Chapter 1975: 1975
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Feng Shaojin snorted coldly, "if Ben Shuai doesn't even have this snack chest, how can he sit in this position?"
Ji Zongyuan, "...
Ji Zongyuan listened to Feng Shaojin's tone of being cheap and being obedient, and felt that he Jingshu was more and more worthless.
The reputation of the he family among the people is about to collapse. It's hard to face the plague and get the chance of disaster relief. If you want to restore the reputation of the he family, you didn't expect that the plague affected such a wide range. He Changqing promised to do well. In the end, the food that should be donated hasn't been one fourth of what he promised.
Feng Shaojin was not satisfied with the marriage. Although she didn't oppose it as fiercely as she did at the beginning, the date of the marriage couldn't be decided.
Can he be so kind as to take time out of his busy schedule to take the eldest miss of he family to the shelter?
Fortunately, Ji Zongyuan came in time, which not only didn't put the he family in a dilemma, but also reversed the reputation of he Jingshu....
after dividing the wowowotou, he Jingshu trotted over and stood beside Feng Shaojin: "these people are really nice to coax. Just give them enough food. Brother Shaojin, do we still go in?"
"Of course." Feng Shaojin turns around and walks to the shelter.
In the hall, on both sides of the aisle, all are full of people, they are dirty, suffering from illness, dying, looking at the passing two people like asking for help.
There is an old man who is about to die. He grabs he Jingshu's cheongsam and almost screams.
The man seemed to grasp a straw: "Miss, help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all."
He Jingshu grabs his clothes and wants to kick the old man. Trembling and not daring to scold, he can only drag Feng Shaojin's arm: "brother Shaojin, i... I..."
Feng Shaojin pulls down he Jingshu's hand, grabs his arm, squats down and looks at the old man: "old man, we boil soup every day here. Have you drunk soup today? ”
the old man coughed fiercely at Feng Shaojin.
Bao'er covered his face with a handkerchief, twisted a big bucket of boiled medicine, gave it to the people in the hall with a wooden spoon, and said to the old man, "old man, the doctor said that you can't cough to people when you cough, so as not to infect them."
Then he fed the soup to the old man's lips.
The old man was forced to support himself in one breath. Now he coughed as if the lamp had dried up. Before he could drink the soup in the bowl, he closed his eyes and died.
He Jingshu was more and more afraid. She stepped back and covered her pale face: "dead, dead."
Bao'er put his hand under the old man's nose, and he couldn't find his breath. He didn't know Feng Shaojin. He thought he was just a guard sent by Feng Yichen. He stuffed the soup bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "you help to feed the patients here, I'll carry her to the morgue."
Feng Shaojin, "...
Feng Shaojin took a bowl and looked at bao'er with the corpse on her back.
Pestle at the door to maintain order of the guard see, quickly come over, will seal less Jin hand soup bowl in the past, help to take care of the patients here.
He Jingshu's vision is back and forth on Feng Shaojin and bao'er. Unwilling to step forward, he takes Feng Shaojin's arm: "let's go ahead and have a look. Didn't we arrange the doctor here? Why don't you see anyone? "
Feng Shaojin doesn't know what she's thinking. She doesn't seem to notice he Jingshu's action. She walks along the corridor and walks forward calmly...
when she arrives at the inner hall, she really meets Chu Yunyao, who is feeling the pulse for the patient. Feng Shaojin looks around and doesn't see the person she wants to see. After greeting the busy doctor, she retreats...
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Feng Shaojin snorted coldly, "if Ben Shuai doesn't even have this snack chest, how can he sit in this position?"
Ji Zongyuan, "...
Ji Zongyuan listened to Feng Shaojin's tone of being cheap and being obedient, and felt that he Jingshu was more and more worthless.
The reputation of the he family among the people is about to collapse. It's hard to face the plague and get the chance of disaster relief. If you want to restore the reputation of the he family, you didn't expect that the plague affected such a wide range. He Changqing promised to do well. In the end, the food that should be donated hasn't been one fourth of what he promised.
Feng Shaojin was not satisfied with the marriage. Although she didn't oppose it as fiercely as she did at the beginning, the date of the marriage couldn't be decided.
Can he be so kind as to take time out of his busy schedule to take the eldest miss of he family to the shelter?
Fortunately, Ji Zongyuan came in time, which not only didn't put the he family in a dilemma, but also reversed the reputation of he Jingshu....
after dividing the wowowotou, he Jingshu trotted over and stood beside Feng Shaojin: "these people are really nice to coax. Just give them enough food. Brother Shaojin, do we still go in?"
"Of course." Feng Shaojin turns around and walks to the shelter.
In the hall, on both sides of the aisle, all are full of people, they are dirty, suffering from illness, dying, looking at the passing two people like asking for help.
There is an old man who is about to die. He grabs he Jingshu's cheongsam and almost screams.
The man seemed to grasp a straw: "Miss, help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all."
He Jingshu grabs his clothes and wants to kick the old man. Trembling and not daring to scold, he can only drag Feng Shaojin's arm: "brother Shaojin, i... I..."
Feng Shaojin pulls down he Jingshu's hand, grabs his arm, squats down and looks at the old man: "old man, we boil soup every day here. Have you drunk soup today? ”
the old man coughed fiercely at Feng Shaojin.
Bao'er covered his face with a handkerchief, twisted a big bucket of boiled medicine, gave it to the people in the hall with a wooden spoon, and said to the old man, "old man, the doctor said that you can't cough to people when you cough, so as not to infect them."
Then he fed the soup to the old man's lips.
The old man was forced to support himself in one breath. Now he coughed as if the lamp had dried up. Before he could drink the soup in the bowl, he closed his eyes and died.
He Jingshu was more and more afraid. She stepped back and covered her pale face: "dead, dead."
Bao'er put his hand under the old man's nose, and he couldn't find his breath. He didn't know Feng Shaojin. He thought he was just a guard sent by Feng Yichen. He stuffed the soup bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "you help to feed the patients here, I'll carry her to the morgue."
Feng Shaojin, "...
Feng Shaojin took a bowl and looked at bao'er with the corpse on her back.
Pestle at the door to maintain order of the guard see, quickly come over, will seal less Jin hand soup bowl in the past, help to take care of the patients here.
He Jingshu's vision is back and forth on Feng Shaojin and bao'er. Unwilling to step forward, he takes Feng Shaojin's arm: "let's go ahead and have a look. Didn't we arrange the doctor here? Why don't you see anyone? "
Feng Shaojin doesn't know what she's thinking. She doesn't seem to notice he Jingshu's action. She walks along the corridor and walks forward calmly...
when she arrives at the inner hall, she really meets Chu Yunyao, who is feeling the pulse for the patient. Feng Shaojin looks around and doesn't see the person she wants to see. After greeting the busy doctor, she retreats...
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Feng Shaojin snorted coldly, "if Ben Shuai doesn't even have this snack chest, how can he sit in this position?" Ji Zongyuan, "... Ji Zongyuan listened to Feng Shaojin's tone of being cheap and being obedient, and felt that he Jingshu was more and more worthless. The reputation of the he family among the people is about to collapse. It's hard to face the plague and get the chance of disaster relief. If you want to restore the reputation of the he family, you didn't expect that the plague affected such a wide range. He Changqing promised to do well. In the end, the food that should be donated hasn't been one fourth of what he promised. Feng Shaojin was not satisfied with the marriage. Although she didn't oppose it as fiercely as she did at the beginning, the date of the marriage couldn't be decided. Can he be so kind as to take time out of his busy schedule to take the eldest miss of he family to the shelter? Fortunately, Ji Zongyuan came in time, which not only didn't put the he family in a dilemma, but also reversed the reputation of he Jingshu.... after dividing the wowowotou, he Jingshu trotted over and stood beside Feng Shaojin: "these people are really nice to coax. Just give them enough food. Brother Shaojin, do we still go in?" "Of course." Feng Shaojin turns around and walks to the shelter. In the hall, on both sides of the aisle, all are full of people, they are dirty, suffering from illness, dying, looking at the passing two people like asking for help. There is an old man who is about to die. He grabs he Jingshu's cheongsam and almost screams. The man seemed to grasp a straw: "Miss, help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all." He Jingshu grabs his clothes and wants to kick the old man. Trembling and not daring to scold, he can only drag Feng Shaojin's arm: "brother Shaojin, i... I..." Feng Shaojin pulls down he Jingshu's hand, grabs his arm, squats down and looks at the old man: "old man, we boil soup every day here. Have you drunk soup today? the old man coughed fiercely at Feng Shaojin. Bao'er covered his face with a handkerchief, twisted a big bucket of boiled medicine, gave it to the people in the hall with a wooden spoon, and said to the old man, "old man, the doctor said that you can't cough to people when you cough, so as not to infect them." Then he fed the soup to the old man's lips. The old man was forced to support himself in one breath. Now he coughed as if the lamp had dried up. Before he could drink the soup in the bowl, he closed his eyes and died. He Jingshu was more and more afraid. She stepped back and covered her pale face: "dead, dead." Bao'er put his hand under the old man's nose, and he couldn't find his breath. He didn't know Feng Shaojin. He thought he was just a guard sent by Feng Yichen. He stuffed the soup bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "you help to feed the patients here, I'll carry her to the morgue." Feng Shaojin, "... Feng Shaojin took a bowl and looked at bao'er with the corpse on her back. Pestle at the door to maintain order of the guard see, quickly come over, will seal less Jin hand soup bowl in the past, help to take care of the patients here. He Jingshu's vision is back and forth on Feng Shaojin and bao'er. Unwilling to step forward, he takes Feng Shaojin's arm: "let's go ahead and have a look. Didn't we arrange the doctor here? Why don't you see anyone? " Feng Shaojin doesn't know what she's thinking. She doesn't seem to notice he Jingshu's action. She walks along the corridor and walks forward calmly... when she arrives at the inner hall, she really meets Chu Yunyao, who is feeling the pulse for the patient. Feng Shaojin looks around and doesn't see the person she wants to see. After greeting the busy doctor, she retreats... the doctor is busy www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
