What kind of wound is this?

Luo Yongsheng also felt a little scared when he looked at it. He leaned over and looked carefully, turned his head to Jiang Xiao and said, "Xiao Jiang, this doesn't look like a gunshot wound."

Because the size of the wound looked a bit like a bullet injury, he immediately decided whether it was a gunshot wound, but it didn't look very similar.

Jiang Xiao walked over and looked over.

As soon as I got closer, there was not only a little bloody smell, but also a little weird smell.

"Xiaoxiao, Yuequn, what's going on?" Jiang Songhai was extremely shocked.

How could there be such injuries?

How did this injury come about?

"I don't know now." Jiang Xiao said, but she felt that something was definitely not right. In addition to what Zhao Xin said on the phone before, she vaguely felt that this might also have something to do with the research.

The people from the institute have penetrated into the prison.

She felt that she should talk to Meng Xinian and Yang Zhiqi immediately.

"I'll get him some medicine first. Lao Luo, please watch him here." Jiang Xiao pulled Jiang Songhai's arm, "Grandpa, don't stay here."

Jiang Songhai can't help here either.

"Xiaoxiao, Yuequn..."

Jiang Songhai was taken out by her, but she was still worried.

Jiang Xiao said: "I will find a way to save him. Grandpa, don't worry, don't tell me about this."

She thought about it and said, "I will call to inquire about Chen Zhu, and I will tell you immediately if there is any news."

Jiang Songhai was much more relieved when he heard her say this. He knew that Jiang Xiao could at least do what he said. Since she had agreed to inquire about Chen Zhu, there would definitely be news.

He felt relieved and worried that Jiang Xiao was so hard that he didn't even care about his mother's life and death.

He has nothing to say about whether he recognizes this or not, but he has reached the threshold of life and death, so people can't keep resentment on their backs.

When he thought of Chen Zhu, he felt extremely heavy.

What if she really dies?

Not even forty people.

Jiang Songhai was very sad, and his eyes turned red when he turned around. After all, he was also the daughter he once held in his palm. He was not a plant or a tree.

Jiang Xiao got some medicine when she arrived at the room. After thinking about it, she still took a bottle of ordinary water and dripped a drop of spiritual spring water into it.

She never thought that one day she would take action to save the people from the Lao Jiang family.

But at this time she would not let Jiang Yuequn die, because he might be the head of a clue, and if you are careful, you might pull out a bunch of them.

As long as she can hit the institute with a heavy blow, she doesn't mind saving Jiang Yuequn once.

When he went out, Shi Xiaoqing was waiting not far outside her room. As soon as he saw her coming out, Shi Xiaoqing walked towards her with a serious face, lowered his voice, and said, "Xiaoxiao, the person you brought in seemed to have a poison smell on his body. That kind of thing should be found only by the research institute."

She smelled it.

Jiang Xiao had already suspected that this matter had to do with the research community, and now she felt even more certain when she heard Shi Xiaoqing say this.

"Yeah, I know."

"Be careful. If you want to apply medicine to him, I will do it." Shi Xiaoqing looked at the medicine bag she was holding and reached out to take it. "The toxins on their side may sometimes be infected when they touch their blood."

So she didn't want Jiang Xiao to take such a risk.
Chapter completed!