Yan Zhixu finished removing the gauze, unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant water bottle, dipped it with a cotton swab, and wiped the wound gently.

Cleaned up all the spilled blood, took up the gauze and wrapped it around his wrist, and finally tied it with a perfect knot.

Put things away and put them back in the camouflage backpack, clapped your palms, "Okay, don't do those high-impact things again."

Qin Chu nodded and nodded, his eyes sincerely, "Zhi Xu, thank you."

Yan Zhixu waved his hand, "You're welcome."

After all, it's my uncle's show. If something goes wrong, it will affect my uncle.

Hua Shiying smiled and joked, "Zhi Xu, you are very skilled in dealing with wounds. Those who didn't know it thought you were studying medicine."

He handles injuries so skillfully and brilliantly, even compared to the doctors and nurses in the hospital.

In the face of everyone's compliments, Yan Zhixu was neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

She threw the camouflage backpack into the basket and carried it on her back, her voice clear, "Just a little bit of fur."

Everyone knew that she was being humble, and she stopped touting it out, fearing that it would backfire and make people unhappy.

All the wounded were dealt with, and everyone picked up their baskets and started to walk up the mountain.

Talking and laughing all the way, the atmosphere is harmonious, and the wild flowers and weeds on the mountain are different in style, which attracted netizens in the live broadcast room to lament the beautiful scenery of the countryside.

——

Hai Shi, Yan Group.

Office of the Chairman.

The decoration style of the office is a light luxury style of black, white and gray, which looks a little cold and unapproachable at first glance.

A pile of official business is piled up on the desk, and a man in a black suit is flipping through the contract with a pen in his hand.

The laptop on the table is playing a variety show called "Starting From Zero".

A clear voice came from the live broadcast room.

- These are all prepared for me by my brother.

Yan Zheng stopped what he was doing, put down the contract and the black pen, and his eyes fell on the screen, watching the indifferent woman treat Qin Chu's wound and bandage it skillfully.

His hand tapped lightly on the desk making a rhythmic sound.

A low laugh overflowed from his throat, "This kid is doing okay, and he has a little conscience to take care of his sister."

After speaking, Yan Zheng picked up the phone to unlock it, clicked on WeChat, scrolled through the list to find Yan Jinxiu, and clicked to enter the chat interface.

He clicked on the transfer, filled in the amount of 20,000, entered the password and sent it, then tapped the screen with his finger to edit a text message.

[Here, brat, to reward you, buy something you like. 】

After sending the text message, Yan Zheng put the mobile phone on the desk, picked up the pen and the contract he hadn't read just now and continued to review it.

——

The prosperous mansion.

Yan Jinxiu, who was fighting the king, suddenly sounded a notification on WeChat, and slipped his hand to death under the heavy sword of the enemy hero Li Xin.

"Fuck, Mad, what idiot is texting while I'm playing games?"

Cursing in his mouth, he clicked on WeChat to see the transfer from Yan Zheng, and immediately braked and closed his mouth.

After receiving the money and seeing this large transfer, Yan Jinxiu felt a little guilty, "cough cough...I'm calling me a big fool."

What motivates his dad?

How could I suddenly remember that there is still his free-range son today, and kindly transfer a sum of pocket money to him?

Yan Jinxiu's game turned on the whole team's microphone state, and everyone in the team could hear what he said.

other people:? ? ?

What's the matter with this man?

Although he was killed by the enemy just now, he wasn't so insane that he scolded himself, right?