Sang Shang sighed that the more he cared about a person, the more he would become a loser. When did you become so indecisive?

Just when Sang Shang's thoughts were wandering, Ran Xinhong's fluttering face suddenly appeared in front of him, which caught Sang Shang off guard and subconsciously fell back.

"Are you still worried that I'll help Xun Zhi now?" Ran Xin smiled and looked at Sang Shang, who was frightened by himself.

"Yes and no," Sang Shang raised his eyebrows mysteriously.

"What do you mean? Will it or won't? "What Ran Xin hates the most is Sang Shang's pretending to be a mysterious tone.

"You have to learn to read my mind, so, guess for yourself, guess right, I have a reward, this is your new lesson," Sang Shang kissed Ran Xin's lips with a smile.

"The needle at the bottom of the marshal's mind, where can I guess it," Ran Xin fell on his back on the bed, and sighed like admitting defeat, "I definitely can't guess, I still don't want to be delusional,"

"You will, if you really care about me," Sang Shang leaned over and looked down at Ran Xin.

"Okay, then I'll try, anyway, I have time," Ran Xin hooked Sang Shang's neck with both hands and kissed him on the cheek.

Since that day, Ran Xin has really not been to the medical team for another day, except for accompanying Sang Shang in the room every day, he is studying medical books alone. Ran Xin found that she seemed to be enlightened now, she could read any medical book as soon as she read it, and she could get started with it as soon as she tried it, and there was no difficulty at all.

Ran Xin gradually stopped being satisfied with the medical knowledge in the medical team, and she began to specialize in some specialties she liked.

She was very interested in a profession called Chinese medicine, which was very popular in the ancient earth era, and found the so-called prescriptions written in it very interesting. Ran Xin was pleased to find that some injuries and illnesses could still be cured without surgery with traditional Chinese medicine.

Ran Xin decided that he must study this medical technique called traditional Chinese medicine, maybe in the future, he can treat people without surgery, so that even if he is not in the hospital, he can become a doctor and make money by treating people.

Ran Xin pushed Sang Shang back to the room to rest on the way and said excitedly, "Sang Shang, I think I can study this technique called Chinese medicine, maybe it can shock the whole planet,"

Sang Shang didn't care much about what Ran Xin said, but he was very concerned about the happiness in Ran Xin's words. He listened to Ran Xin's excited words, and the little unhappiness brought to him by his work disappeared at once.

"I've made some ointments that can speed up wound healing according to the recipe written in an ancient book, I'll try it for you in a while, and if it works, I think we can spread it widely in the medical team," Ran Xin said to himself, not even realizing that he had taken the wrong path.

"Ran Xin, where are you going?" Although Sang Shang didn't want to interrupt Ran Xin's words, he didn't want Ran Xin to take him around.

I'm also a marshal myself, how can I walk around in a wheelchair?

After being reminded by Sang Shang like this, Ran Xin realized that he had gone in the wrong direction, shrunk his neck, stuck out his tongue, and immediately pushed Sang Shang back into the room.

After returning to the room, Sang Shang motioned for Ran Xin to close the curtains, so that he no longer had to pretend to be in a wheelchair with a broken leg.

Ran Xin closed the curtains in the room according to his words, and they were tightly closed.

"It's okay, the marshal can stand up," Ran Xin smiled as he lifted Sang Shang up from his wheelchair.

"My injuries are almost there, I don't need to stand like this," Sang Shang felt that he didn't need Ran Xin to help him at all.

"It's better to be careful, you are not lightly injured this time, even your internal organs are injured, if you can not hurt the wound, try not to pull the wound," Ran Xin carried Sang Shang and lay down on the bed carefully.

"Am I so delicate and frail? I've had more serious injuries than this before, and I'll be able to move freely in a few days," Sang Shang thought Ran Xin had been too careful.

Ran Xin lowered his eyes and spoke, "I don't think you have anything powerful, they are all ordinary people's bodies, and you can move only because you can endure it better than ordinary people, it's not that your body is better than others,"

Sang Shang lowered his head, wanting to meet Ran Xin's eyes, "What?" Is this distressing me? ”

"No," Ran Xin turned his head, stood up, and deliberately didn't look at Sang Shang's eyes, "You lie down, I'm going to put an ointment on you,"

"Can I do without that? How do you feel like I'm your test subject? The corners of Sang Shang's eyes twitched slightly, he didn't want to be labeled with anything strange at all, "Moreover, have you ever experimented with this thing?" There won't be any side effects,"

"No, I've already done experiments on rabbits and cats, and there is absolutely no trace of toxic side effects," Ran Xin smiled with a smile, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

"The day before yesterday, you asked An Jiu to find those cats and dogs just for experiments?" Sang Shang looked at the jar full of black things in Ran Xin's hand, and only felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Yes, you can't experiment with people," Ran Xin put a jar of self-made ointment on the bedside table, and then took out a round piece of oilskin paper.

Sang Shang only felt that his head was full of black lines, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his finger pointed to the jar of black things, and said, "You, you are not going to apply this thing to my wounds, right?"

Ran Xin nodded very seriously, "Yes, I tried it with small animals, and the effect is very good, the wound healing speed of small animals with ointment is two days faster than that of small animals without ointment,"

"Yes, yes," Sang Shang still refused in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the person who was going to apply the ointment to him was Ran Xin, he would have thrown these things out of the room directly, and he would have pulled the person who made this suggestion out and killed him.

"That's right, so, don't worry, there will be no problem," Ran Xin's tone was full of confidence.

As he spoke, Ran Xin had already dug out a large piece of black ointment with a wooden spoon and put it on a piece of brown paper, and then carefully spread the ointment evenly.

Ran Xin held the ointment in one hand, and the other bandaged hand clumsily slowly untied the bandage on Sang Shang's wound.

Sang Shang looked really uncomfortable, so he simply got started, "I'll solve it myself,"

Ran Xin nodded.

After Sang Shang had removed the gauze and bandages, Ran Xin gently applied the ointment to the wound that had almost healed, and then wrapped it with a clean new bandage.

"This ointment needs to be applied for twelve hours," Ran Xin said as he did the work in his hands, "so you have to lie down and stay still, dinner will come later, and I will feed you,"

"Feed me?" Sang Shang was a little surprised when he saw Ran Xin's natural expression when he said this.