The man lying in front of the car was Yan Zihui, but he was not hit by the car, but was shot on the shoulder and lost too much blood and would faint. If it were someone else, Yi Huan would just take the person to the hospital and get the matter done, but Yan Zihui couldn't do it. He had gunshot wounds on his body, which shows that he was in danger and she could not let someone arrest him.

"Filed, this is my friend. Please help me and find a reliable private clinic." Yi Huan is not familiar with the place in Washington, and now the only one she can ask for help is Filed, the local driver.

A veteran driver who had served the Sarah family for twenty years, Filid knew very well that those things were what he should ask, and those things he should not ask, "Dr. Parva's clinic is nearby, and I drove the lady over."

"Thank you." Yi Huan helped Yan Zi back into the car with the unconscious.

Yi Haoran and Mu Xiaofeng didn't say much, one got into the co-pilot and the other got into the back seat. The car drove quickly in the dark. Not long after the car left, a group of men in military uniforms came, "He was injured and should not run far. Search the area around."

Those people scattered and searched the corners. Yi Huan naturally didn't know all this. After checking carefully, she found that it was not a piercing injury, and the bullet was still left in Yan Zihui's body. Because the weather was cold, the blood stopped flowing, but Yan Zihui's face was pale and his lips were black. The injury became colder, and the situation was very bad.

"Xuanling, Xuanling, wake up." Yi Huan took off the coat on his body and covered him. Yan Zihui was unconscious, his eyes closed and his breathing was weak.

Yi Haoran and Mu Xiaofeng exchanged glances. It seemed that the little aunt (sister) had a close relationship with this man. Could it be their little aunt (sister)?

The car stopped at the door of the clinic. At this time, the clinic was closed. Feilid stepped forward and knocked on the door. Soon the lights in the clinic were on and the door opened. A middle-aged tall man with a bearded face stood at the door. "Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

"Doctor Parva, it's me, Felid." Felid spoke while helping Yan Zi back into the house.

Dr. Pavwa did not fail to take the emergency room. He waited for someone to enter, closed the door, glanced at him, saw that it was three eastern holes, and frowned and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Gullshot wound." Filider said directly.

"Filed, are you trying to kill me?" Dr. Parva lowered his voice.

"All of them are people who know the truth. Do you need to say this? Save people quickly." Filid knew Dr. Pavva's background. This kind of thing was not done often, but he could do it three or four times a month. Now he pretended to be a good citizen.

Dr. Pavva pointed to the operating room and "help it inside."

Yi Haoran and Mu Xiaofeng helped Yan Zi back and Yi Huan wanted to follow in. Dr. Pava stopped her, "Miss, it will be a bit bloody to take out the bullet."

"I'm not afraid." Yi Huan was worried if he didn't stare.

"Keep quiet." Dr. Pavva walked in with the medicine box.

The process of retrieving bullets is as Dr. Pavva said, it is indeed bloody. The bullet is inside the flesh. In order to take out the bullets, he must first use a scalpel to cut the wound wider, and then use medical pliers to clip the bullets out. The bullets are shot in at high speed, so it is not easy to take them out. Dr. Pavva gritted his teeth and used great strength to remove the bullets. The blood kept flowing out, dyeing the cotton balls and gauze red. Yi Huan frowned when he saw them. Can you only use this kind of brute force?

Yan Zihui woke up from pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright lamp. He didn't know where he was on his body for a moment, but as a soldier's alertness, he was about to jump up. At this time, he pressed his hands down, "Xuanling, don't move around. The bullet has just been taken out, and the doctor is applying medicine to you."

"Huan'er?" Yan Zi looked back at the person in front of him, unable to believe it, "Am I dreaming?"

"I don't feel pain in my dreams. Do you still remember what happened before you fainted?" Yi Huan asked.

Yan Zi thought about it and said, "You are sitting in that car."

"Fortunately, I met me, otherwise the Northeast Army would lose a young commander." Yi Huan said with a complaint.

"I'm a tough life, and the King of Hell dare not accept it." Yan Zi replied and joked.

Yi Huan snorted softly, "You are lucky." He is also lucky. If he hadn't met her or someone else, he would have been caught now, right?

Dr. Phava has good medical skills. He took out the bullet, cleaned the wound, applied medicine, helped Yan Zi bandage it back, drank three medicines for him, and took a few bags of medicine for Yi Huan and said, "He has a deep wound and is cold again. He is very likely to have a fever. This is a fever-reducing medicine. Remember to take it to him..."

Yi Huan remembered it all, and then said, "Thank you doctor, the doctor, I'll go to the next day..." He looked at Filid, and changed his words, "I will send it to you in person." He originally wanted Filid to give it to him, but he was afraid that Filid would take the money for himself, so he misunderstood that she would not pay the money, and told the matter out in anger. That would bring trouble to Yan Zi and Sarah's family.

"Thank you, Miss." Dr. Parva smiled, knowing that it would definitely not be a small number.

After leaving the clinic and getting in the car, Yi Huan was a little worried. Yan Zi returned to this situation and wanted to take care of him by his side, but she could not take him to the Sarah's house, and she had to rush back to the Sarah's house as soon as possible, otherwise it would definitely cause suspicion.

"Huan'er, send me to No. 75, Nia Street." Although Yan Zihui didn't know why Yi Huan was still on the street so late, she knew that she couldn't take him back.

"Filid, take a shortcut to No. 75 Nya Street." Yi Huan used foreign language.

"Okay, Miss." Filid responded.

Yi Huan changed to Chinese and replied to Yan Zi: "Xuanling, I will stay in Washington for ten days. Can I find you when I go to Nia Street?"

"Don't go find me, I'll find a way to find you." Yan Zihui didn't want to bring danger to Yi Huan.

"I want to find someone to take care of you. I'm afraid that you will have a fever for a while, and you will not take medicine by yourself if you are confused." Yi Huan said worriedly.

"Don't worry, someone is taking care of me there." Yan Zi went back to grab her hand.

"That's good." Yi Huan understood that he was injured, so he didn't pull out his hand and let him hold it.

Soon he arrived at No. 75, Nya Street. Yi Huan got out of the car first, then reached out to help Yan Zi back. Yan Zi smiled and said, "Huan'er, I was shot in the shoulder."

"Are you really okay?" Yi Huan frowned slightly, and she was really worried.

"I can, don't worry, get in the car quickly, it's cold outside." Yan Zi put the coat on Yi Huan's shoulder with one hand.

"Take the medicine, I'll leave." Yi Huan put on her coat and got into the car.

Yan Zi looked back at the car leaving, put his right hand gently on the wound on his left shoulder, and slowly walked into the alley between No. 75 and No. 76 of Nya Street. Soon his figure was hidden by the night.

Should I visit Mrs. Tatu? But I wonder if Kelly lives with Mrs. Tatu? Even if I live together, I wouldn’t take home the secrets of design drawings, right? Even if I get the drawings back to China, can I build a plane with the current military-industrial level of China?

Yi Huan threw the book aside in dismay and rolled onto the bed. What should she do?

After thinking about it, Yi Huan finally decided to visit Mrs. Tatu. Even though Kelly did not live with Mrs. Tatu, even if Kelly would not bring the drawings home, even if Huaxia could not make a plane with the drawings, there were drawings and hopes, maybe it could be made? Moreover, she often interacted with them and became familiar with them. Maybe she had the opportunity to enter and exit the aircraft design room, and then...

The opportunity was reserved for the prepared person. Yi Huan got up from the bed, picked up a set of clothes for going out, grabbed a small bag, ran downstairs, but saw Yi Xin sitting on the sofa reading a book and said, "Sister Three, I'll go out."

"Where are you going?" Yi Xin asked with his head raised.

"Shopping." Yi Huan laughed.

"What do you want to buy?" Yi Xin asked.

"Just just go for a walk and buy whatever you like." Yi Huan replied,

"Do you have money?" Yi Xin asked again.

"Yes, I'll be back later and I'll cook delicious food for you." Yi Huan said as she walked out.

"Okay." Yi Xin smiled.

Yi Huan went out and hired a taxi to go straight to Citibank at the intersection. She didn't know the price of the camera, but it was safer to put it on her. After withdrawing the money, Yi Huan went to the commercial street. When she went shopping with Monica last time, she saw a shop that bought a camera.

Yi Huan found the store, but saw the big camera inside, frowned and asked the clerk: "Is there a smaller camera? I can't lift it up." The main reason is that it's difficult to hide.

"Yes, but the price is a bit expensive." The clerk saw that she was young and was a little worried that she was stealing the family's money.

"Take it to me first." Yi Huan said with no wealth and integrity that the price was not a problem.

The clerk took out a camera from the cabinet that was nearly half smaller than those placed on the counter. Of course, it was still not small. Yi Huan wanted to buy the kind of spy I saw in the TV series, a small, micro camera used by spies, that can be put into his pocket. "Is there anything smaller than this?"

"I'm sorry, miss, there's nothing younger than this one. This is a new product that was launched last month, and there are only three left in the store." The clerk smiled regretfully.

Yi Huan had no choice but to go back to the end of the art. She could only buy it first, put the camera in the bag she carried with her, left the store, looked around, and had no intention of wandering around, and decided to go back. When she walked to an alley, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled it into the alley. Yi Huan screamed in fright, but as soon as she screamed, she was covered by the man's mouth.

"Huan'er, it's me." Yan Zi replied.

The fear in Yi Huan's eyes faded. Yan Zi let go of her hand covering her mouth. Yi Huan gasped and complained in a low voice: "You scared me to death."

"Sorry." Yan Zihui didn't want to do this, but it was not convenient for him to show up.

"How is your injury?" Yi Huan asked.
Chapter completed!