Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Zhao Sanjin was worried about Liu Jiaojiao, so he tried to dissuade her again and let her go home first. It's OK to come back early tomorrow morning, but Liu Jiaojiao looked unhappy and almost burst out fire in her eyes with a trace of resentment. There was a little cry in her words, shook her head and said, "if you don't go back, you don't go back."

Zhao Sankin was sweating. There was really no way to take Liu Jiaojiao, so he had to promise to let her stay. Fortunately, there were many empty beds in the intensive care unit. It would be good for the nurse to take another quilt. It would still be no problem to make do with it all night.

Tonight's starry sky is very charming. Without the company of dark clouds, the moon has to pull out the surrounding stars to set off. However, Zhao Sanjin found that there is such a star that is very eye-catching, as if it was specially for him to see.

"Is that you, captain?" Zhao Sankin whispered, and the color of nostalgia on his face was quite strong.

It may be dazzled, or it may be that Yi Jifeng really heard Zhao Sanjin's words. The star seems to be a naughty child, flashing like a response to Zhao Sanjin's question.

Zhao Sankin smiled, and his happiness was mixed with a touch of light loss. For a long time, he returned to the hospital bed.

The next morning, when the newborn sun shone brightly through the window into the ward, the door was suddenly opened.

"Come so early?" as soon as you enter the door, you don't have to ask. Zhao Sanjin knows who is coming. Except Liu Yingying, I think no one can come to see him so early.

"HMM." the corner of her lips opened gently, and Liu Yingying's pretty face showed a bit of embarrassment. To her, Zhao Sanjin seemed to reveal a different meaning.

Feeling Liu Yingying's embarrassment, Zhao Sanjin didn't explain it, and surprisingly didn't want to make fun of it. For Liu Yingying, Zhao Sanjin's mind is very complex now. He just gently said, "sit down."

Liu Yingying is not a fool. He naturally feels Zhao Sanjin's indifference to himself. For a moment, Jiao's body is like an electric shock, and the feeling in his heart is mixed.

"Thank you." she nodded gently. Liu Yingying tried to hide the embarrassment on her face.

"This is a bowl of medicinal porridge cooked by Aunt Liu herself. You should eat it while it's hot." Liu Yingying took out a heat preservation bucket from the bag behind him, gently screwed the lid and handed it to Zhao Sanjin's hand. His words and actions have obviously calmed down a lot.

Liu Yingying never took off the label of "rogue" from the beginning to the end, but even so, after a common experience of life and death, it was difficult for her mind to continue to be simple.

"Help me say thank you for Aunt Liu." Zhao Sanjin took the heat preservation bucket and grinned like a silly boy.

In the heat preservation bucket, eight or nine herbs were mixed and ground. At the moment when the medicine fragrance of the porridge was introduced into the nostrils, Zhao Sanjin knew that Liu Yingying was responsible for all this. It seems that although Liu Yingying didn't insist on staying to take care of him last night, he still spent a lot of time for his body.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sanjin felt much more comfortable. After scooping up a spoonful and sending it to the entrance, he immediately smiled, looked at Liu Yingying's face and said, "thank you for being so kind to me."

"Who... Who is good to you? What nonsense!" Zhao Sanjin said such a sentence. Liu Yingying knew that he must have seen the problem in the collocation of herbal medicine. He immediately blushed and was angry.

Zhao Sanjin didn't continue to answer. Some things, as long as everyone knows them, will make the string deep in his heart no longer sensitive.

The warm medicinal porridge tastes good at this time. The mixture of eight or nine herbs makes Zhao Sanjin's surroundings surrounded by a faint fragrance of medicine, so that he wakes up the little greedy insect in Liu Jiaojiao's heart.

"What is it? It's so fragrant?" Liu Jiaojiao rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes and looked at Zhao Sanjing first.

After noticing the heat preservation bucket held by Zhao Sanjin, Liu Jiaojiao turned her eyes to Liu Yingying sitting aside.

However, Liu Jiaojiao didn't ask. Obviously, Liu Yingying's practice yesterday made Liu Jiaojiao feel very unhappy, and she is still playing temperament until now.

In this regard, Liu Yingying didn't want to explain anything. She knows more about Liu Jiaojiao's temperament than anyone else. She can be sure that within three days, Liu Jiaojiao and herself will be like no one else, one sister at a time.

"Do you want to have a taste of the medicinal porridge cooked by your sister?" Zhao Sanjin pushed the heat preservation bucket in front of Liu Jiaojiao for a few minutes and said with a smile.

"Eh, my sister cooked it. You look so happy. It's really good that you forget the pain. You deserve to suffer by yourself."

Liu Jiaojiao pushed the heat preservation bucket back with a bad face. From the bottom of her heart, she despised Zhao Sanjin from head to toe. Of course, the implication contained in the words obviously didn't forgive Liu Yingying's actions yesterday.

Zhao Sanjin and Liu Yingying looked at each other and didn't answer.

Zhao Sanjin is fine. Anyway, he has a thick skin and has long been used to it; Liu Yingying is wrong, so although Liu Jiaojiao's words are not pleasant to hear, they also belong to the fact, and she has nothing to refute.

When she got home last night, Liu Yingying thought carefully and felt that although Liu Jiaojiao had changed a lot because of Zhao Sanjin's appearance, she was right about one thing, that is, she didn't worry about Liu Jiaojiao's idea many times because of her sister's identity.

It's just like this. Only after Zhao Sanjin woke up today can he drink such delicious medicinal porridge. Speaking of it, this treatment needs to thank Liu Jiaojiao.

Although the atmosphere in the ward was not very harmonious, it didn't seem awkward until Zhao Sanjin finished drinking the porridge in the heat preservation bucket. It was not enough to pass the heat preservation bucket to Liu Yingying's hand, restore his cheap appearance, and said, "then please Liu always brush the bowl."

"Glib." Liu Yingying was angry and didn't refuse.

"Have a good rest, I'll go first." Liu Yingying's face showed a trace of embarrassment, but he still hesitated and said.

"I'll say it. The weasel paid a new year's call to the chicken. It's not kind." hearing Liu Yingying's words, Liu Jiaojiao immediately gave a cold hum and added: "I sent the medicinal porridge early in the morning. I thought I was ashamed of yesterday's behavior. I didn't expect it, but just to 'ask for a leave'."

Liu Jiaojiao has deliberately bitten "please take a leave" these three times very hard. Even onlookers can feel the anger.

In this regard, Zhao Sanjin also had a helpless bitter smile. Liu Jiaojiao's words are so sharp. Sometimes, even if Zhao Sanjin changed, he doesn't know how to answer.

Not to mention Liu Yingying?

Therefore, after shaking her head reluctantly, Liu Yingying chose to ignore Liu Jiaojiao's thorny words. After smiling at Zhao Sanjin, she turned and left the ward quickly.

It's a few minutes after 8:00 in the morning. It takes about 40 minutes to get to Liu's traditional Chinese medicine from here. According to the working time at 9:00, it's just right.

However, Liu Yingying's eyebrows revealed a trace of anxiety. It seems that something happened in the company.

Liu Yingying didn't say. Zhao Sanjin didn't bother to ask. It's not because he was indifferent. The main reason is that now he really doesn't have much ability to help Liu Yingying.

"Are you hungry? Go and have some breakfast." looking at Liu Jiaojiao with an angry face, Zhao Sanjin was very sad and had to change the topic.

"I'm full of gas." Liu Jiaojiao responded unhappily.

"Well, go to breakfast and don't form bad habits." Zhao Sankin said again. Obviously, he wasn't so used to Liu Jiaojiao on the right question.

"Oh." answered, Liu Jiaojiao muttered and left the ward.

"It seems that I have to take time to have a look at Liu's traditional Chinese medicine." Zhao Sankin muttered to himself, pulled his quilt and prepared to make up for a little more dozing.

Bang!

However, at this time, the door of the ward was opened again. Zhao Sanjin just sat up and prepared to ask Liu Jiaojiao why she hadn't gone, but she was stunned with her mouth open. At the same time, she felt a sense of crisis at the bottom of her heart.

It was not Liu Jiaojiao who came in, but three strange men in black suits.

"Who is it?" Zhao Sankin looked at the three men in suits with cold eyes.

The three men in suits obviously came prepared and had a very clear goal, that is, Zhao Sanjin. The man in suit headed by Zhao Sanjin went straight to the hospital bed, looked down at Zhao Sanjin and slowly opened his mouth. The indisputable meaning in the words was quite obvious: "you are Zhao Sanjin, right? Come with us, my master, please."