"Report the head, the Nightingale did not feel dissatisfied with you." The Captain of the Flying Leopard Nightingale had no expression change on her face, a gunshot wound in her thigh, blood still left on the wound, and her pants were red.

"Captain, captain, are you okay!" Just when Feng Chen wanted to ask the Nightingale, Zhang Yang, who had not kept up with Feng Chen's pace, rushed out and immediately shouted loudly, seeing all the members of the Flying Leopard team neat Standing uniformly in front of Feng Chen.

"Report the head, Feibao team member Zhang Yang reports to you!" Zhang Yang was still clever, and immediately straightened his body, saluting Feng Chen.

"The Captain of the Flying Leopard team stays, all of you will collect the loot left by the enemy!" Feng Chen stared at the nightingale and gave an order.

"Yes!" Although everyone didn't know what the young chief wanted to do, they dare not execute the order of Feng Chen.

"Zhang Yang, what's going on with this chief? He said he saved you, is it true?"

The members of the Flying Leopard team began to clean the battlefield and seized some of the guns and ammunition left by the enemy. As a flying leopard sniper, Hua Leopard pulled Zhang Yang's sleeve and asked.

"Nonsense, if it wasn't for the chief's help in time, my little life would have been gone, but then again, you guys, I haven't learned the power of the chief. I haven't explored the road and met three spies. After the kill, the chief will destroy these three people when he raises his hand, and will he be destroyed when he raises his hand? And ah, look at the eyebrows of these dead spies. If you see it, the leader is great! "

Zhang Yang's eyebrows fluttered, and the spitting star flew to the ground, saying Feng Chen was almost astonished, but it was not an exaggeration at all, as if he was Feng Chen.

"What? Are you saying that the head has killed nearly twenty spies in this country alone? Are you sure it was done by the head alone?"

The tiger that had been cleaned up by Feng Chen was surprised, and now the poisonous snake covering his own chrysanthemum with his hands also brought his face over, staring at Zhang Yang, waiting for his answer.

"Of course, do I dare to joke with you about this?" Zhang Yang nodded, seeing the expressions of several people.

"I went, I didn't expect Tiger I to touch the **** of a tiger today." When Zhang Yang was certain, Da Hu looked up at the sky, and then put his eyes on the eyebrows of the dead spies, he was deeply La lamented how stupid he was at the time and Feng Chen had done it.

"Come here, sit down!" Feng Chen pointed to the ground, and said to the now-white-faced nightingale.

There was a trace of sweat on her face, and her wound was bleeding continuously because of a gunshot wound on her thigh, and her face was gone.

"If you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, then you can do it!" Seeing the nightingale still looked at him with a sullen expression, Feng Chen swaggered.

Feng Chen looked at the Nightingale carefully, at most she was 26 or 7 years old, with short hair, but could not cover her picturesque brows.

"Ah .... Oh!" The nightingale heard Feng Chen's words, exclaimed in a conditioned reflex, and then took a hard step.

But when she just lifted her leg, she touched the wound, and suddenly felt a spin.

Feng Chen strode forward, holding the nightingale, and then slowly lowered her to the ground.

Feng Chen looked down at the location of the wound on the nightingale's thigh, and then looked at the nightingale lying flat on the ground, her face was awkward, after all, this position was not very good.

He is not incapable of treating the nightingale's gunshot wound, but this position is somewhat embarrassing. In case his hand is on it, if this woman is Rory, say something sloppily, hit a rake, such a troublesome thing Not willing to do it.

And looking at this woman's expression a little cold, maybe she really would say so.

Then he frowned, took off his coat and put it under the nightingale.

Lying on the ground, the nightingale saw Feng Chen staring at her wound, frowned, and did not speak. Feng Chen could see her injury at a glance, and knew that Feng Chen would have a way to heal herself.

Looking at the expression on Feng Chen's face, the Nightingale immediately understood the meaning of Feng Chen. After all, the position of his injury was really awkward. Immediately, he felt good about this young chief, and he could not even hear himself with a low voice. He said, "Head, can you really keep my leg?"

"Nonsense, of course. Zhang Yang's gunshot wound was not treated by me. Can you tell now that he looks like he was injured?"

Feng Chen froze for a moment. He didn't know how to tell the Nightingale, but she did not expect her to speak.

Although both Nightingale and Zhang Yang suffered gunshot wounds, the location of the wound was also different. The main point is that Zhang Yang is a man and Nightingale is a woman. The nightingale's wound is tightly packed by camouflage uniforms. Yes, it's not like Zhang Yang. All his clothes are torn and ragged. He can push out bullets with just one palm, but the nightingale's wound is wrapped in camouflage clothing.

"Actually, your wound has damaged the arterial nerve. Take out the bullet in time, otherwise you will be delayed, even the gods will keep your leg. There are only two ways. One is to take off your pants. I'll help you treat, and the other is to dig a hole in your pants, you see ... "

Feng Chen said here and smiled bitterly. If he did not explain the situation to the captain in advance, in case he finally said that eating tofu was cheap, even if he had a few mouths, it would not be enough.

"Head, please treat it boldly, let me take it off, I don't have any pants on." The Nightingale said with a smile, his face turned red, and at the end, the voice was indeed unseen, and then he reached out his hand and took off himself Pants.

Since she agreed, she wouldn't twiddle. This is her character.

The nightingale's crispness surprised Feng Chen. I didn't expect that the girl who had previously thought about tricking herself also had such a refreshing and crisp side, and suddenly raised her favor again.

Seeing that she was struggling, Feng Chen didn't want to speak, and finally opened her mouth slowly and said, "Let's do it."

"......." For a long time, the Nightingale did not nod his promise, nor shook his head to deny it. To be honest, especially if a big man helped himself to take off his pants, she couldn't do that. She worked hard to control herself. Think of herself as an injured patient, and then treat Feng Chen as a doctor, but in the end, this shy bump, she still can't step forward.

Although he didn't feel good or bad from the first glance when he saw Feng Chen, later he hesitated about the position of his wound, and his eyes never left the position of the wound. When he thought of it, his heart rose. A trace of trust, trust in Feng Chen.