Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin feels so painful.

She was shot.

During the melee, Bai Shuang, the adjutant and others protected her and asked her to hide on the right side of the car.

Jing Yuanzhao pulled out a long gun from under the seat of his car - Yan Xin had ridden in his car many times and didn't know there was a gun hidden under the seat.

His marksmanship is very good, almost one shot at a time. No matter how dark and chaotic it is, he can still aim.

The other party killed and injured seven or eight assassins in a matter of seconds. They probably felt that the losses were too heavy, so they began to cover and evacuate.

On their side, because Jing Yuanzhao was so violent, there was almost no major damage, but there were countless bullet holes in the car and the windows were all broken.

Jing Yuanzhao waited vigilantly for a moment, and when he was sure there was no one around, he called Bai Shuang and others over.

"Inspection in the Western Zhou Dynasty, take out all the flashlights." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He himself planned to check out the car and see if it could be driven back.

In addition to the broken glass of the car, the tires were also broken, making it impossible to drive.

The adjutants cooperated in the inspection, while Yan Xin huddled in the corner, Bai Shuang protecting her.

Seeing that the matter was over, Jing Yuanzhao wanted to drive the car back reluctantly. A broken wheel can also hold up for some distance.

He walked over and looked at Yan Xin: "Are you okay?"

Yan Xin shook her head: "It's okay."

She was indeed fine, but her ears were numb from the intense gunfire, and her ears were still buzzing at the moment.

She didn't have time to feel afraid, she only knew that she had to win, otherwise she would die, she couldn't cause trouble, and so on.

"Don't be afraid, we'll go home right away." Jing Yuanzhao said, "This is close to my villa..."

He took off his shirt, planned to wrap his hands and sweep away all the broken glass in the carriage.

Yan Xin stood up to avoid it.

At this moment, Yan Xin's eyes felt something slightly unusual.

There was a gun in the dark, pointed at Jing Yuanzhao's back.

The gun was positioned low, and it was someone lying on the ground with the muzzle pointed upward.

At the critical moment, Yan Xin pounced on Jing Yuanzhao.

The bullet entered her lower back.

She had been stabbed and knew it hurt, but the pain of a bullet was a different kind of pain.

It was obvious that there was only one bullet, but her internal organs and bones seemed to have been moved and twisted into a ball.

The severe pain was like a hand reaching into her body and rubbing her internal organs desperately.

She couldn't breathe, choked and coughed several times, and wet blood poured out.

"Zhu Zhu'er, Zhu Zhu'er!" Jing Yuanzhao immediately turned around and hugged her when the gun rang out.

Bai Shuang's position was blocked by a car, and she didn't expect that there was anyone else left. When the gunshot rang out, she jumped over the car and shot the man to death.

Yan Xin looked at him.

She couldn't hear his voice clearly, and her ears were numb just now; she couldn't see his face clearly either, because the light was not good at night.

She just hurts.

She knew blood was spurting out of her mouth, which was terrifying, and she wanted to hold it back, but she needed to breathe.

The nose was not enough, and she had to breathe too much, so she could only open her mouth wide and let the blood flow like a spring, quickly soaking the skirt of her clothes.

She fell into a coma.

She couldn't say a word.

"If I die, what will happen to Mrs. Cheng and Banxia, ​​and what will happen to my dog?"

Feng Ma is smart, she can make a living; Bai Shuang was originally the young marshal's secret guard, she can go back.

Mrs. Cheng and Ban Xia had no one to rely on except her; and her two dogs...

Everyone else, no need to worry. They would feel sorry for her for a while, and then they would have a new life and meet new people.

Yan Xin is not so special that she cannot be replaced.

The eldest brother Jing Yuanzhao, he should be sad for a longer time, maybe three to five years before he really forgets her. He is not a heartless person.

Maybe even cry.

From time to time, he would go to her grave and cry, which would make her restless on her way to hell.

Yan Xin's last moment of consciousness was holding Jing Yuanzhao's hand and wanting to tell him: "Don't cry, it will be noisy."

She probably couldn't say it out, her mouth was clogged with blood.

The military hospital was in a mess.

All the military doctors were called back to the military hospital by Jing Yuanzhao and were about to treat Yan Xin.

"Fortunately, the kidneys were not injured. If the internal organs are damaged, it will be difficult to save the person."

"The situation is better than last time at Shengluzuo, but the gunshot wound is burning and the situation is critical."

"We need sulfonamide, the kind that the young doctor used to save people last time. I don't know if there are any more." The military doctor added.

Jing Yuanzhao went to see Bai Shuang.

Bai Shuang immediately said: "I still have it at home, I'll go back and get it."

Jing Yuanzhao nodded: "Go quickly."

Bai Shuang ran away in a hurry.

It was already one o'clock in the night when she returned to Songxiangyuan.

Aunt Cheng and Mama Feng didn't sleep, so Banxia was asked to rest and be on duty tomorrow morning.

The two of them sat sewing under the lamp and chatting.

When Bai Shuang came in, she heard Mrs. Cheng say: "The sour plum soup is ready and cooled. You can drink it when the lady comes back."

Feng's mother answered: "You put too much sugar in it."

"It's too sour if you put too little." Mrs. Cheng was unhappy.

Feng's mother: "It's okay, Miss. The young marshal will probably scold you."

The two of them were chatting quietly, and they were startled when they suddenly saw a figure climbing over the wall.

Seeing Bai Shuang hurriedly entering the door again, Feng's mother covered her chest: "It's Bai Shuang, why did you climb over the wall?"

——Is wall climbing one of the necessary courses in your military government’s daily training?

Bai Shuang's face turned pale: "Come back to find something."

Feng's mother keenly noticed that something was wrong with her expression and followed her into Yan Xin's bedroom: "What's going on?"

Bai Shuang: "Where is the key to this cabinet?"

"It's at my place." Feng Ma said, "I'll get it?"

Bai Shuang: "Forget it."

She raised the knife and chopped off the lock.

Mama Feng: "..."

Mrs. Cheng walked in later and was surprised: "Why did you break the lock? You are so anxious, what are you doing?"

"Something happened."

"Are you going to drink sour plum soup? The lady asked me to cook it this afternoon," Mrs. Cheng said.

When Bai Shuang thought that the lady might never be able to drink again, her heart ached. She was determined and fearless, but her hands were shaking now.

There were tears in my eyes for no apparent reason.

She turned her face, wiped away her tears, and took the sulfa: "Drink it. The lady won't be back for a few days. Wait until she comes back to cook it."

"Not coming back?" Mrs. Cheng was surprised, "Did you go out with the young commander?"

Bai Shuang didn't answer, took the remaining sulfa and left.

She didn't bother to open the door, so she climbed over the wall and left.

Sister-in-law Cheng: "...Okay, why is she always climbing over the wall?"

Feng's mother looked solemn: "That box contains medicine."

"What medicine?"

"A very expensive Western medicine. The lady said that it was this medicine that saved Shengluzuo and Sangzhi." Feng's mother said.

Sister-in-law Cheng: "No wonder the young lady hasn't come back these days. She feels like she has to save people. Amitabha, who is injured this time? It can't be the young marshal, right?"

Feng's mother glanced at her.

As a person, I will never feel that the lady is hurt. The lady must live well and live a long life.

"...It's possible." Feng's mother suppressed the questions in her heart.

The atmosphere in the Songxiang Courtyard was solemn.

The two dogs know human emotions best, and they both became quiet.