Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Mu Ruqing still thought about what Ye Mengwei might do. She was the first to think about it.

I have been with Ye Mengwei for a while, so I still know her a little bit more or less.

Hearing this, Mu Ruqing smiled and said, "Auntie Ye, you must tell me wherever you are unwell. If you are afraid to trouble me and want to hide it from me, that won't work."

"You are a patient in our hospital. We have the responsibility to take care of you. You, don't have a psychological burden. Think about it, you paid for the hospitalization, not in vain."

"I am the doctor here again. It is my job to treat patients. Tell me if you are uncomfortable, don't have any psychological burden."

Ye Mengwei is a tolerant temperament. Because of her tolerance, she was able to survive from the hands of the old lady Ye.

Facing Mu Ruqing's interpretation, Ye Meng pursed his mouth slightly, and the corners of his eyes with crow's feet were filled with a gentle smile, "There is nothing uncomfortable, I am not uncomfortable, these four boys, the eyes are as bright as gold. Yes, you can tell at a glance."

"Especially this one, I really think of his doctor now. Every time I feel a little bit uncomfortable, he can tell at a glance."

It's Tianquan.

Tianquan owed his body, and smiled politely: "You praised me."

The four of them did understand all of them. They all knew about taking bullets, stitching wounds, disinfecting and sterilizing them, plus a little bit of surgery, but nothing else.

The dark guards around the emperor need to be involved in any aspect.

Mu Ruqing glanced at Tian Quan, her eyes moved slightly.

These four didn't know what their identities were. They said they were friends of An Xia, but they couldn't see it.

Every time An Xia's name is mentioned, they can't help but straighten their backs slightly, and they never directly call "An Xia" by name.

I really want to mention it as "Miss Ann", very respectful.

But they have verified their identities. They are all from some big wealthy families abroad, and they have a large family and a great career.

Partially, they are nesting here and have been taking care of Aunt Ye for more than half a year.

Are they really An Xia's friends?

She has always been suspicious.

Tianquan let the young lady of the Mu family look at it.

The four of them knew very well that Xia Guo's War Department had conducted several rounds of in-depth investigations on them long ago, and even if there were more rounds, they would not understand.

They from the imperial domain are never afraid of being investigated.

Even if the strongest countries take action, it is impossible to find out their true identities in the imperial domain.

Ye Mengwei did not let Tianquan take care of himself anymore, and said gently: "Young man, you will take a break. I will chat with Mu Hospital. With Dr. Mu here, you can rest assured."

For her daughter's friend, she should take more care of her.

Dr. Mu is good, but after all she is not familiar with her daughter, she still prefers her daughter's friend in her heart.

Tianquan also knew that Ye Mengwei was pushing herself away and leaning again, "Well, you have something to do, call us anytime."

After that, he nodded slightly towards Mu Ruqing and left with a big stride.

The door closed, and Mu Ruqing withdrew his gaze.

She stopped talking about the four people guarding outside, but about living together.

Because she had chatted with Ye Mengwei before and learned that Ye Mengwei did not know that An Xia was with Mu Chenyuan at all, Mu Ruqing did not tell.

It is better for them to tell if they are in love.

She doesn't talk too much.

In case An Xia wants to conceal it temporarily, she speaks too much, which will provoke An Xia's disgust.

However, she still wants to mention something today.

After giving Ye Meng a slight twist to the quilt, Mu Ruqing, who represents the whole family, chatted for a while, and then smiled: "Auntie Ye, have you considered when to allow your daughter to talk about her boyfriend?"

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It's busy until eleven o'clock to go home again, and tomorrow is the last day! The day after tomorrow it will start to change more.