Yan Murong felt like the powerlessness of a woman's **, his whole body was tired except for tiredness, soft, no strength at all, his head was still dizzy, when he opened his eyes, a few small stars occasionally floated in front of him, flashing and flashing.

When Yan Murong woke up, it was already night, it was dark, and the lights in the tent were on, but there was not even anyone around.

I wanted to support my body to get up, but after trying for a long time, I didn't have any strength in my whole body, let alone getting up, and it was a little difficult to raise my head.

Yan Murong showed a bitter smile on his face and shook his head secretly.

I thought I could, but in the end I hurt him.

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a strange fragrance wafting from outside the tent, and Yan Murong's eyes opened again, and he sniffed vigorously with a wrinkled nose before he opened his mouth and laughed.

The taste is very familiar, and it seems that Principal Chen still knows how to care about himself, so he got himself a chicken to stew.

"Master, are you awake?" Zhao Chen walked in with a lunch box, and when he saw Yan Murong looking at her with his eyes open, he immediately shouted happily.

She knew what Yan Murong was doing when she went in, she could see Yan Murong's pale face when she was carried out by Chen Hanqing, she thought that Yan Murong would sleep for a long time, but she didn't expect him to wake up so quickly.

"Why are you?" Yan Murong asked softly. It's not that he doesn't want to speak loudly, it's just that he doesn't have any strength in his body right now - talking is also strength, so if he can whisper, just whisper, just hear.

"Why can't it be me?" Zhao Chen stroked his short hair, walked to Yan Murong with the lunch box, put the lunch box on the cabinet on the side, and said. "Seeing that you are so tired, I also went down the mountain to buy a chicken and came back to make chicken soup for you - good fellow, I have been going back and forth for hours, without merit and hard work, why are you so unwilling to see me? Anyway, you agreed to take me as an apprentice, right? ”

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, feeling that this chicken soup was made by this woman, and thought that Chen Hanqing was worried about himself and specially got it to make up for himself, but it turned out that the old man didn't think of this aspect at all. However, when I heard that Zhao Chen deliberately ran down the mountain and spent several hours going back and forth, Yan Murong was really moved.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Murong said politely.

"Hey, it's not hard." Zhao Chen laughed instead.

With the light in the tent, Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen, and then realized that this woman was also quite beautiful. Thin eyebrows like willow leaves, big eyes like dolls, a pretty face is slightly rounded, it doesn't look fat, and it doesn't look like that kind of melon seed face, and a simple short hair that reaches the ears, revealing two earlobes that are so delicate that they are flawless, and they don't even have pierced ears.

Yan Murong thought, in fact, this woman is still quite beautiful - but she has a bit of a brain problem, yes, it is more serious than Teng Xiangling's woman.

"Don't be upset." Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong, whose face was still a little pale, and Yan Murong, who was looking at her blankly, said. "You've done your best – what they can't, you've done, what they can't, you've done. Although he failed, you tried, at least, he didn't feel any pain before he died. ”

Saddened? Yan Murong was stunned, not understanding how this woman could suddenly say this.

There's a little bit of guilt, but where does sadness begin?

He is a doctor, and I don't know how many places he has traveled and how many people he has treated over the years - of course, he is only a doctor, and the old man is only a doctor, and they are not immortals. Some of the sick are too serious, and they are helpless, so they can only relieve the pain of the patient, and there are many witnesses of life and death.

Therefore, he is guilty and guilty, but he is sad.

If every doctor feels sad because he can't save the patient's life, then he doesn't have to do anything else in this life, and he will be embarrassed to prepare tissues at home every day.

Just like Chen Hanqing said - who can guarantee that the operation will not fail once in a lifetime?

If every doctor is sad because of the failure of the operation, then there are probably no doctors in the hospital.

"I'm not upset." Yan Murong said softly.

"If only you weren't upset." Zhao Chen said with a smile. "I'm still afraid that a master like you is arrogant, and if you fail once, you will be disheartened, and if you can't think about committing suicide again, then who will I ask for me?"

Yan Murong wanted to cry.

I'm absolutely right, this woman is just a stupid reader - a master? Arrogant? Be downhearted? Commit suicide?

Where is this? Can what she said have anything to do with herself?

"I'm really not sad, I'm not a proud master, and I won't be disheartened and want to kill myself." Yan Murong explained seriously.

"Huh?" Zhao Chen was stunned and asked suspiciously. "Then why did you make such an expression that looked like you could see through the red dust?"

Yan Murong was speechless - if he had the strength now, he swore that he would definitely press this woman to the bed and beat her.

What kind of eyes do you have? How can you see through the red dust?

After being silent for a long time, Yan Murong spoke. "I'm not looking through the red dust - I mean to tell you that the chicken soup is getting cold."

"Ah, I almost forgot." Zhao Chen remembered that he had come to bring him chicken soup after Yan Murong said this. smiled awkwardly, then picked up the lunch box on the cabinet, took out the spoon, and said. "Master, just lie down, I know you don't have the strength, I'll feed you."

Yan Murong nodded, thinking, I don't need you to say it, I have to let you feed me, and I can't change people.

After helping Yan Murong up, leaning the pillow on the head of the bed, and letting Yan Murong lean on, Zhao Chen scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, put it to his mouth, blew it, and sent it to Yan Murong's mouth.

"Huh? You made this chicken soup? Yan Murong took a sip of chicken soup and looked at Zhao Chen in surprise.

This woman can't do anything else, and her head is a little tendoned, but not to mention this chicken soup, it's much better than what is made in those big hotels outside.

Hearing Yan Murong's question, Zhao Chen's face suddenly turned red, and he said weakly. "I bought the chicken."

"Huh? And then what? ”

"I killed it too." Zhao Chen glanced at Yan Murong and said embarrassedly. It's just that Yan Murong is even more puzzled, didn't he just kill a chicken, what's so embarrassing?

"I plucked the hair." Zhao Chen continued.

"I'm asking about chicken soup." Yan Murong said strangely. "This chicken soup is delicious, I didn't think you still have this hand."

"I-I-" Zhao Chen hesitated for a long time before blushing and whispering. "I don't know how to cook."

"You don't know how to cook?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "It's okay, it's a big deal if you can't cook, just make soup."

"I don't make soup either." Zhao Chen's voice was even quieter, Yan Murong praised her so much, but she knew that she was ashamed of it.

"Huh? So who made this soup? ”

"Chef—"

ps: I recommend "The Ruffian Attack: Back to Ancient Times as an Undercover Agent", which is the link "". If you have a favorite, you can take a look...... She said warm my bed, do you believe it or not?