At that glance, it seemed that endless ice was shot out. A gust of ice rain fell in the hearts of the underworld, which was icy and irritating, making the whole body cold.

It was not until the two figures completely disappeared at the door that the underworld shook their bodies impatiently, and then they realized that a layer of sweat had flowed out of their bodies just now because of fear.

After the two walked out of the bar door, Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle's wound eagerly and blamed him: "Why are you doing in such a messy place? I want to indulge myself if I want to indulge myself?"

Listening to Yin Hui's scolding, Conan Doyle seemed to be a child who did something wrong and said nothing, but he took a breath from the pain when Yin Hui's hand touched the wound.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital for bandage." Yin Hui looked at the wound briefly, and found that the wound was not seriously injured, then he breathed a long sigh of relief, tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and blocked the wound.

There is a small clinic not far ahead, and there are very few people at midnight, so the doctor quickly treated the wound.

The cool wind blew, and she couldn't help but yawn.

"Let's go, find you a small hotel nearby to stay in." Yin Hui was afraid that if Conan Doyle went back, he would get cold and get infected with the wound, which would be troublesome.

Conan Doyle nodded obediently, and had not spoken, but just allowed Yin Hui's arrangements.

There is a hotel next to the small clinic. The hotel is not big, but it is not small. After touching your pocket, it only costs a few dozen yuan, so you can barely make do with it for a night.

Opened a room for her at the front desk and sent her in.

The hotel that costs fifty yuan a night is not very big, and the conditions are not good, but it is quite clean, and it can be used for heating and TV. It’s just that there is no boiling water.

"You wait a moment, I'll make you a bucket of hot water and buy midnight snacks. You can wait here." After saying that, Yin Hui turned around and was about to leave.

Conan Doyle's weak body was wrapped in a quilt and leaned against the bed, staring at CCTV with his eyes blank.

I don’t know what she was thinking, whether she was still in shock or lost face in front of her hands and felt regretful.
Chapter completed!