C432 The Third Storm(5)

After busying himself for five or six minutes, Gu Changfeng finally finished bandaging the wound on Zhang Tiehua's hand.

He let out a long sigh of relief and got up from the passenger seat.

Looking at his right hand covered in gauze, and then at the mess on his uniform, Zhang Tiehua's face turned pale as he asked with a trembling voice.

"That... Officer Gu, you bandaged my wound so quickly