Chapter 1109: Isn't It Not Washed Enough
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Just as Chasing Wind turned around and was about to withdraw, the Mai boy stopped him again.
"What else is the matter with Mr. Divine Doctor?"
"Well, you call the girl surnamed Shen to come over, I have something to look for her. The Mai boy said.
A girl surnamed Shen!
The corners of Chasing Wind's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and glared at the Mai boy.
Does this boy in sackcloth know that the girl surnamed Shen in his mouth is the queen mother! He actually dares to call the queen mother in such a contemptuous tone?
He, he, he...... It's just bold!
"Well, why don't you go yet? Do you still want to help me do the laundry? But I don't have any clothes to wash right now, so if you haven't done enough, take that suit and wash it again." The Mai boy said lightly.
As soon as he heard about washing clothes, the chasing wind suddenly died down, and his arrogance disappeared.
"I ...... I'll go and ask Miss Shen right away. He went out with his head staggered.
The Mai boy rolled his eyes at his back.
Good martial arts? Hmph!
The people he hates the most in his life are people who know martial arts, and the higher his martial arts, the more unpleasant he is!
A moment later, Shen Ning appeared at the door of his room.
"Mr. Divine Doctor, are you looking for me?"
She was a little strange, now that it was dark, this young man in sackcloth didn't sleep, what were he looking for her?
But on second thought, she might have wanted to ask her for a medical book, but fortunately she had written a lot of it when she was in the carriage today.
The young man in Mai was facing away from the door, and when he heard this, he pulled his hand on the chair, and the chair turned in a semicircle, and he faced her.
"My surname is God?" he raised an eyebrow, his tone unkind.
Tsk, listening to this tone, it seems that I am in a bad mood.
Shen Ning glanced at him, walked into the room, and said with a slight smile: "I haven't asked Mr. Gao's name yet." ”
"Why should I tell you?" said the Mai boy's tone.
Shen Ning was not angry, and continued to smile and groan: "Since Mr. refuses to tell your name, then I have no choice but to continue to call you Mr. Divine Doctor." ”
She smiled again: "I don't know if Mr. came to me, what's the matter?"
The Mai boy snorted and said, "Stretch out your hand." ”
Shen Ning felt strange slightly, and stretched out his left hand according to his words, thinking, is he going to check his pulse?
"The other one. The Mai boy gave her a blank look.
Does this pulse still hold the right hand?
Shen Ning muttered in her heart, but still stretched out her right hand.
The Mai boy said again: "Put the back of your hand up, on the table." ”
It's even weirder.
Shen Ning put her hand on the table and looked at the young man in Mai intently, unable to guess what he was going to do.
The young man in sackcloth turned his chair, walked to the table, picked up a small medicine box, opened it, and suddenly a clear aromatic breath came out, which smelled very good.
It was a box of pale green translucent balm, and he picked a little bit with his little finger and applied it to the back of her hand, a clear and cool sensation penetrating her skin.
Only then did Shen Ning understand that he had called himself over to give medicine to the back of his hand!
Because of the accident that happened during the day, the back of her right hand was hit by an inkstone, and it was so blue and purple that she could barely hold the pen in pain.
She applied some of the ointment that Mo Chuan had prepared for her, but it didn't work very well, and at night, the back of her hand was already high and swollen, like a small purple steamed bun, she was afraid that Xiaoru would make a fuss when she saw it, so she kept covering it with her sleeve.