Wound Management

Qin Ya Han's face was pale as she hastily ran towards Chen Feng. She glanced at the wound on his arm and continued: "Then what about your injury?"

Chen Feng frowned and said in a cold voice, "The 5-star hotel is equipped with drugs, you go take a look. There's no need to be afraid, they've already exposed their whereabouts, and they don't dare to be too arrogant for the time being, not to mention that they've already blocked all their vision."

Qin Ya Han nodded, her heart was racing. If Chen Feng's reaction speed wasn't too fast, she would have already died.

She slowly stood up, the silk pajamas wrapping around her almost perfect figure, her pair of snow-white thighs very conspicuous. Chen Feng looked at her, and after two mouthfuls of saliva, he originally already lost a lot of blood, but now looking at those two snow-white long legs, he felt even more dizzy.