The people at Base Xi were in charge of sending the children back to the farm, and everyone packed up their things and prepared to leave the Tonle Sap Lake before dark, because of Mo Jingshen's injuries and other injuries, they had to go to the hospital in the Cambodian capital first, and then go directly back to the United States tomorrow morning.

Ji Nuan asked if she wanted to go back to the United States with them, Nan Heng only replied, Mo Jingshen went to the United States, wouldn't she go?

The answer, of course, is to go.

At this moment, Mo Jingshen was sitting on a chair in the Cambodian treatment room, and the surgeon and nurse kept making a fuss, from time to time because the injury on Mo Jingshen's back was too serious and couldn't help but say a lot of words, and while helping him deal with the wound, he stared at his still handsome face in this situation, and kept looking for opportunities to say more.

Ji Nuan couldn't understand what they were talking about, but when she saw the female doctor and the little nurse staring at Mo Jingshen's face and back, her heart instantly felt like a bottle of vinegar poured on the flames, hot and sour.

But at this time, she can't have a seizure, Mo Jingshen's injury is too serious, and the doctor is treating the wound anyway, she can't run over and put on a shirt for him at this time and take him away from the hospital.

However, no matter what the doctors and nurses were saying, he didn't know whether Mo Jingshen understood or not, he sat there, his eyes were clear and silent, and when Ji Nuan suddenly got up to go out to take a breath, he called her: "Where are you going?"

She looked at him, although the man did not frown when he endured the pain, but there was still some sweat on his head, and let the nurse take tweezers and needles and threads to stitch up the wound for him, obviously the green tendons on the back of his hand were faintly visible, but he didn't snort, only lifted his eyelids and glanced in her direction.

"I'm going to pour a glass of water. ”

Ji Nuan said and went out to find a water dispenser.

She wouldn't say it because the nurses kept staring at his face, babbling a lot of words, helping him disinfect, leaning over his shoulder, leaning in his ear, whispering softly, not knowing what she was talking about, almost knocking over her vinegar bottle.

It's not the time to be jealous at this time, but she can't understand the Cambodian language of these people, and she feels even more panicked, and she doesn't want them to be too careful when dealing with their wounds, so she just goes out for a walk first.

But Ji Nuan didn't want to go out for too long, Feng Ling was outside, she chatted with Feng Ling for a few words, then poured a glass of water and walked back.

Then he took the water glass and watched the scene inside.

Mo Jingshen's bloodstained shirt was discarded on the ground, covered in dust, and there was a not-so-obvious bruise on his eyebrow bone.

Because she finally came back, the corners of the man's eyebrows rose slightly, and the corner of his eyes looked at her, with a clear and shallow smile, as if he had already seen the sourness that had seeped out of her just now.

He just sat there, obviously dirty and embarrassed, but damn handsome.

Is this the first time Ji Nuan has realized, it turns out that a person's good-looking does not only come from a neat and decent skin, although this skin of Mo Jingshen is indeed God's most outstanding creation, and at this moment, this man's handsomeness is not the indifference and nobility she was familiar with in the past, but the manliness flowing from her bones.

He didn't wear the expensive suit he usually wears, and he didn't tidy up his handsome appearance.

But his attraction at the moment is fatal.

Therefore, it is indeed understandable that these female doctors and nurses are treating his wounds while committing nymphomaniac treats......

The wound was stitched up until night, and at half past nine, Mo Jingshen put on his clothes.

Before flying back to the United States, everyone took advantage of the fact that their mental state could finally relax, found a good noodle restaurant near the hospital, and asked for dozens of bowls of beef noodles to send to the hospital.

Because Mo Jingshen couldn't move for the time being after the back wound was stitched up today, the task of feeding the ink boss to eat should have fallen on Ji Nuan's body.

Ji Nuan stood in front of Mo Jingshen, stirring the noodles in the bowl, and said, "The first time I fed you a few days ago, you even knocked over the soup with the bowl. ”

Mo Jingshen was stunned, and obviously felt that she was a bit of a settler after the autumn.

"In that case, I ate it to have a problem. Although the two knew each other, he still explained.

Ji Nuan suddenly rolled over at him with his eyes: "Then when I fed you water, you continued to cold me, why did you suddenly tease me?"

Ink depth of field: "......"

After all, Ji Nuan is reluctant to let him starve now, he is now a key injury and needs to be taken care of.

Watching the little woman carefully put the still hot noodles to her mouth and blow it gently, and then feed it to his mouth, Mo Jingshen looked at her and chuckled: "You haven't fed it once or twice, and you always have to find a chance to feed me?"

"Can you lift your hands and shoulders now?" Ji Nuan put the noodles directly to his lips: "The doctor said that before the wound heals, you can't move your shoulders and back in the past few days, otherwise it will be easy to tear again, and it will be difficult to do it then." ”

The man looked at her serious expression, hooked his lips, and ate the noodles she fed for face.

Ji Nuan also ate a few bites in another bowl just now, the taste of Cambodians is different from that of China, although this is already a very good noodle restaurant near the hospital, but the taste in this noodle soup is not what she likes, it is not sour, it is not sweet when it is sweet, and there is also a salty taste, in short, it is not used to eating.

Fortunately, the noodle soup is clean, the noodles are relatively thin and soft, the pasta nourishes the stomach, is easy to digest, and is suitable for people who have injuries and can't move too much temporarily, so she still has to find a way to let him eat more.

After the meal, the people at the base were already preparing to board the plane, and Ji Nuan went to help carry things and luggage with everyone.

Mo Jingshen was not idle, and chatted for a long time with Nan Heng and Officer Ente.

When Ji Nuan went to look for him again, he happened to see an extremely bright light outside the helicopter casting a wood-grabbing brilliance on him, and his face was calm, as if everything he had experienced these days could not disturb his square inches and steps, I don't know what Officer Ente said in front of him, he didn't say a word, but his eyebrows added a slight coldness.

Seeing that Ji Nuan was coming, Mo Jingshen's arm was implicated in the back of the shoulder, he listened to the doctor's advice, did not move, and only motioned for her to go over with his eyes.

Ji Nuan walked quickly to him and stood in front of him, the light fell on the two of them, and the shadows converged.

Winter in Cambodia is still hot and humid for many days, and tonight it finally feels a little cooler.

The warm side of the season is in the direction of the Tonle Sap Lake.

The Cambodian night sky is silent, only the bright stars twinkle.

The country is beautiful.

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