Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

She has taken writing Jun Mo Yan's name and saying "Jun Mo Yan, I like you, I love you" every day as her homework.

Now that I don't write his name all day, I feel a little uncomfortable, I always feel that something is missing.

Jun Moyan emptied an encrypted drawer for important documents, and put them in specially.

So Wen Xiaoai is writing more and more diligently, because she wants to fill that drawer quickly.

The situation of Bai Lao who took the medicine given by the alcoholic was obviously much better.

The drunkard asked them to wait in the outer hall, saying that the injection process should not be interrupted or distracted.

Although very worried, Bai Tang and Uncle Ming could only wait outside with everyone.

The drunkard locked the door and placed the medicine box on the bedside table.

He looked at the old Bai who was still unconscious on the bed, and was not in a hurry to go for treatment.

Instead, he looked around the room and took out the pinhole camera prepared in advance and installed it in a hidden corner of the room, but with a full view.

After confirming that the installation would not be discovered, the drunkard came to the bed and checked Bai Lao's situation. First, he fed him a few pills, then took out the acupuncture bag and took off his clothes.

The drunkard pinched a silver needle and looked at the bright needle tip, but hesitated again.

He is a doctor who treats diseases and saves lives, but now he has to gamble on the lives of others, which is really against medical ethics and conscience.

The master's wishes and teachings, he would go against one by one.

"Master, I'm sorry, I can't help it, if I can't even save myself, what else can I do to save others."

The drunkard looked at the old Bai who was in a coma, feeling guilty: "I'm sorry."

After he said this, he pierced the needle into his skin...

The atmosphere in the outer hall is not much more relaxed than in the room.

Tsing Yi, Uncle Ming and Bai Tang are all concerned.

Only Wen Xiaoai is completely unaffected by this atmosphere.

I found a mat and sat on the ground directly next to Jun Moyan's feet, then took out a pen and paper from her new schoolbag and put it on a few cases and started writing.

From time to time, I turned back and said a few words with Jun Mo Yan.

Bai Tang caught a glimpse of what Wen Xiaoai had written all of Jun Moyan's name, and seeing the interaction between the two, the more he saw it, the more unpleasant and unpleasant.

In the room, one hour later, old Bai was already pierced with silver needles, and the alcoholic was exhausted.

After holding his breath and dropping the last stitch, he finally breathed out.

He got up, sat directly on the ground, and collapsed.

The clothes on his body have been soaked with sweat, and his pale face is densely covered with sweat.

The drunkard leaned his head against the bed, panting and exhausted.

Looking down at his trembling hand, the drunkard's eyes gradually became misted.

He suddenly curled his lips and smiled.

This smile, unspeakable sadness, helplessness and bitterness.

After all, this medical technique was abandoned.

Because of his long-term alcoholism, he could not even hold the needle in this hand.

Mu Han, Mu Han, how can you be worthy of your master, how can you be worthy of yourself.

The drunkard sat on the ground, crying and laughing for a while, it was hard to describe his feelings.

The medical skills that I used to be proud of, and the medical skills that I used to forget to sleep and eat, study hard, are now all destroyed in my own hands, which is really more painful and uncomfortable than killing him.

It was already three hours after the alcoholic finished the injection.

Finally, when Bai Tang completely lost his patience, the door opened.

"How is my grandfather?" Bai Tang hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

The drunkard didn't reply, opened the door, turned and returned to the room, and then collapsed on the sofa.