Fierce patience and tightly closed eyes let transparent tears stain the tips of the fluttering eyelashes.

Suddenly, it looked like a little bee with a broken tail and a sting hovering in the dust. It's going to die.

So the doctor smiled softly.

"Still holding on......" raised his face and looked closer, and said with a smile: "Do you hate me?" and said, "Hate me, don't you?"

The doctor nodded, "It's good to cry." I like it when you smile at me, but since you're not laughing, it's better to cry. After a pause, he lowered his face and said, "Let's see which of us can fight whom." ”

The man sobbed, and suddenly he was about to inhale the air of the entire world into his lungs, and he took a long breath, and his hands and feet hung down violently, and he fell backwards. But as if leaning into the arms of the miracle doctor, he raised his head and pillowed on his shoulder, and suddenly bent down and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

There was a sudden worry in the doctor's eyes. But he just silently wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands. He moistened the handkerchief with tea and rubbed his lips. He was completely limp in the arms of the divine doctor, and if he hadn't held him, he would have slipped off the slippery fabric.

The divine doctor took the half cup of tea and fed it to him, and he felt water flowing in his mouth in a daze, so he swallowed it, and heard someone say in his ear, "Spit it out." And he vomited, and he knew nothing else.

The divine doctor looked at his muddy appearance and asked softly, "Am I satisfied?" and sighed softly. Looking at his haggard face and blood-stained lips, he wanted to bow his head and kiss it several times, but gave up several times. Finally sighed.

Xiang neutralized the wound medicine on the lukewarm rice porridge, and fed it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, and he only swallowed it after a slight sip. The tip of his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The divine doctor fed quietly for a while, and suddenly whispered in displeasure: "I really want to pour this bowl of porridge off your head." After a while, he said, "I really want to pour this bowl of porridge on your heart." After a while, he said, "I really want to put this bowl of porridge on your face." ”

After feeding this bowl easily, I saw his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and he groaned faintly, as if he was about to wake up. The divine doctor couldn't help but look at him intently, pinching his face unconsciously, the soft and tender touch made him pause for a while, and suddenly muttered: "Don't blame me, I don't want to." "I filled the bowl with porridge as if I hadn't drunk it.

After a while, Canghai slowly opened his eyes, as if he didn't notice anything, he stretched his body slightly, and as soon as he moved, he immediately met the divine doctor's gaze. The divine doctor was stunned.

There was a solemn and indifferent atmosphere.

He continued to stretch his waist.

The divine doctor frowned almost invisibly, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or angry, and snorted: "You really think that you are a jade carved from ivory." ”

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Taking advantage of his weakness, he suddenly untied his placket, revealing the chest of the jade carved jade carved with ivory, looked at his slightly flustered pupils, lowered his head for a while, and said with a smile: "It's not the same as me." Seeing that his tender nipples like begonia petals stood up in fright, he still smiled evilly, and the back of his hand slowly brushed here as if wiping, and suddenly felt that his whole body trembled, his eyes were lowered and his lips were slightly open, and his face was not red.

The doctor tapped his index finger on his chest again, and pulled out a small silver knife.

Hold his hands in place with one hand, and the silver knife against his heart.