There is room for the reborn doctor

Chapter 134

"Second brother, the bayonet is not poisonous, I will disinfect and suture the wound for you now." Shen Chu said.

Zhan Nanwei nodded, "En!"

Shen Chuhua's voice is normal, and she is calm and gentle when she sees patients, so as to avoid causing panic and fear to patients.

As for Zhan Nanwei, he only gave a slight grace.

The two looked at each other subconsciously, and then looked away.

Actually, it was nothing, but Zhan Beichen, who had been staring at the two of them, felt that Shen Chuhua was extraordinarily gentle and the second brother also changed his usual indifference towards ordinary people, and had a pleasant face.

And heal the wounds, heal the wounds, and look at each other with a smile?

Depend on!

Yes, just looking at each other politely, Zhan Beichen felt that they were looking at each other and smiling.

Zhan Beichen's anger shot up to his hair in an instant.

The dark and deep eyes are like the ice soaked in the millennium deep pool, seeming to devour the soul of a person.

However, his anger was not noticed at the moment.

For the two people who were being treated, Zhan Beichen was like air.

……

While helping Zhan Nanwei treat the wound, Shen Chuhua said over and over again, "Thank you for your second brother's rescue today. I feel guilty for hurting my second brother!"

"Nothing." Zhan Nanwei pretended to be indifferent.

He was sitting upright, looking straight ahead.

Zhan Beichen's combat boots dangled on the coffee table, suppressing his anger.

Anesthesia, disinfection, and finally stitches.

Because the flesh and blood of Zhan Nanwei's wound turned up, it was more difficult, Shen Chuhua was extremely careful, and the treatment time was slower.

Zhan Beichen stared at the way his daughter-in-law's tender little hands were touching other men, his heart was going to explode, damn it, how could she know medical skills?

How could his daughter-in-law know medical skills?How many men do you have to touch?

Doesn't this mean Zhan Beichen's life?

Zhan Beichen was extremely upset.

At this time, Zhan Muchen and Zhang Yishan walked into the side hall through the corner door.

Zhan Muchen and Zhang Yishan took off their gale cloaks, put on one black and one brown long coats, and walked in gracefully.

Zhan Muchen held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and turned them slowly.

Seeing his father and Zhang Yishan walking in, Zhan Beichen restrained himself a bit and took his combat boots off the coffee table.

"Father, Master!" Zhan Beichen was not in a high mood, but he still called out politely.

"Father, Zhang Wusi!" Zhan Nanwei, who was receiving treatment, nodded to the two elders.

Shen Chuhua also greeted politely.

Zhan Muchen and Zhang Yishan were sitting on the sofa opposite Zhan Nanwei.

"First painting, the second child is not seriously injured, right?" Zhan Muchen's voice was hoarse and majestic.

Shen Chuhua sewed the stitches carefully while saying softly, "Father, it's not serious. After the wound is stitched up, it will be healed in a few days!"

Zhan Muchen hummed.

The hand resting on the armrest of the Italian sofa rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Fourth! Mr. Li is the benefactor of our Zhan family. You brothers all studied books and essays with him when you were young, so you can be regarded as half of your master." , Today you are killing and escorting him, it is a kindness, and he will be gratified if he knows it underground."

Zhan Beichen stared at every expression on Zhan Muchen's face with a pair of deep black eyes, as if he understood the meaning of his father's words. His father was complaining that he was too harsh on those people, and he was afraid that it would spread. The people said Make irresponsible remarks, huh!

Zhan Beichen moved his jaw and said coldly, "Father, our Zhan family has created wealth for Jiangdong over the years, leading everyone to make progress together and protecting their safety!

But today, when Mr. Li was buried for the funeral, those villains disregarded the principle that the dead are the greatest, and blatantly smashed the coffin.

(End of this chapter)