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Feng Shaojin is slender and standing far away. Looking inside through the open window, she sees Mo Lingwei wearing a plain white cheongsam. Her hair is curled up. She is bending slightly and her head is drooping. She is concentrating on the operation for the general under her hand.
Every time I do an operation for someone, Mo Lingwei is totally absorbed.
There was no sense of what was going on around them, and what the onlookers were talking about.
She once said that when the patient is in her hands, she has entrusted her life to her. She should not fail to live up to the trust of others. At any time, she should do her best.
Feng Yichen stands behind Mo Lingwei and wakes up a lot by the full-bodied bloody smell.
He looked at her skillful action to the extreme and the speed of sewing, with a little more praise and surprise in his eyes.
Wait until Mo Ling Wei sews up that person's wound, daub the liquid medicine to clean up, Feng Yi Chen can't help but open his mouth: "your medical skill is not wasted, but more exquisite than before."
He was locked up in another yard by Feng Shaojin all day. When he was raised by canary, he could still maintain such a standard, which made him look at it with new eyes.
"During the period when my sister-in-law had an accident, I had been accompanying my brother in the camp of the Mohist army, dealing with the injured and sick all the year round. At most, I had to do more than ten operations of different sizes every day.
If I was a little slower and my medical skills were a little worse, I would die one more person. That's a living life, that's the lives of people, which makes me dare not slack off at all.
If young master Yichen stays here for a long time, he will not be far away from what my sister-in-law often says about the benevolence of doctors Mo Lingwei washed her bloody hands in warm water.
She closed the medicine box, picked up the cotton cloth to wipe the sweat on the man's forehead, and whispered, "don't touch the wound with water. Change the dressing every morning and evening.
Don't eat before exhausting. Drink some light porridge after exhausting. Remember
A woman's voice, like a gurgling hot spring, warmed the heart of the big man, "thank you, madam."
Feng Yichen orders the guard to carry the man back to the wing room and leave some medicine for him. He follows Mo Lingwei to go out and murmurs, "I can't drink with my brother any more. I'm drunk and I'll miss things."
Feng Shaojin saw Mo Lingwei come out, took off her cape and put it on her body. She took her waist and went back. She asked, "you must have had a hard time in the Mohist camp."
Mo Lingwei thought about it and didn't say a word.
In those days, who was not bitter? The most bitter people could not tell who was who.
During the period when she stayed with her brother, she heard that Feng Shaojin's life was worse than death. But now, she seems to have heard nothing about the past from this man.
Feng Shaojin gathered up her cloak and said in a low voice, "fortunately, everything has passed."
If you go through it, you will have a happy day.
The man's voice is low, I don't know whether to say it to her or to myself.
At the door, Mo Lingwei unties her cloak and returns it to Feng Shaojin, "I'm stained with blood smell. Go to the ear room to clean up first, so as not to scare Xiuer. You can let Jinlan send a set of laundry clothes in."
She turned back and went into the ear room. Feng Shaojin stood at the door with a cape with her body temperature remaining: "Xiuer is not as timid as you think. This child is courageous."
Feng Shaojin thinks for a long time, and decides to comply with Mo Lingwei's words and let Mo Jinlan go into the ear room to wait on her to clean up....
he goes back to find Mo Jinlan, but he doesn't expect that the camp has been fried for a long time.
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Feng Shaojin is slender and standing far away. Looking inside through the open window, she sees Mo Lingwei wearing a plain white cheongsam. Her hair is curled up. She is bending slightly and her head is drooping. She is concentrating on the operation for the general under her hand.
Every time I do an operation for someone, Mo Lingwei is totally absorbed.
There was no sense of what was going on around them, and what the onlookers were talking about.
She once said that when the patient is in her hands, she has entrusted her life to her. She should not fail to live up to the trust of others. At any time, she should do her best.
Feng Yichen stands behind Mo Lingwei and wakes up a lot by the full-bodied bloody smell.
He looked at her skillful action to the extreme and the speed of sewing, with a little more praise and surprise in his eyes.
Wait until Mo Ling Wei sews up that person's wound, daub the liquid medicine to clean up, Feng Yi Chen can't help but open his mouth: "your medical skill is not wasted, but more exquisite than before."
He was locked up in another yard by Feng Shaojin all day. When he was raised by canary, he could still maintain such a standard, which made him look at it with new eyes.
"During the period when my sister-in-law had an accident, I had been accompanying my brother in the camp of the Mohist army, dealing with the injured and sick all the year round. At most, I had to do more than ten operations of different sizes every day.
If I was a little slower and my medical skills were a little worse, I would die one more person. That's a living life, that's the lives of people, which makes me dare not slack off at all.
If young master Yichen stays here for a long time, he will not be far away from what my sister-in-law often says about the benevolence of doctors Mo Lingwei washed her bloody hands in warm water.
She closed the medicine box, picked up the cotton cloth to wipe the sweat on the man's forehead, and whispered, "don't touch the wound with water. Change the dressing every morning and evening.
Don't eat before exhausting. Drink some light porridge after exhausting. Remember
A woman's voice, like a gurgling hot spring, warmed the heart of the big man, "thank you, madam."
Feng Yichen orders the guard to carry the man back to the wing room and leave some medicine for him. He follows Mo Lingwei to go out and murmurs, "I can't drink with my brother any more. I'm drunk and I'll miss things."
Feng Shaojin saw Mo Lingwei come out, took off her cape and put it on her body. She took her waist and went back. She asked, "you must have had a hard time in the Mohist camp."
Mo Lingwei thought about it and didn't say a word.
In those days, who was not bitter? The most bitter people could not tell who was who.
During the period when she stayed with her brother, she heard that Feng Shaojin's life was worse than death. But now, she seems to have heard nothing about the past from this man.
Feng Shaojin gathered up her cloak and said in a low voice, "fortunately, everything has passed."
If you go through it, you will have a happy day.
The man's voice is low, I don't know whether to say it to her or to myself.
At the door, Mo Lingwei unties her cloak and returns it to Feng Shaojin, "I'm stained with blood smell. Go to the ear room to clean up first, so as not to scare Xiuer. You can let Jinlan send a set of laundry clothes in."
She turned back and went into the ear room. Feng Shaojin stood at the door with a cape with her body temperature remaining: "Xiuer is not as timid as you think. This child is courageous."
Feng Shaojin thinks for a long time, and decides to comply with Mo Lingwei's words and let Mo Jinlan go into the ear room to wait on her to clean up....
he goes back to find Mo Jinlan, but he doesn't expect that the camp has been fried for a long time.
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Feng Shaojin is slender and standing far away. Looking inside through the open window, she sees Mo Lingwei wearing a plain white cheongsam. Her hair is curled up. She is bending slightly and her head is drooping. She is concentrating on the operation for the general under her hand. Every time I do an operation for someone, Mo Lingwei is totally absorbed. There was no sense of what was going on around them, and what the onlookers were talking about. She once said that when the patient is in her hands, she has entrusted her life to her. She should not fail to live up to the trust of others. At any time, she should do her best. Feng Yichen stands behind Mo Lingwei and wakes up a lot by the full-bodied bloody smell. He looked at her skillful action to the extreme and the speed of sewing, with a little more praise and surprise in his eyes. Wait until Mo Ling Wei sews up that person's wound, daub the liquid medicine to clean up, Feng Yi Chen can't help but open his mouth: "your medical skill is not wasted, but more exquisite than before." He was locked up in another yard by Feng Shaojin all day. When he was raised by canary, he could still maintain such a standard, which made him look at it with new eyes. "During the period when my sister-in-law had an accident, I had been accompanying my brother in the camp of the Mohist army, dealing with the injured and sick all the year round. At most, I had to do more than ten operations of different sizes every day. If I was a little slower and my medical skills were a little worse, I would die one more person. That's a living life, that's the lives of people, which makes me dare not slack off at all. If young master Yichen stays here for a long time, he will not be far away from what my sister-in-law often says about the benevolence of doctors Mo Lingwei washed her bloody hands in warm water. She closed the medicine box, picked up the cotton cloth to wipe the sweat on the man's forehead, and whispered, "don't touch the wound with water. Change the dressing every morning and evening. Don't eat before exhausting. Drink some light porridge after exhausting. Remember A woman's voice, like a gurgling hot spring, warmed the heart of the big man, "thank you, madam." Feng Yichen orders the guard to carry the man back to the wing room and leave some medicine for him. He follows Mo Lingwei to go out and murmurs, "I can't drink with my brother any more. I'm drunk and I'll miss things." Feng Shaojin saw Mo Lingwei come out, took off her cape and put it on her body. She took her waist and went back. She asked, "you must have had a hard time in the Mohist camp." Mo Lingwei thought about it and didn't say a word. In those days, who was not bitter? The most bitter people could not tell who was who. During the period when she stayed with her brother, she heard that Feng Shaojin's life was worse than death. But now, she seems to have heard nothing about the past from this man. Feng Shaojin gathered up her cloak and said in a low voice, "fortunately, everything has passed." If you go through it, you will have a happy day. The man's voice is low, I don't know whether to say it to her or to myself. At the door, Mo Lingwei unties her cloak and returns it to Feng Shaojin, "I'm stained with blood smell. Go to the ear room to clean up first, so as not to scare Xiuer. You can let Jinlan send a set of laundry clothes in." She turned back and went into the ear room. Feng Shaojin stood at the door with a cape with her body temperature remaining: "Xiuer is not as timid as you think. This child is courageous." Feng Shaojin thinks for a long time, and decides to comply with Mo Lingwei's words and let Mo Jinlan go into the ear room to wait on her to clean up.... he goes back to find Mo Jinlan, but he doesn't expect that the camp has been fried for a long time. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
