Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 292 For fear of Mu Qi being spoiled
The doctor who was called over struggled for a while, re-sewed up Mu Qi's separated wound, and was able to escape from Professor Zeng's question after sentence.

"The nurses here don't do their bed rounds wholeheartedly. I think we'll take turns guarding Xiao Qi before he wakes up."

Professor Zeng really treats Mu Qi as his own child.

He smelled the smell of disinfectant left in the house, and was aroused again:

"Don't let me find out which bastard tortoise sneaked into Xiao Qi's ward, otherwise, Professor Ben will catch someone, let's see if I don't kill him."

When the doctor sewed it up just now, they said that the wound was at risk of re-infection, so they were always paying attention to whether Mu Qi would have a fever and convulsions.

These days, fever can be fatal.

Even in hospitals in Kyoto, fever-reducing drugs are scarce.

Thinking of this, he strode out of the ward, walked to the door, and said:
"Sister Ma, I'll go out and find the dean, and ask him to approve a note for me, so that I can go and get some antipyretics for Xiaoqi."

Ma Yuehong, who was dipping a cotton swab in water to moisten Mu Qi's lips, said gratefully:
"I'm going to trouble you again."

Professor Zeng waved his hand:
"My sister is being polite again."

"It took me most of my life to meet Xiao Qi, a student who suits my wishes and is extremely smart. I even pointed out that I would hand over all my life's learning to him, and let him take care of me in retirement."

He walked away with great strides.

Boss Mu, who came back from fetching water with the washbasin, closed the door of the ward. According to Ma Yuehong's instructions, he planned to wipe Mu Qi's face first, and then his body.

Cover Mu Qi's face with a wrung wet towel, and carefully wipe it from forehead to chin. When it transfers to his neck, he suddenly let out a cry:
"Why is there a small piece of white powder on the fourth brother's neck?"

He lowered his head and took a closer look, still muttering:
"The powder is fine and fine, and it looks like the powder that western-style lesbians in the city throw on their faces."

"The thing on the face of the lesbian went to the neck of the fourth child?"

He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes widened all of a sudden.

Then without further ado, he began to button Mu Qi's jacket. Ma Yuehong, who had turned around and was in a daze, saw it from the corner of her eye. She walked over in two or three steps and patted him on the back of his hand:
"What are you doing?"

"You just had an operation on your fourth leg, so can't you move more lightly?"

She snatched Mu Qi's button from Boss Mu's hand, and slowly unbuttoned it gently.

Boss Mu touched his nose:
"I'm not excited for a while, the action is too big."

Ma Yuehong looked up at him:
"Isn't it just to wipe your brother's body, why are you so excited?"

Boss Mu coughed lightly, and pointed to the position on Mu Qi's neck behind the ears:
"Mother, there is a layer of white powder that lesbians put on the face of the fourth child."

"I was afraid that our fourth brother would be..., what happened to him while he was in a coma, so I wanted to take off his clothes and take a look."

No wonder he thought of these things.

After all, his fourth brother's face is the most beautiful among them.

It's not the kind of aesthetics with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a righteous face that the public admires, but the one with thin skin, tender flesh, delicate appearance, and softness.

With such a tender appearance and the same tender age, it is no exaggeration to say that at least seven out of ten girls want to pounce on the fourth child when they see the fourth child.

He searched Mu Qilu's exposed upper body with his eyes, for fear that he could see traces of his family's fourth child being abused from above.

(End of this chapter)