"Yes!"
In Jiang Guangrong's SUV, Zhang Xianhai drove steadily while Miyamoto Keiko sat quietly in the front passenger seat, eyes closed. Qin Yanran treated Jiang Guangrong's back wound with great care.
Qin Yanran first applied the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine just bought from a roadside pharmacy to Jiang Guangrong's wound and then wrapped him in thick gauze.
Jiang Guangrong glanced at him, looking like he was wrapped in a mummy, and couldn't help but laugh: "Kid, is this a gauze bandage or a mummy movie?"
Qin Yanran and Zhang Xianhai were both amused by Jiang Guangrong.
Jiang Guangrong put on his jacket and glanced outside the car window: "Find a place to stop for a toilet! Zhang Xianhai, you follow me. Keiko, you stay in the car to protect Yanran!"
The three nodded. Zhang Xianhai parked by the roadside, immediately got out, opened Jiang's car door, and took Jiang to find a toilet.
Only Qin Yanran and Miyamoto Keiko were left in the car.
