the bathroom, and a large hospital bed. Overall, the conditions and facilities are very good.

When I saw that this meant staying for a long time, I asked in confusion, "Are we living here?"

Ran Qingzhuang took out a change of clothes from the duffel bag, nodded and said, "Yes, I will live here from today."

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him hang his clothes into the closet one by one. The ring on his ring finger radiated a soft luster, which made his five fingers slender and skinny.

On the wrist, there is a circle of purple bruises, which are traces left by the handcuffs. There were sporadic bloodstains on the placket of the chest, and the originally flat fabric also had many folds.

Looking at him like this, I was startled to realize how embarrassing we had been.

He was covered in blood and sweat, so I asked him to take a shower first, change his clothes, and I would pack the rest of the luggage.

When I was almost finished, the nurse outside knocked on the door and came in to collect blood for me.

After sitting at the round table in the living room, after drawing two tubes of blood, the nurse asked me to hold down the eye of the needle, and then gave me a checklist for tomorrow, and asked me to go to the filming according to the above time.

As soon as I saw it, I slapped my brain, knowing that this is not only to detect unknown drugs, but also to check tumors for me.

Ran Qingzhuang is really an activist, so this was arranged for me.

I sighed deeply. Forget it, just shoot it, and finally escaped death. He can do whatever he wants, and he can do whatever he wants to me. I won't resist any more.

Not long after the nurse left, Tao Nian brought dinner and Ran Qingzhuang's coat. Due to being "suppressed" by Mao Bin with all his strength, his coat was stained with a lot of dust. On his right chest was a gold-red medal in the shape of a snowflake, and the upper ribbon was a bright blue.

So beautiful.

I touched the medal, and I couldn't put it down. When I thought about it, I almost lost sight of it, and I seized every minute and second to "make out" with it.

Touching with my hand, kissing with my mouth, and rubbing my face again, I was so focused that I didn't notice a big living person like Ran Qingzhuang standing behind me.

"Do you like it so much?"

I was stunned, and the movement of rubbing my face instantly froze there. I patted my clothes and held the collar between my arms. I stood up and walked to the bedroom with a warm face as if nothing had happened.

"I'll put it away for you."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms.

He hugged me, pressed the back of my head and lower back, and tightened his strength again and again, without any extra words, the breathing between his nose was heavy and heavy.

I was stuffed on his shoulders and neck, arms curled awkwardly, sandwiched between the two bodies. The initial consternation passed, and smelling the fresh scent of the shower gel on his body, I relaxed my tense muscles a little bit.

For about two or three minutes, he just held me without speaking, as if he was venting his emotions in this way.

My arms were gradually numb due to poor blood flow. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the embrace.

When he had enough venting, he loosened his strength, but did not let go of his arms completely. He tilted his head and kissed my forehead, and said, "I will give it to you if you like it."

I was stunned for a while before I realized what he was talking about, and hurriedly pushed back and said, "It's too precious."

"Rings are precious too."

Can this be the same? The ring is more expensive than the price, this medal is priceless, he bought it with his life!

"But……"

I wanted to decline, but he interrupted me directly: "I'm yours, my medal, and of course yours." He stepped back a little and looked into my eyes, "If you don't want it, you don't want me. You don't want me. Yet?"

When he said this, the nature of this matter was not the same, and suddenly it was raised to another level, and I had to accept it if I didn't accept it.

In the end, I had no choice but to say, "Well then, I'll put it away for you."

Anyway, when I die, he can still take it back, it doesn't matter who it is.

When I went to bed at night, I slept on the hospital bed, and Ran Qingzhuang slept on the sofa bed beside him. In fact, the bed was big enough to sleep alone, but he insisted that he would only sleep on the sofa bed for fear of disturbing my rest.

In the darkness, we said goodnight to each other, and then there was silence.

"Zhaofeng is right..."

In such a long silence, I was already a little sleepy when I suddenly heard Ran Qingzhuang speak.

How can this still be about Zhaofeng?

I suddenly became vigilant, and my drowsiness dissipated a little, and then I heard him say: "I'm not good to you at all, I'm too bad."

Chapter 73 Ji Ning, are you dying?

I don't know if he said this because he thought I was asleep, and I'm not sure if he needs my response. After hesitation, he missed the best time to speak and lost sleep in the dark.

The relationship between people sometimes cannot be simply and rudely classified as "good" or "bad". If it is not completely "good", it must be "bad". How many really good people can there be in this world?