Chapter 831

"What are you afraid of? You know, I'm a power. These ordinary viruses can't infect me."

Mo Xi Yan was hugged by Murong Yu, and his heart was shocked. He hugged him without thinking about it and whispered, "and I also have wood Qi in my body, don't I?"

Yes, Yan Yan is no longer an ordinary mortal, but a person with wooden powers. Moreover, the wooden system has the function of healing. Now she can't get sick.

Thinking of this, Murong Yu was instantly ashamed and felt that he had just been really stupid.

Because he was afraid of being laughed at by Mo Xiyan, he simply threw his whole face into her shoulder socket and didn't say a word again.

This temperament is exactly as like as two peas of Murong.

Mo Xiyan smiled in his heart.

But he still took care of the man's face, patted him on the back and comforted, "well, those patients still need me to see, but I can't waste too much time here, do you think?"

"HMM." after a long silence, Murong Yu reluctantly let go and stepped back, "then go and I'll tell Huafeng about it."

Huafeng, like Murong Yu, is in charge of this matter.

And now he should have been in Xingping county. They haven't gone there yet.

I don't know if he already knows that there is a cause of plague among these refugees.

In order to avoid more people suffering, it is necessary to inform him.

Mo Xiyan naturally thought so. He had wanted to talk to Murong Yu before. Now he put it forward himself. It's natural that it's better.

So she nodded very simply, "OK, let's act separately. See you later."

Then she blinked at Murong Yu and blew a kiss. Then she turned and ran quickly towards the second construction office.

Murong Yu, who completely didn't expect Mo Xiyan to kiss himself, was stunned at first, and then after a long time, he couldn't see Mo Xiyan's back, so he smiled helplessly, "this girl."

The mouth is quite disgusted, but the heart is sweet.

He went back to the camp where he lived.

Just arrived, he put a letter into his hand on the second day of junior high school.

"Master, Liao Cheng Xin Bao."

Murong Yu nodded, took the letter, opened the curtain and strode in.

Before sitting on the throne, he opened the envelope and looked down.

"It's Murong he."

With a faint hum, he put the letter in his hand on the oil lamp and instantly turned to ashes.

"Who's staring at him?"

"It's the third day of junior high school." the second day of junior high school thought a little and walked down the sidewalk.

Murong Yu snorted, "well, tell him not to scare the snake. We have to rely on him to catch the fish of King Chen."

Then he took out a letter paper and brushed it to quickly write down the situation of the refugee camp in Liangping town. He took a pen with his illness, took an envelope and sealed it with a little red wax. Then he handed it to the second day of junior high school.

"Pass it to Huafeng as quickly as possible."

"Yes, master." the second day of junior high school took the envelope and turned away.

Murong Yu thought for a while. He was still not at ease. Mo Xi Yan still got up and went to the second construction office.

At this time, don't cherish Yan Zheng's basin on the sixth day of junior high school to treat the most serious injury.

This is a child of seven or eight years old.

He has passed out because of his illness.

The child's mother hugged him tightly, looked at Mo Xiyan with praying eyes, and asked with fear, "girl, can my baby still be saved?"

"Don't panic. He just has a fever now. When the fever subsides, he will be well."

Mo Xiyan took his pulse, touched the child's forehead, and silently wrote down his illness in his heart. He looked at the woman with a gentle eye, "for the sake of your child, you can't hold him like this anymore. You'd better pull away his clothes and pick up some warm water to wash him."

"Yes, I, I listen to you." the woman heard the speech, quickly put down the child in her arms, untied her clothes, and hurriedly turned and ran out.

On the 16th day of the lunar new year, she is boiling water on the stove of the second construction office. She should be right when she goes to get it.

Mo Xiyan thought and moved to the sober young man not far from the little boy.

"Girl, please." the young man smiled at Mo Xiyan, looking a little romantic.

"You're welcome. That's what I should do."

Mo Xiyan shook his head and motioned him to extend his hand. Only then did he seriously put it on his pulse and lift it up.

Because she was too involved, she didn't see that the eyes of the young man at this time clearly showed admiration.

Although it is not too hot, the affection in that eye is very obvious.

And this look just fell into the eyes of Murong Yu.

Damn smelly boy, tired of living, dare to covet his face?

Murong Yu's breath dropped, like a moving refrigerator, and stopped at Mo Xiyan's side as fast as he could.

"Tired?"

He deliberately approached Mo Xiyan's ear and asked in a very ambiguous voice.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Xiyan didn't think there was a problem. He just loosened the young man's right hand and said to him, "please pass your left hand over."

The youth quickly changed hands without hesitation, "trouble."

Such a patient, Mo Xi Yan naturally likes it.

"Come again, no matter how polite, I won't treat you." Mo Xiyan said playfully to the young man, and took his pulse seriously at the same time.

Murong Yu was annoyed by the atmosphere between them, especially the young man raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows when Mo Xiyan lowered his head and took his pulse seriously.

Is this provocation?

Murong resisted his anger.

If the former distracted Murong Yu, he would not be afraid.

After all, he and Mo Xiyan are husband and wife who are honest and obedient.

But now, as Murong Yu's devil, he dare not say it directly.

Because at this time, he didn't know whether Mo Xiyan had accepted him and become his prime minister.

I don't know what she thinks of herself at this time.

Well, after all, he hasn't rolled the sheets yet. He's not confident.

Of course, his lack of self-confidence also fell into the eyes of the youth, which made him feel more determined to get it from his heart.

Therefore, when he looked at Mo Xi Yan again, he became more and more explicit.

So that Mo Xiyan is aware of it.

She suddenly raised her eyes to look at the young man, just in time for him to take back his sight.

This made her frown slightly, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Because the youth's problem is not big, Mo Xiyan directly put down the youth's hand and looked up, "your body is all right, so don't be nervous."

"No, that's not what I want to ask. Well, maybe it's rude to the girl, but..."

The young man blushed, half hesitated and half shy. He looked at Mo Xiyan and summoned up the courage to show his innocence. However, he was mercilessly interrupted by Murong Yu before he said half of his words.

He glared at the young man, "since you know it's abrupt, what else do you ask?"