Di Ping left the medical department with a lot of worries. When he left, he let Gina and Angela stay. He accompanied Ning Nan, who was not very stable.
Face him, a person in the base turned up, the base just experienced a big difficulty, many people may be emotional instability, he wanted to see if there is any bad mood breeding.
No matter where he went, as long as the group in the base or the fighters saw him, they looked at him with reverent eyes and said hello to him.
After a circle, dipin felt that everything was unstable. Everyone was in good condition, and there was no fear and anxiety he was worried about.
Everyone is busy with their own business, with a smile on their faces, seems to be full of hope for life, walk with wind.
Seeing this, di Ping's heart was finally released. It seems that although there are some problems in the base, the team is in danger of deterioration, but it is still within the control range.
Fortunately, these problems were solved in time. If these problems were allowed to develop, something might happen to the base.
There are only two things bothering him now.
One is an internal ghost. If he does not get rid of it, he is upset. He not only betrays the base, but also has no bottom line. He uses women to achieve his own ends by any means, but also kills people. This makes Di Ping hate him very much.
If you don't get rid of him, it's a time bomb for people to stay at the base.
The second thing is that the bianzhou base is finally connected to the dish.
This can be said to be a matter of life and death for the base. What should the base do after three days and how to resist it.
Di Ping thought all the way, but did not think of a good way. It seems that only Liu Minsheng had his idea.
He patted the painful head of thinking and gave a bitter smile. It was not easy in the last world. Things were one after another, which made him very tired.
"Master, you are back!"
When Diping returned to the city tower, Barton was waiting at the door to greet him respectfully.
"Barton! Help me make a pot of strong tea, come here
Di Ping nodded and his voice was a little tired.
"It's the master!"
Barton bowed down and backed out.
Di Ping went back to the room, sat in the cane chair in front of the French window, looking at the sky outside.
It was already approaching the afternoon, the sun was slanting to the west, and he was about to fall into the endless forest. Another night was slowly approaching, as if it were swallowing the light.
"Your tea, master!"
While Diping was in a trance, Barton came in with a tea tray, put the tea on the tea table beside him, and said with concern: "city Lord, I think you are very tired. The old slave will take some loose tendons and bones. Do you want to press it for the master?"
"Oh! Do you know how to do it? "
Asked DIY, looking at the teacup in surprise.
"This is the most basic skill to be your housekeeper!"
Barton looked respectful, but there was a trace of pride in his words.
"Well, let me try your craft!"
Di Ping said with a smile.
"It's the master!"
Barton bowed slightly, then put down his tea plate, walked gracefully behind dipin and began to massage him gently.
"Ah! Don't say, Barton, you're a great craftsman
As soon as Barton started, dipin felt different. Barton's technique was quite skillful, and his priorities were very good. He could not help praising him.
"Thank you for your praise
Barton nodded slightly, then pressed and said, "if the master could choose some maids and let me cultivate them, he would always relax for the master."
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