Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

Bats sit in the cave, and flowers come up from the sky.

Batman's freshly bandaged wound opened again, the air pressure around him dropped eight degrees, his pale lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and when he looked at Xiao Hualuo, those sharp and deep steel blue eyes With the meaning of scrutiny.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little scary.

It wasn't until the tearing pain in his chest took hold of his mind again that Bruce noticed the sharp throbbing and bleeding in his lungs enough to affect the next night's patrol, maybe even the next week.

After confirming that the little guy can keep his balance, Batman released the palm that was holding Xiao Hualuo and the fat squirrel, and calmly motioned: "...Alfred."

Alfred pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said calmly: "Judging from the amount of bleeding, the wound should have been completely torn, and the stitches need to be removed and re-sutured."

Mr. Steward's gentle gaze slowly moved away from the wound torn by his unwary master, and landed on Xiao Hualuo who caused all this with a sense of scrutiny and vigilance.

Ruan Ruan moved her palm belatedly, and found that the medical gauze under her palm had been completely stained red, and her fingertips and Yunluo's tail were also stained with crimson blood.

Xiao Hualuo blinked helplessly, her voice was soft and timid, and there was a little water in her deer-like pure eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The injured black-haired man didn't speak, and his gloomy and cold expression was not even a little softer when facing a soft and cute little girl like a bunny like Ruan Ruan.

He was sitting on the dark leather chair, his posture looked very relaxed, but his breath was long and powerful, and he was obviously ready to enter the battle in the shortest possible time.

If it weren't for the blood seeping through his chest, and the qi and blood that continued to decline in a relatively stable state, Ruan Ruan really couldn't tell that he was seriously injured, and his mental and physical state were not enough to support his violent exercise.

Ruan Ruan fell docilely in the black-haired man's cold embrace like a deer, not sure if his next move would make him violent suddenly, so he didn't act rashly.

The little girl softened her voice, tried her best to make herself soft from voice to body, and comforted her with the weakest and most obedient posture: "Sorry, I have no hostility."

The expression of the black-haired man was not gentle at all, he was still staring at Xiao Hualuo with deep eyes, the bat dart was already caught on his fingertips, he didn't want to doubt such an immature child, but the way she appeared was so unusual.

Batman has this kind of ability, he can say all interrogative sentences in a positive tone: "Is it space magic?"

Ruan Ruan shook her head in denial, and said incomprehensibly, "I don't know what happened, but I came here all of a sudden."

It was the first time she met a Cheng Nan who didn't buy into a "cute" like a loli at all, and he was as cold as a cannonball.

But Brother Pao in Tangjiabao is so cold, why doesn't he want to hug and hold his junior sisters and little poisonous radishes high?

Before the black-haired man wanted to say anything else, the little girl observed his pale lips due to excessive blood loss, and kindly reminded: "Hero, I know you have many questions, but if you don't treat your wound , Maybe these questions will never be able to be said."

She thought for a while, then added softly: "I'm here to find someone, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid..."

Mr. Housekeeper held up the needle and thread used for suturing, and said in agreement: "You must admit that the lady is right, Master Bruce, your wound must be stitched up immediately."

Bruce's cold lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, and he let out an "um" from his nasal cavity by default.

Then Mr. Housekeeper's eyes fell on Xiao Hualuo again, and he slightly emphasized his tone: "You don't have to feel guilty, the gentleman will forgive your unintentional mistake, lovely lady, but it seems that one o'clock in the morning is not a suitable time to visit."

He calmly gestured: "Master Bruce, if you don't mind, can you change the position of your new guest a little bit so that your poor old butler can stitch up your wounds for you, after all, I have reached the age where my eyesight is dim."

... He obviously said this to Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan blinked, and after confirming that the other party was not threatening at all, she obediently jumped off the black-haired man's strong thigh, and Luo Feng was hanging on her waist intact.

Alfred untied the blood-soaked gauze on Bruce's chest, revealing the rolled-up wound. The catgut sutured on the edge of the wound had broken and was bleeding slightly, and the wounded man's face was as white as paper.

Ruan Ruan's expression couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't expect his injury to be so serious. He couldn't help but let out a small "Yeah" and said guiltily, "It's so serious..."

Little Bonsai felt a little guilty, she was the one who broke into other people's territory, and faced with two old, weak, sick and disabled ordinary people who did not practice martial arts, she really shouldn't doubt each other like this, and even delayed the diagnosis and treatment time of the patient .

Along with Mr. Butler's movement of removing the sutures, blue veins gradually burst out on the forehead of the black-haired man, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and dripped into his well-defined abdominal muscles.

...The wound is so torn, why doesn't he cry out in pain?

Xiao Hualuo gently held his hand, and under the suddenly sharp eyes of the wounded knight, she pursed her lips and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, you can call out if it hurts, it's not shameful at all, I'll help you How about blowing it?"

There are only patients in front of the doctor, even if Ruan Ruan is just an unqualified doctor, what's more, they are not in the opposing camp, but just two weak ordinary people.

Ruan Ruan recalled the two kinds of wounded he had seen.

One is that the military master I saw when I went to the free clinic in the military camp, hooked up with Senior Brother Pei, and opened his mouth, "Whoever is with you, Dr. Pei, if it hurts, I yelled, ah, oh shit, it hurts."

One is the Gao Leng Daoist who came to ask a doctor from Chunyang Palace. After getting the needle, he was sweating coldly while beating Senior Brother Chi Ling with his sword and scolded him, "I'm not a son of man, it's a human thing to take advantage of the opportunity!"

Ruan Ruan's eyes fell on the medicine box. Her medical skills are not good, and she doesn't know much about the surgical equipment, but isn't the technique of hemostasis and suture too primitive?

When Alfred removed the broken sutures and was about to suture the wound again, Ruan Ruan finally couldn't stand this ultra-primitive medical technique that didn't even read a single article.

Xiao Hualuo let go, and under the shocked gazes of Bruce and Alfred, she took out Lanting Xiangxue from the package: "...wait a minute, maybe I can help a little?"

Ruan Ruan's Luofeng will only point to the rebels of the Anshi Rebellion or the perpetrators who have done many evils, such as Shi Siming from Anlu Mountain who provoked the war, and the traitor Kang Xuezhu from Wanhua Valley.

Wanhuagu's weapons must not be aimed at two weak ordinary people, especially injured and elderly ordinary people.

Alfred looked at his master asking for instructions.

But Ruan Ruan didn't give them a chance to refuse at all, and the little girl didn't think about the possibility of being rejected. After all, in Datang, normal people would not refuse the love from the nanny.

"Nothing goes deep, but Yang Qi comes out."

Lanting Xiangxue circled around the little girl's white fingertips, a fresh and elegant light green sharp edge burst out from the exquisite and gorgeous pen body, and the inner strength and outward appearance were like a thick ink, entangled and collided with each other to create flying strokes blade.

Lijing Yidao Zhong Taisu nine needles, it is not difficult to live dead human flesh and bones, not to mention that there is no reduction treatment here.

When the gentle force of holding the needle, with a vibrant green feeling, penetrated silently into the fleshy wound, the cold sweat on Bruce's forehead finally stopped appearing, and he found that most of the sharp pain disappeared in an instant.

"...It seems that this is your special ability."

Bruce's eyes were deep and complicated, and he watched the little girl who suddenly appeared in the Batcave carefully.

——She is only seven or eight years old at most, her eyes are pure but innocent, as immature and lovely as a young deer in the forest, and the vintage dress is hung with exquisite and precious silver ornaments, she looks like she was pampered and raised by the upper class little princess.

But she is definitely not an ordinary person, this kind of healing ability is very rare, and no matter what, Bruce will not ignore the way she came, she is like a hazy collection of stars, falling lightly on his chest.

The effect of holding the needle was immediate, and the torn wound was almost healed, but Ruan Ruan was not satisfied, and said solemnly: "It's strange, why didn't holding the needle stop the bleeding?"

Indeed, the wound has begun to heal, but the speed is very slow, and blood is still oozing from time to time. Although the blood of the black-haired man has recovered a little, it continues to lose.

Ruan Ruan was still puzzled, Yunluo on her shoulder suddenly jumped up, and jumped onto the black-haired man's abdomen, waving her chubby claws vigorously, trying to attract the little master's attention.

Ruan Ruan pinched its paw pads, and bent down to check on her beloved pet cooperatively: "Yunluo, did you find anything?"

It's not that Ruan Ruan is self-effacing, but to be honest, Yunluo's medical skills are better than Ruan Ruan's, and it can understand prescriptions.

The little chubby squirrel hugged his big hairy tail aggrievedly, and "squeaked" to lick the wound of the wounded, but before cleaning it twice, the little guy jumped up as if his hair was blown up, facing Ruan Ruan " Bah, bah, bah." Wiping his little mouth vigorously.

Ruan Ruan touched some blood with her fingertips, and sniffed it lightly with her nose. She found that there was a strange smell in the blood oozing from the wound. She could tell that it was not a medicine to promote wound healing, but more like some kind of blood. Chronic poison.

Xiao Hualuo said affirmatively: "You are poisoned."

The black-haired man showed a look of confirmation, which was one of the reasons why he didn't have the energy to ask Ruan Ruan more, because he had to concentrate on fighting the scarecrow's neurotoxin.

As long as his spirit relaxes a little bit, those hallucinations will come back immediately.

Ruan Ruan, an unqualified doctor, pursed her lips and made a major decision. For the first time in her life, she violated her conscience. Lion opened her mouth and said, "Bruce Chevalier, I can help you detoxify, but the consultation fee is paid by one person. "

"I want Batman," she said.