Song Que was just about to say, "Let's go," when he saw the young man fall straight down.
"Hey, hey, hey, it looks like a fraud." Ermao ran over to check it out, "What should I do? It's still breathing. Should I save it?"
Song Que frowned, she didn't want to cause trouble.
"Why don't we send him to the hospital? Then we can leave."
"Okay." Ermao was about to carry the person away when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man.
"I'm on a secret mission and can't go to the hospital." The man said and fainted.
"Secret mission? What does this guy do?" Ermao reached out and started touching the man, ready to check if there were any ID documents.
"If you use more strength, you will crush the person to death. Get out of the way." Song Que stepped forward, "See if there is any survivor."
"Okay." Ermao ran inside to take a look, and confirmed that everyone inside was dead. He ran back and shook his head to Song Que.
Song Que used his wood-related abilities to repair the man's body, at least stopping the bleeding so he wouldn't die.
"Are you okay?" Ermao squatted beside Song Que.
Song Que nodded, "He's definitely not going to die, but if he's found by the people who wanted to kill him before, then it'll be his bad luck."
"Yeah." Ermao had no intention of saving anyone. The two were getting ready to leave when Ermao suddenly noticed a photo on the man's chest, which was sewn into a small pocket on his vest.
It was revealed when the clothes were torn during the fight.
Ermao pulled out the photo curiously, "Could it be a photo of my wife?"
"You just owe it to me. It's my fault..." Song Que stopped talking abruptly. Both of them were stunned. The photo showed a man and Zhou Yubai.
They were both wearing military uniforms, with their shoulders hooked, looking very intimate.
Song Que and Ermao looked at each other and said, "Looks like my brother-in-law's friend."
"Well, take him back." Song Que raised his hand and directly put the unconscious man into the space.
Ermao quickly cleared up the traces of the three of them, got on his bicycle and returned to the courtyard with Song Que. On the way back, they also met Song Que's neighbors.
Song Que greeted the neighbors warmly before entering the house with Ermao.
It looks like a relative's child has come to the house.
After entering the room, Song Que took the man out of the space and threw him to Ermao, "Go wash him and wash off the blood on his body."
"Just charge, can you let me kill him?" Ermao was still a little worried. After all, he was his brother-in-law's friend, and it would not be good to kill him.
"Don't worry, I've used my wood-related supernatural powers to repair him. Once he's washed clean, I'll apply some hemostatic packs and he'll be fine in a few days." Song Que said calmly. Although she didn't cure the man, she could guarantee that he wouldn't die.
Man: Thank you so much for not dying...
Half an hour later, Ermao washed the man thoroughly inside and out, and asked Song Que for medicine to bandage his entire body. The man was seriously injured, with countless wounds of varying sizes.
There was also an injury from a few months ago, which has now become festering because it has not healed well.
Ermao was all dealt with smoothly.
"Do you have any clothes?" Ermao asked. It would be bad to leave people naked.
"Do I look like someone who would leave clothes for a man?" Song Que put her arms around her chest. The man was covered with a thin blanket at the moment, but it was not difficult to see that he had a good figure.
Song Que wanted to whistle, but Ermao covered his mouth.
"Okay, don't flirt with other men in front of me. I'm jealous. You should at least wait for the young master to grow up." Ermao pushed Song Que out. "Go and see if the boss is awake. She has a shopping mall."
Bang.
Closed the business at a profit of 2%.
Song Que, who was locked outside the door, chuckled. What a domineering little thing.
She turned around and went to look for Shen Qingli. Shen Qingli had just woken up and yawned as she went out to find water. As soon as she went out, she smelled blood in the air.
Tsk…
Shen Qingli vomited.
This was the first time Shen Qingli had morning sickness since she became pregnant. She went to the bathroom and vomited violently.
Song Que hurriedly followed, "Boss, are you okay?"
"No... Ugh..."
Song Que hurried out to open the doors and windows, and then neatly took out a purifier from the space and purified the house.
Shen Qingli finally stopped vomiting, and felt weak and frail.
Song Que helped her sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water.
After a long pause, Shen Qingli finally spoke, "Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
Song Que briefly described their experience when they went shopping.
"Are you familiar with Yubai?"
"Well, they look quite intimate." Song Que took out the photo, which had blood stains on it.
Shen Qingli's overwhelming feeling of nausea came over her again, and she began to vomit again.
Song Que hurriedly held the photo far away and said, "I'll deal with it and give it to you later." After that, he flashed into the space, cleaned the bloodstains on the photo with chemicals, sniffed it carefully, and made sure there was no smell of blood before leaving the space.
Shen Qingli exhaled twice and reached out to take the photo.
The two men in the photo are full of vigor and vitality, and it seems that they have just joined the army not long ago. Shen Qingli knows that the friendship between comrades-in-arms is the purest and most firm.
After all these years, this person still keeps their photos with him, and it seems that he cherishes their friendship very much.
But after all, so many years have passed and no one knows what happened in the meantime.
"I'll go back and ask Yu Bai first." Shen Qingli didn't want to guess blindly. No matter what, this man was a soldier and should be saved.
"By the way, boss, Ermao took off his clothes. Please find him some clothes that are similar in size to my brother-in-law's." Song Que said.
"Okay." Shen Qingli flashed into the space and came out quickly.
Song Que held the clothes and threw them to Ermao.
Ermao is for men to wear.
"Queque, why doesn't he wake up yet? Do we need to call the boss to come over and check on him?" Ermao asked.
"The boss vomited violently when he smelled the blood, so don't..." Before Song Que finished his words, Shen Qingli walked in wearing a mask.
"Let me see."
"The boss is still smart. If you can't smell the blood, just wear a mask." Ermao made way with a smile, and did not forget to raise an eyebrow at Song Que.
Song Que: This kid really deserves a beating.
Shen Qingli ignored the undercurrents of her two lively characters, reached out to press the man's pulse, and sighed after a while.
"What's wrong, boss? Is he going to die?" Ermao walked over and asked.
"He has an old illness, he hasn't had enough rest recently, and he was seriously injured. He needs to take good care of his body, otherwise he won't live long." Shen Qingli stood up.
"Boss, why did you leave him here at Songque?" Ermao glanced at the man on the bed. After a closer look, he found that the guy was actually quite good-looking, and had a good figure, too.
"He cannot be moved for the time being. Let him stay with Queque first. I will go back and ask Yubai about his identity." Shen Qingli said.
"I'm here too." Ermao sat directly next to the man.
"What are you doing here?" Song Que glared at Ermao.
"I'm worried about him. What if Song Que goes wild? I have to protect our male comrades." Ermao said righteously.
Song Que: Where is my knife!
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