When the male protagonist recovers, she will be honored and leave, and when the time comes, she will go to the beggar who was saved by her and learn medical skills from him.

If you can travel back again, you can also glorify your ancestors, and if you can't go back, you can become a generation of famous doctors, and you can live up to the expectations of your family.

Chu Lichuan was stunned and turned his head.

He looked at the clear and pure light in her eyes, and the fighting spirit in his heart also rekindled.

At this time, she was like a ball of light in his eyes, instantly illuminating his dark life.

Mi Zhichan opened her mouth, her tone mixed with the tsundere's little willfulness:

"From today onwards, we will depend on each other until you are healed. First of all, before that, you must not secretly leave me and run away by yourself, otherwise I will be very angry, and the consequences of my anger will be very serious! ”

"Okay."

Chu Lichuan nodded solemnly.

If you don't forsake you, I will live and die.

It's not about love, it's just about the warmth on your body.

Mi Zhichan smiled with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder like a good buddy, and went to lift Chu Lichuan's quilt again.

Because there was a subtle throbbing in his heart, Chu Lichuan was even more embarrassed, and reached out to grab the quilt on his chest, "I've bandaged it, no need." ”

For some reason, he was even more reluctant to spread his embarrassed side in front of her.

"Are you shy?" Mi Zhichan quipped, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you, and I can't do it, are you hard?" ”

What kind of system does "you ......" become! Chu Lichuan glared at her angrily.

Mi Zhichan was not afraid of him at all, now he was a toothless paper tiger, and with a slap of his palm, he slapped off the white fingers that were holding the bones of the quilt.

"Squirming and pinching like a girl, you are now called a doctor like this, a big taboo! Understandable? Mi Zhichan's voice was a little evil.

The words were bold and a little reproachful, but they were like a warm current, ironing his wounded heart.

Mi Zhichan held a kitchen knife and roasted on the oil lamp for a while, and put it in front of his eyes and gestured, "Are you afraid?" ”

There were no knives to take advantage of, no medicines to take advantage of, and no environment to take advantage of, all she could find was a kitchen knife and a few salt shakers.

The conditions are so poor that they are worse than those of refugees in Africa.

Chu Lichuan shook his head, "Let the girl dispose of it!" ”

"Well done!" Mi Zhichan could only pat him on the shoulder, "Little brother, hold back, I'll start!" ”

Chu Lichuan smiled back and nodded.

He washed off the dirt from the wound with a handkerchief, and after the kitchen knife was dipped in salt water to disinfect the poison, the pus and rotten flesh were peeled off from his body piece by piece.

The smile lasted on Chu Lichuan's face for less than a second, and then it froze on his face.

As the kitchen knife traveled quickly on his body, the green tendons on his forehead burst out in an instant, the sweat fell down as if he didn't want money, his finger bones turned white, and he clutched the bedding under him.

If it weren't for the cleanliness and clarity in Mi Zhichan's eyes, he would have wondered if she was a fine work sent by the enemy.

The physical pain diverted the pain in his soul, so that Chu Lichuan did not say a word from beginning to end, and endured the pain of cutting his flesh for life.

"Shhh

"Hold back! Now there are no better conditions, and the wound can only be cleaned with concentrated salt water to ensure that the wound does not become inflamed. Mi Zhichan's movements in her hands still did not stop.

The punishment of Ling Chi is a thousand cuts, but that's it!

At this moment, she admired the endurance of the man in front of her incomparably, not the endurance of ordinary people.