Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 1182

When he did these things, he just responded to nature naturally, cherished and cherished her, like a father who took care of his most beloved daughter.

But his spit of heat blew on her sensitive back. The feeling was itchy, numb, and comfortable. She couldn't tell what it was like, but she felt ashamed and had something wrong in her heart Have an idea.

The cool ointment was carefully applied to her back, and the movement was very gentle. It was as gentle and delicate as the one he applied to her last spring.

At that time, she also joked that he was acting like a woman. He didn't speak coldly until he finished taking medicine for her. She asked him why he looked unhappy. He glanced at her at that time with a sullen glance: "Why can't you protect yourself? Why are you always hurt? Why do you always worry me?"

She didn't pay attention to this sentence at the time, thinking he was playing with his temper.

But now, when she was dressed and turned to look back at him, the look on her face had once again appeared.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked dumbly, thinking, how would you answer this time?

Wan Yan frowned, thinking of the long and short scars on her, thinking of the wounds bitten by poisonous snakes on her ankle, thinking of the three tigers surrounding her when he found her, The gloomy color of your hair grows stronger.

"Zheng Nianwen, when will you grow up? When will you not do those adventurous things? When will you learn to protect yourself? When will you not let me worry about that?"

She froze and looked at him blankly: "Why are you worried about me? I'm obviously two years older than you."

Wan Zheng frowned: "How about two years old? I'm still your uncle?"

So, is he worried about her safety because he is her uncle?

She smiled suddenly, of course, otherwise? She felt her belly. "I'm hungry."

He sighed again and turned towards the door: "I'll bring you dinner, don't get out of bed."

His tall figure disappeared at the door, and the smile on her face gradually dissipated, and her heart was dull, somehow.

Wan Ye returned soon, and brought the cook's hot meals and two empty bowls.

He helped her to get out of bed, let her sit at the table, poured a cup of tea for her, and then added her a dish of rice.

"You eat too." She laughed, exposing the dimple on her cheek.

He nodded, couldn't eat after just a few sips, his stomach tumbling and his temples jumped abruptly.

As a doctor, he naturally knew what was going on. He slept in the mountains last night, wearing only a thin lining, and with injuries to his arms, his body couldn't hold up.

"Why not?" She swallowed the food in her mouth and asked him.

He shook his head: "I don't like the appetite. I'll go back to Wanwutang to eat."

She pouted: "I still picky eaters like this, sip, taste this, it's delicious." She sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour meat into the bowl in front of him.

He had to pick up the chopsticks again and put the meat into his mouth. He was about to put down the chopsticks. Wen'er suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, and the sudden pain made him frown immediately.

"What's wrong with your hands?" She found that the cloth on his arm was different from the other ones, and the color was darker. When she touched it, she could obviously feel the wetness on the cloth. The hands are all blood.