Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 1189

Zhuang Xiaoying was a little dazed by Li Miao's question, and she even wondered if Li Miao had a fever.

"Li Miao, are you stupid? Walking around on such rough ground, stones, sand, and even glass shards may scratch the soles of your feet. Even if there are no obvious wounds on the soles of your feet, the epidermis may be injured It is damaged, so it must be sterilized at this time." Zhuang Xiaoying completely regarded Li Miao as a patient she wanted to take care of, and then tirelessly explained why she had to sterilize and treat him.

"Xiaoying, I want to say that my foot is not injured?" Li Miao said with a smirk.

"Really?" Zhuang Xiaoying couldn't believe it, and she was about to give Li Miao a check.

"Xiaoying, my feet are really not injured. The soles of my feet are thicker than my skin, so how could they be easily injured?" Li Miao simply showed Zhuang Xiaoying's clean feet directly.

Zhuang Xiaoying hurriedly took a closer look with anxiety, and it turned out that there was no wound at all, not even the slightest sign of skin abrasions. Zhuang Xiaoying couldn't help being happy from the bottom of her heart.

This was what Zhuang Xiaoying wanted to see the most. At first, she also felt that this situation was somewhat impossible, but now it seemed that it had become a possibility.

"Li Miao, it's really okay, it's really okay, I'm so happy." Zhuang Xiaoying held Li Miao's foot, which gave Li Miao a feeling of tingling all over his body. Li Miao even evilly hoped that Zhuang Xiaoying would catch it for a while. .

"Enen, it's okay, it's okay, just squeeze it with this strength, squeeze it slowly, yes, it's comfortable." Li Miao closed his eyes, and enjoyed it silently. This kind of taste really made Li Miao want to stop, and even hoped that it would last forever. .

"Crack." Zhuang Xiaoying also realized that Li Miao was taking advantage of her, and slapped Li Miao's foot hard, then stood up with a slightly sullen face.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts." Li Miao didn't pretend to be in pain, but frowned, hugged his feet and twisted his body, obviously looking like he was in pain.

"Li Miao, how are you? I'm sorry, it's all my fault." When Zhuang Xiaoying thought about Li Miao's situation last night, she felt even more that although Li Miao's feet had no external injuries, it didn't mean that there were no internal injuries, and she couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Oh, no way, Xiaoying, it hurts so much, hurry up and grab it." Li Miao stretched out his foot in front of Zhuang Xiaoying, looking very pitiful.

Zhuang Xiaoying was a little hesitant, especially because she felt that Li Miao's words were difficult to understand, but Li Miao pretended to be very similar, so Zhuang Xiaoying had no choice but to pinch Li Miao's feet a few times.

"Hiss, it's comfortable, yes, yes, lightly." Zhuang Xiaoying put her hands down like this, and the expression on Li Miao's face suddenly relaxed, and the look of enjoyment was beyond words.

Li Miao was not a scoundrel, he was not willing to be served by Zhuang Xiaoying like this, before Zhuang Xiaoying finished the massage that made Li Miao linger, he took the initiative to put down his feet, and supported Zhuang Xiaoying to stand up slowly.

"Xiaoying." Li Miao put his hands on Zhuang Xiaoying's shoulders and stepped on the pool with his feet, looking very humorous.

"Li Miao, are your feet okay..." Zhuang Xiaoying looked at her with indescribable distress.

"I'm fine, let's go find your father as soon as possible, he is probably dying of anxiety now." Li Miaoyu said earnestly.

"Well, wait for me." Zhuang Xiaoying also likes the feeling of being embraced by Li Miao's shoulders. If hugging is a sense of solid existence, then the current feeling has the same effect.

Afterwards, Zhuang Xiaoying went to another shelf in the disposal room and took out a pair of disposable slippers from it.

"Li Miao, put on these, don't wear the old shoes again." After Zhuang Xiaoying handed the disposable slippers to Li Miao, she also put away the healing tray.

"Yeah." Li Miao also knew this truth. Since his feet had been thoroughly washed, he could no longer wear the original shoes. Seeing Zhuang Xiaoying's meticulous care for him, Li Miao's heart also surged. warm current.

"Pack it up, Li Miao, let's go to the intensive care unit. After seeing the bad guy, I'll accompany you to buy shoes." Zhuang Xiaoying's face was filled with happiness when she mentioned buying shoes for Li Miao. smile, is it true that girls will be particularly happy when they buy things for their beloved boys?

"Okay, listen to Xiaoying." After speaking, Li Miao and Zhuang Xiaoying left the treatment room one after the other, and walked towards the intensive care unit in the emergency building.

This afternoon, a letter with an ice crystal pattern was delivered to Heling Gate. No one saw what the sender looked like. They only remembered that the sender was dressed in light blue clothes. He put down the letter and walked away without saying a word. .

In the main hall of Helingmen, Feng Yulin was holding the envelope with a worried look on his face. He was no stranger to this thing. He had already received it once when he participated in the school training plan. Wrong, this is a letter from Bingquemen.

After tearing off the seal, Feng Yulin read the above content. Between the lines, there was a sense of oppression that made people dare not breathe. In other words, the content of this letter was more like an order with sharp words, and there was no room for choice. , can only obey obediently.

The reason for doing this is all thanks to Sikong Dong's management. He originally wanted to come to Helingmen himself and take Li Miao away directly, but considering how difficult it was to take Li Miao away last time, especially after Li Miao said I work in a hospital, and I don't know how long it takes to go back to Helingmen. Therefore, Sikong Dong decided to use the method of sending letters to list all the requirements one by one. Presumably only by doing this can Li Miao be able to survive the invisible pressure. Down, come faster.

Although Sikong Dong still has some doubts and grudges about Li Miao's identity, including the strange things he encountered when he went to Helingmen last time, but at this moment, he can't take care of so much, and let Li Miao come to Bingquemen to solve the problem The big thing at the moment becomes the most important thing.

"Hey, Bingquemen, when will you stop?" Feng Yulin sighed, threw the letter on the table beside him, and rubbed his temples.

"Father, don't worry, let me see what they want to do." At this moment, Feng Xiaoyu, who heard the movement, walked in with light steps, made a cup of tea for Feng Yulin, and picked up the tableware. The letter looked up.

"Xiao Yu, what do you think?" Feng Yulin took a sip of tea and let out a long sigh of relief.

Feng Xiaoyu put down the letter slowly, and said with a smile on his face: "Looking at the contents of the letter, it should be that something serious happened to Bingquemen, and we are waiting for Mr. Li to rescue us."

Hearing this, Feng Yulin took a deep breath, picked up the letter again and read it again with some puzzlement, until Feng Xiaoyu pointed out a few lines of representative words for him, Feng Yulin suddenly realized.

It seems that Feng Xiaoyu's Bingxue's cleverness is more due to her carefulness, grasping the details, which is tantamount to grasping the lifeblood of many problems.