"When did you get so good? Did you eat the elixir behind my back? Where did the elixir come from? Is there anything else? The drunkard said and leaned closer, trying to see better.

"I took the medicine twice." Jun Moyan pulled back his clothes and buttoned them up.

"What kind of medicine is used, so magical?"

"Ordinary trauma medicine."

"Really?"

At this time, the drunkard had no sleepiness at all, and the whole person was in great spirits.

This makes Tsing Yi feel very rare.

After all, this drunkard is drunk and unconscious for 32 days in a month......

I thought he was going to give up his medical skills, but now it seems that he doesn't, but he hasn't found something that interests him.

"Do I need to take my blood for testing?" Jun Mo Yan asked the drunkard.

He felt that someone had done something to his body while he wasn't paying attention.

It's not that Jun Moyan has any paranoia about being killed, he will only think about the worst in everything.

Rather, his experiences over the years have forced him to form this state of constant self-defense.

His world was so dark that sunlight was almost non-existent to him.

I'm afraid that even if there are ten suns, they can't light up the darkest place in his heart.

Jun Moyan thought about it, and somehow looked at the little milk cat on the desk with his little head tilted, holding the bottle, biting the pacifier and looking at his little milk cat.

His eyes softened a little.

Perhaps, it will be a touch of color in his life.

But that's about it.

After all, it's just a cat.

"Well......" the drunkard thought for a moment, "this is reliable." ”

Then he looked at Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi understood, and immediately gave him the medicine box in his hand.

Seeing that the needle was pierced into Jun Moyan's arm, and the bright red blood was withdrawn, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but scream:

"Meow~"

Damn, it hurts to look at.

She was most afraid of pain.

Jun Moyan looked at it, thinking that it was worried about him.

But Wen Xiaoai is really worried, it should be said that even if it is Xiaocha or Tsing Yi who is being drawn blood, she will be worried.

Worried about whether the other party is afraid of pain......

After drawing the blood, the drunkard put the blood away, unscrewed the lid of the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, stood up and walked towards Wen Xiaoai who was sitting on the desk.

"Little things, they look really good when they are cleaned."

Wen Xiaoai covered her nose with her little paws and moved her little body back.

Knowing that it disliked him, the more the drunkard wanted to tease him.

He touched the bottle in his arms with his own wine gourd.

"Cheers."

Wen Xiaoai was angry and threw the bottle in her arms directly.

I hate it and don't drink it.

"Hey, you little thing, your temper is quite big, don't dislike me so much, my wine gourd is not dirty, as for it."

Wen Xiaoai glared at him angrily: I dislike it.

Jun Moyan rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, pulled out a tissue and came to the desk.

Pick up the bottle it threw aside, and wipe the place where the gourd had just touched.

"Hey, surnamed Jun, you also dislike me." The drunkard was speechless.

Does it need to be so exaggerated?

Jun Mo Yan returned the cleaned bottle to Wen Xiaoai, Wen Xiaoai stretched out her paw to hug it, and screamed softly at Jun Mo Yan.

"Meow~" The two little ears also moved.

is the same person, why is the gap so big?

The drunkard found it very interesting to see its little ears moving around, fluffy, pink and white, and there was a red crescent birthmark on its left ear, which made people itch to look at.

The drunkard stretched out his hand to pluck its ears,

It's just that before the hand touched it, it was choked by another white and powerful hand.