He was still injured.

However, it is good for a heavy pregnant woman to avoid the vital points. She should be glad that she is at least not dead, and the children are in her body.

"Hurry to drag this annoying body away, which will affect my mood. By the way, help me to the medical building."

Song Yiran said slowly, but the expression on her face was not very good-looking. Her brows were frowning tightly, and cold sweat continued to appear on her pale forehead. It could be seen that her arm was hurt very much. The pain came with fatigue, which caught Song Yiran off guard.

It turns out that she is a pregnant woman. She is so old that she is so tired that she can't leave by herself after such a small activity. She may lose all her face as a killer when she says it.

At this moment, all the killers in Mingye were wondering about one question, that is, how did their wife do such a close distance to avoid shooting at such a close distance. She just wiped her arm and the other party was shot twice and was in a fatal place.

What's even more incredible is that their wife is now ten pregnant women with eight months of belly! Well, although at least they are not considered elderly.

"Let the rest continue to search, and search carefully. I don't want any fish that misses the net. If anything happens, I'm afraid I can't guarantee that I will be so lucky this time."

Song Yiran said tiredly, and her words made her subordinates cheer up immediately. Two people dealt with the bodies, several people escorted Song Yiran back to the medical building while the others continued to do the previous things.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Yiran appeared in another clinic in the medical building.

"What's the point of slapping it, just stitch it!"

Song Yiran frowned and looked at the doctor standing aside with impatient expression. His expression seemed particularly embarrassing, and his eyes swept across Song Yiran's arm that had been cleaned of blood. Because it was ten centimeters long, it needed to be sutured.

The doctor's suggestion was to take anesthetics and then suture it, but after it was said, Song Yiran refused.

"You know, I am a pregnant woman now. It doesn't matter if I take an anesthetic at this time, it's not good for the little baby in my stomach."

"But it's local anesthesia, there won't be too big a problem."

"Will there not be too big problems still mean there is a risk of problems? I don't want this to happen!"

Song Yiran rolled her eyes firmly and asked her not to be anesthetized and sutured the wound, because she was the one who was injured. She didn't think there was anything else to do. She really didn't know what the doctor had to insist on. Humph, if it weren't for the injury, she would have started suturing herself.

"Oh well."

The doctor was helpless. Although he was worried that his boss would find out that he would be miserable later, since it was his wife's own request... he could only do it.

Get your stitching needle and thread ready and start.

During the whole process, Song Yiran gritted her teeth and said nothing. Her hair had been wet with sweat, and her face was scary. She looked embarrassed, but she was also cruel and stubborn and beautiful. The doctor's movements unconsciously became smoother than usual, as if she couldn't bear to delay for a long time.

Five minutes later, the wound is sutured.

"call……"

Song Yiran breathed a long sigh of relief, and it still hurt a little no matter what. Fortunately, it was within her tolerance range.

"Bang."

Song Yiran had just put down his sleeve when the clinic door was suddenly pushed open. After seeing clearly the person coming in, Song Yiran immediately grinned and showed a bright smile.

"Hey, why are you back suddenly? Where are Su Wen and the children?"

"It's still in City W, so there is someone who protects the location and doesn't have to worry about it."

Lin Xuetong answered concisely, staring at Song Yiran with her eyes tightly. During this period, when she saw the wound on her arm, her eyes were a little colder than before. It was like the coldness of the cold winter month, which made people shivered involuntarily. Song Yiran was silently guilty and a little furious.

"That small wound has been sewn, so don't worry if you're fine."

Song Yiran spoke in a daze, his eyes still felt guilty and dodged a little. Lin Xuetong didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.

"It's really okay. If you don't believe it, you can see it yourself."

Song Yiran was a little furious when she was staring at her, and she couldn't help but bit the bullet and continued to speak to defend herself.

Lin Xuetong's disregard forcing Song Yiran to use her ultimate move: "Xiao Lin is still in the operation, shouldn't you wait outside the operating room?"

He bit his lip and continued: "The situation was really dangerous at that time. You see, the operation has been going on for several hours and it has not ended yet. Hurry up and wait outside the operating room. Maybe the operation will be over in a while."

Song Yiran almost roared and said, "Sister Xuetong, I beg you, hurry up and remove your terrible eyes."

"You stay here and rest."

After Lin Xuetong said that, she turned around and left with a cold face. Even after she left, the low pressure in the ward did not decrease. Song Yiran raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. The sticky feeling made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

Tsk, I really want to take a shower.

"There is no way to contact Xiao Lin."

Li Shaoyan frowned, and the anxiety and anxiety in his heart appeared again. The constant palpitations made him unable to calm down. He was anxious as soon as he thought about something might happen in the base.

"Isn't something wrong?"

Song Ming also frowned tightly, and his tough face was also full of worries. But even if he was anxious, it would be useless. They had just taken off for less than three hours and arrived in City A at least the next day.

Li Shaoyan frowned and his slender fingers fumbled the metal edge of the phone.

"I'll try again."

After saying that, Li Shaoyan took out his phone and tried to contact others. He didn't know what was going on, but there was no one in the communication room in the base.

"I remember there is a notification speaker in the base, right?"

Song Xiaobao, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. Li Shaoyan thought for a while and nodded: "Is there, what's wrong?"

"Give me three minutes."

After Song Xiaobao finished speaking, he took out his tablet and stared at the screen intently, and his hands quickly touched it. The dense English letters on the screen were constantly changing. Li Shaoyan stared at it for a few seconds before he could react.

"Are you hacking into the base's firewall?"

"The speaker is controlled by a computer, so it is more convenient to do this."

Song Xiaobao said without raising his head, and Li Shaoyan almost twitched his mouth. He only now realized that the firewall of his base was in the hands of his son for less than three minutes. This deep sense of frustration made him powerless and at the same time relieved.

Look, his son is even better than him!

Three minutes, no more or less. After confirming that the signal is unimpeded, Song Xiaobao handed the tablet to Li Shaoyan, and then leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Li Shaoyan was speechlessly silent for a moment and had to accept the facts.

"Hey, I seem to hear something."

Song Yiran frowned with confusion, and listened carefully for a while before he was sure that he had really heard Li Shaoyan's voice. He... well, he asked himself to contact him.

hateful.

As things happened one after another, she forgot to contact Li Shaoyan and ask about his situation.

Song Yiran was quite upset and smashed his temples with his own fist, then took out his phone to make a special frequency, then turned out the number and called it.

"Ranran, is it you?"

"Um."

Song Yiran replied lazily, tilted her head to look at her bandaged arm. She couldn't help but think in her heart how ugly it would be if it had scars.

"McLaune is dead, we are on the way back."

"Die? It's too easy, right? Didn't you punish him severely?"

Song Yiran almost jumped. She hated McLaun who killed Fu Zilie. At this moment, she was not happy at all even when she heard the news of his death. Instead, she was full of regret. Because she could not kill McLaun with her own hands, even if he died, she would not relieve her hatred.

Li Shaoyan knew that Song Yiran would say this, so he would just repeat McLaun’s last situation.

On this side, Song Yiran's expression was dumbfounded.

"And there is also this fantasy thing, it's really a shame to repay the truth. The perverted and crazy beast died so miserably, I can rest assured now."

Song Yiran sneered at the beast, with a harsh pleasure after revenge in his tone.

"How is Xiao Lin? Is the operation over?"

"No, it's still going on. But I should be happy. Although it seems dangerous, I don't think anything big will happen."

"It's fine. Are you injured?"

"Well……"

Song Yiran was silent, what should she answer?

"What's wrong? Is something happening? Or are you injured?"

Li Shaoyan's tone suddenly increased a lot, with anger and worry. He frowned tightly. Even Song Ming and Song Xiaobao on the side became not very good. They stared at the phone in Li Shaoyan's hand with two eyes.

"Ranran, speak. Hurry up, I'm very worried about you."

"Well, I'm not doing anything either. I just quilted my arm. I've cleaned it up now, it's all a trivial matter. Now the matter has basically been dealt with, I'm just waiting for you, Xiaobao and brother to come back. By the way, my brother is fine, right?"

Hearing Song Yiran's concern, Song Ming snatched the phone from Li Shaoyan without saying hello.

"I'm fine, and by chance I became the second person who has successfully transformed genetically. Your injury is really not serious? Is it safe now? Be careful not to miss the net."

Song Ming was very worried and gave a reminder to the phone again, and stopped before Song Yiran was about to ask Qingtian speechlessly.

"Brother, please give my son the phone."

In order to avoid continuing to listen to his brother's longing, Song still decisively chose to communicate with his son.

What she didn't expect was that her son spoke was similar to Song Ming and Li Shaoyan's attitude. Although his tone was still plain and could tell some feelings, the effect was much better than Song Ming and Li Shaoyan's.

"Come back quickly, our family of four happily find a beautiful place to give birth."

Leaving this sentence, Song Yiran happily ended the call.

"Xiao Lin's operation is over."

Lin Xuetong pushed the door and walked in. The good news from her mouth made Song Yiran's eyes lit up: "Is that so good? Is he doing anything? What does the doctor say?"

"Fortunately, just rubbing the lung lobes does not cause much damage. It will be almost done if you stay in bed for a while."

"Huh, it's okay. If something really happened to Xiao Lin, I'd still feel guilty."

Song Yiran said with relief, then looked up and looked at Lin Xuetong with a strange smile: "Sisters, how do you feel now? Do you feel sad and regret when you see Xiao Lin lying on the hospital bed while injured and dying? Do you feel that you can't do without him?"

The answer to Song Yiran was Lin Xuetong's unceremonious cold face and a loud noise from closing the door.

"Tsk tsk, you need to be shy."
Chapter completed!