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Feng Shaojin went into the sanatorium in a carriage unimpeded. He heard that the young master of Feng's family had come, and those highly respected doctors and academicians in the sanatorium were shocked. "It's said that there are two young masters in Feng's family. Which young master is coming?"
"Yichen's elder brother, Shaojin, who suffered from leg injury the night before."
"What did he come for? Isn't there a top medical team in Fengjiabao? "
"When the sanatorium was built, half of the money was spent on sealing the home. Maybe people just came to inspect their own property."
...
where there are people, there are gossip, especially where there are women. The new young female nurse is lying on the glass window, looking at the expensive man in the wheelchair, screaming in a low voice.
Mo Lingwei is in the research room, wearing a white coat and a white mask. She looks at the liquid medicine she has just extracted for a long time. She inhales it into a syringe and is about to inject it into her body, but she is stopped by a cold voice: "what are you doing?"
Mo Lingwei turns around and sees the man in the wheelchair standing at the door of the research room.
She put down the syringe, looked at the cold face of Feng Shaojin, asked: "how did you come here?"
Feng Shaojin drooped her eyes, and her eyes fell on her legs: "the legs are a little uncomfortable, so I'm looking for you to tie a needle."
"You come with me." Mo Lingwei took the door of the research room, along the corridor, to her own consulting room, took out the medical bag, took out the gold needle, squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked: "where is it uncomfortable?"
The woman's slender and soft finger abdomen with a little bit of warmth, fell on his leg, as if the current was general, crisp and numb, straight into his heart.
For no reason, he imagined in his mind what she would look like if she held a bottle of wine and sat crying in the snow.
Mo Ling Wei takes back her hand, takes off her mask and smiles at him. "Are your legs sour and swollen?"
Feng Shaojin instantly recovered.
He must have been crazy just now, and he would have just come up with that kind of unrealistic fantasy for no reason.
The woman in front of her smile, bright eyes and white teeth, curved eyebrows, eyes clear as ice spring, delicate and gorgeous face is not any pain of clarity, a look is happy, how can there be such a sad moment.
Feng Shaojin nodded lightly: "yes."
"This is the sequelae of needling. I'll make herbal blisters for you in two quarters of an hour." With that, she took the gold needle, took out a few packets of powdered things from her medical bag and put them on the table.
The thin figure soon disappeared in the consulting room. A moment later, he brought a deep wooden bucket with boiling water in it.
She poured the powder into the water and stirred it well. Then she poured the hot water from two thermos bottles into the bucket. She squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, probed the temperature of the hot water with her fingers, held Feng Shaojin's two legs and put them into the bucket: "if it's too hot, take out the legs and put them in when it's cool, but the hotter the water, the better the effect."
Feng Shaojin coagulated her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "thank you."
Mo Lingwei retreats to the table and sits down. She doesn't pay attention to him any more. She turns over the medical books in her hand, frowning, biting her lips and thinking.
She was immersed in her own world, as if there was no one else in the room.
Feng Shaojin is not a talkative person, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable when she is left alone. She just looks up at her from time to time, as if they have been used to this way of getting along with each other for a long time www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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Feng Shaojin went into the sanatorium in a carriage unimpeded. He heard that the young master of Feng's family had come, and those highly respected doctors and academicians in the sanatorium were shocked. "It's said that there are two young masters in Feng's family. Which young master is coming?"
"Yichen's elder brother, Shaojin, who suffered from leg injury the night before."
"What did he come for? Isn't there a top medical team in Fengjiabao? "
"When the sanatorium was built, half of the money was spent on sealing the home. Maybe people just came to inspect their own property."
...
where there are people, there are gossip, especially where there are women. The new young female nurse is lying on the glass window, looking at the expensive man in the wheelchair, screaming in a low voice.
Mo Lingwei is in the research room, wearing a white coat and a white mask. She looks at the liquid medicine she has just extracted for a long time. She inhales it into a syringe and is about to inject it into her body, but she is stopped by a cold voice: "what are you doing?"
Mo Lingwei turns around and sees the man in the wheelchair standing at the door of the research room.
She put down the syringe, looked at the cold face of Feng Shaojin, asked: "how did you come here?"
Feng Shaojin drooped her eyes, and her eyes fell on her legs: "the legs are a little uncomfortable, so I'm looking for you to tie a needle."
"You come with me." Mo Lingwei took the door of the research room, along the corridor, to her own consulting room, took out the medical bag, took out the gold needle, squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked: "where is it uncomfortable?"
The woman's slender and soft finger abdomen with a little bit of warmth, fell on his leg, as if the current was general, crisp and numb, straight into his heart.
For no reason, he imagined in his mind what she would look like if she held a bottle of wine and sat crying in the snow.
Mo Ling Wei takes back her hand, takes off her mask and smiles at him. "Are your legs sour and swollen?"
Feng Shaojin instantly recovered.
He must have been crazy just now, and he would have just come up with that kind of unrealistic fantasy for no reason.
The woman in front of her smile, bright eyes and white teeth, curved eyebrows, eyes clear as ice spring, delicate and gorgeous face is not any pain of clarity, a look is happy, how can there be such a sad moment.
Feng Shaojin nodded lightly: "yes."
"This is the sequelae of needling. I'll make herbal blisters for you in two quarters of an hour." With that, she took the gold needle, took out a few packets of powdered things from her medical bag and put them on the table.
The thin figure soon disappeared in the consulting room. A moment later, he brought a deep wooden bucket with boiling water in it.
She poured the powder into the water and stirred it well. Then she poured the hot water from two thermos bottles into the bucket. She squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, probed the temperature of the hot water with her fingers, held Feng Shaojin's two legs and put them into the bucket: "if it's too hot, take out the legs and put them in when it's cool, but the hotter the water, the better the effect."
Feng Shaojin coagulated her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "thank you."
Mo Lingwei retreats to the table and sits down. She doesn't pay attention to him any more. She turns over the medical books in her hand, frowning, biting her lips and thinking.
She was immersed in her own world, as if there was no one else in the room.
Feng Shaojin is not a talkative person, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable when she is left alone. She just looks up at her from time to time, as if they have been used to this way of getting along with each other for a long time www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Shaojin went into the sanatorium in a carriage unimpeded. He heard that the young master of Feng's family had come, and those highly respected doctors and academicians in the sanatorium were shocked. "It's said that there are two young masters in Feng's family. Which young master is coming?" "Yichen's elder brother, Shaojin, who suffered from leg injury the night before." "What did he come for? Isn't there a top medical team in Fengjiabao? " "When the sanatorium was built, half of the money was spent on sealing the home. Maybe people just came to inspect their own property." ... where there are people, there are gossip, especially where there are women. The new young female nurse is lying on the glass window, looking at the expensive man in the wheelchair, screaming in a low voice. Mo Lingwei is in the research room, wearing a white coat and a white mask. She looks at the liquid medicine she has just extracted for a long time. She inhales it into a syringe and is about to inject it into her body, but she is stopped by a cold voice: "what are you doing?" Mo Lingwei turns around and sees the man in the wheelchair standing at the door of the research room. She put down the syringe, looked at the cold face of Feng Shaojin, asked: "how did you come here?" Feng Shaojin drooped her eyes, and her eyes fell on her legs: "the legs are a little uncomfortable, so I'm looking for you to tie a needle." "You come with me." Mo Lingwei took the door of the research room, along the corridor, to her own consulting room, took out the medical bag, took out the gold needle, squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked: "where is it uncomfortable?" The woman's slender and soft finger abdomen with a little bit of warmth, fell on his leg, as if the current was general, crisp and numb, straight into his heart. For no reason, he imagined in his mind what she would look like if she held a bottle of wine and sat crying in the snow. Mo Ling Wei takes back her hand, takes off her mask and smiles at him. "Are your legs sour and swollen?" Feng Shaojin instantly recovered. He must have been crazy just now, and he would have just come up with that kind of unrealistic fantasy for no reason. The woman in front of her smile, bright eyes and white teeth, curved eyebrows, eyes clear as ice spring, delicate and gorgeous face is not any pain of clarity, a look is happy, how can there be such a sad moment. Feng Shaojin nodded lightly: "yes." "This is the sequelae of needling. I'll make herbal blisters for you in two quarters of an hour." With that, she took the gold needle, took out a few packets of powdered things from her medical bag and put them on the table. The thin figure soon disappeared in the consulting room. A moment later, he brought a deep wooden bucket with boiling water in it. She poured the powder into the water and stirred it well. Then she poured the hot water from two thermos bottles into the bucket. She squatted in front of Feng Shaojin, probed the temperature of the hot water with her fingers, held Feng Shaojin's two legs and put them into the bucket: "if it's too hot, take out the legs and put them in when it's cool, but the hotter the water, the better the effect." Feng Shaojin coagulated her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "thank you." Mo Lingwei retreats to the table and sits down. She doesn't pay attention to him any more. She turns over the medical books in her hand, frowning, biting her lips and thinking. She was immersed in her own world, as if there was no one else in the room. Feng Shaojin is not a talkative person, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable when she is left alone. She just looks up at her from time to time, as if they have been used to this way of getting along with each other for a long time www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
