Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"You will be able to do it again." He Zeyu said fiercely.

Shen Mubai didn't think so. He stumbled and closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Because she was really sleepy, she fell asleep in a few minutes.

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When the bell rang in the morning, Shen Mubai woke up in confusion. She felt a bit of pain in her head and a little groggy. The warmth around her made her involuntarily drilled, subconsciously stunned and fell asleep. It is.

"Get up." A low voice rang from the ear.

Shen Mubai didn't want to get up, she didn't even want to open her eyes, she only felt soft.

The flushing on the other's face made He Zeyu slightly frown, and could not help but reach out to her forehead.

Then the breath of the body appeared a moment of violent temper, and the look on his face was extremely gloomy.

A sick person will unconsciously be like a little baby, just like the now Shen Mubai, who notices that he can rely on something to leave, he is dissatisfied and muttered, and then stunned.

If it is on weekdays, the other party will only let He Zeyu want to do it dryly? She, but the current situation makes him have no idea what yi||旎 in his mind.

"moron."

I don’t know if I slept for too long, and Shen Mubai woke up in confusion, and he heard the familiar voice of He Zeyu, “take medicine.”

She opened her eyes and found that the other person was holding pills and hot water in her hand. She couldn't help but sit up and rub her eyes. "I am sick?"

She touched her hot forehead, no wonder she felt uncomfortable.

The opposite of He Zeyu just frowned and handed the medicine over.

Shen Mubai took the medicine and drank it in the hot water.

She looked at the porridge and pointed to her. "Give me this?"

He Zeyu snorted impatiently. "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Mubai said, "I want to eat meat."

He Zeyu sneered a little, picked up the bowl, picked up the porridge and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Shen Mubai, "..."

Sure enough, I feel that He Zeyu is a little gentle today.

This time, I was sick and sick, and I was not much better when I fell asleep for a long time.

In a confused state, a big hand was attached to her forehead and then pulled away.

....

The infirmary of the prison.

The doctor wearing a white coat heard the footsteps and knew who it was without looking up.

The other person was uncomfortably squatting at the table and sneered. "What kind of **** doctor you are, she hasn't been good yet."

Some headaches looked up, Dr. Li was speechless, but the other person was a person who made many prisoners in Area A jealous. He did not dare to face it, so he euphemistically said, "Either send a few shots or take a few pills. The former is faster, the latter is slower."

He Zeyu certainly didn't want to send people, and stared at the people in front of him.

Dr. Li couldn't help himself. "If you can't do it, you will let him sweat a little. I have no way."

He watched the other party leave, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and did not know what the new man looked like, and fascinated the king of the prison.

Sweating?

He Zeyu, who was back in the room, stared at the person lying on the bed. For the first time, he felt that there were still fists in the prison that could not be easily solved.

Putting people into his arms, he looked at the red-faced face in front of him, feeling a bit violent.

The afternoon weather was hot, and even if they stayed in the last prison, it was inevitable.

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