Discipline cute little sweet cat

When the few of them rushed to Yashan Hospital, Mo Jingfeng was receiving treatment in the operating room. The surgeon who performed the surgery was the director of the surgery, and the operations performed by top-notch skills almost never failed. Of course, this operation did not use people of this level because The operation is very risky, but this hospital belongs to the Moyun Society. Who would send this kind of wound to a public hospital, and want to go to the police station to digest it when they are full?

Luo Xiaoyan stood at the door of the operating room, very quiet.

Yun Lixin stood beside her, looking at her profile, at the beginning of Yun's house, she thought that she would be out of control in the hospital, maybe she was much stronger than he imagined.

The operation didn't take long. After more than half an hour, the red light in the operation was dimmed. The doctor took off his mask and walked out. Almost at the moment when the light went out, Luo Xiaoyan raised his head, his wet eyes His eyes revealed anxiety and tension.

The eyes of the two people crossed for about three seconds, and the doctor said with a smile: "Don't worry, that guy is strong."

"Can I go in and have a look?" She used all the words she could think of to express this sentence.

"Of course, but keep your voice down." Although his Japanese was stuttering and there were mispronouncements, the doctor still replied with a gentle smile.

After Luo Xiaoyan entered the ward, the doctor pulled Yun Lixin over and frowned fiercely and asked, "Hey, hey, is this a robbery? Tell me what's going on?!"

Looking at the doctor's eyes of "how did you learn how to shoot a gun", Yun Lixin said calmly, "My dad prescribed it."

"What!!" The doctor frowned, scratching his hair and said angrily, "He started fighting just after he got better, he thinks his life is too long, doesn't he, why don't you just give him an Anol injection directly! "

Yun Lixin said: "My dad's leg was injured, and he bled a lot, which looks serious."

All kinds of gentle images of the doctor are gone, and he burst into foul language, "Fuck! That idiot must say that he is fine, labor and management will go now!!"

After taking the white coat from the doctor, Yun Lixin said flatly, "Let's go."

Luo Xiaoyan walked in slowly, her hands tightly clutching the sides of her clothes, she was a little nervous, even more nervous than the first time she met him who was like a god, when she approached, she found that because of the wound on his back, he was Sleeping on her stomach, not seeing her face made her feel a little more relaxed.

But seeing the wrapped thick gauze and those countless small wounds, I couldn't help feeling depressed, and my eyes were sore.

"It hurts for me again."

She sat beside him and stretched out her hand tremblingly. This was the first time she touched his body. It was as firm as she imagined. She didn't know which wound she touched. Mo Jingfeng let out a soft snort. Luo Xiaoyan immediately withdrew his hand in fright.

"Idiot, you are, why did you get hurt because of me again." The light-colored pupils flickered, as if a little angry, a little condemned, a little irritable, but most of all it was full of distress.

A corner of the sun that was blocked by clouds and mist was exposed, and the faint sunlight shone through the gauze curtain into the house.

Luo Xiaoyan stepped forward and gently pulled Mo Jingfeng's hand. His fingers were slender and white, with well-defined joints, and even the nails were neatly trimmed. He opened his hand and clasped his ten fingers, the scorching skin met the cool palm.

Very warm, very warm by your side.