Feng Shaojin was slender, standing far away, looking in through the open window, and saw Mo Lingwei wearing a plain white cheongsam, with her black hair rolled up, bending her waist slightly, with her head lowered, Concentrating on performing surgery for the generals under him.

Every time when performing an operation on someone, Mo Lingwei is fully focused and has no other distractions.

He didn't notice what happened around him at all, and what the onlookers were talking about.

She once said that when a patient is in her hands, she entrusts her life to her, and she should not let down the trust of others, and should do her best at any time.

Standing behind Mo Lingwei, Feng Yichen was sobered up by the strong smell of blood in the room.

He looked at her extremely proficient movements and the speed of sewing, with a little more approval and surprise in his eyes.

After Mo Lingwei sewed up the man's wound and smeared it with liquid medicine to clean it up, Feng Yichen couldn't help but say, "Not only is your medical skill not wasted, but it's even more exquisite than before."

Being locked up in another courtyard by Feng Shaojin all day long, being raised as a canary, he was able to maintain such a standard, which made him look with admiration.

"During the time when my sister-in-law had an accident, I had been staying with my brother in the Mohist army's camp, dealing with wounded and sick patients all year round. At most, I had to perform more than a dozen surgeries of different sizes a day.

If I move a little slower and my medical skills are a little bit worse, one more person will die. That is a living life, and it is that one life that forces me not to slack off at all.

If Master Yichen stays here for a little longer and is able to be anxious about what others think, he will not be far from the benevolence of a doctor that my sister-in-law often says. "Mo Lingwei soaked the bloody hands in warm water and washed them clean.

She closed the medicine box, picked up a cotton cloth to wipe off the sweat on the man's forehead, and whispered: "Don't let the wound get wet, and change the dressing every morning and evening.

Do not eat before exhausting, and you can drink some light gruel after exhausting, remember! "

The woman's voice was like a bubbling hot spring, warming the heart of this burly man, "Thank you, Young Madam."

Feng Yichen ordered the guards to carry the man back to the wing room, left some medicine for him, and followed Mo Lingwei out, muttering: "You can't drink with my brother anymore, it's a mistake to get drunk."

Seeing Mo Lingwei coming out, Feng Shaojin took off the cloak and put it on her body, and walked back with her arms around her waist, asking: "During the time in the Mohist army camp, you must have had a hard time."

Mo Lingwei thought for a while, but said nothing.

During that period of time, who was not suffering, and the most suffering people could not tell who was who.

During the time she stayed by her brother's side, she heard that Feng Shaojin's life was worse than death, but until now, she didn't seem to hear the slightest bit of distress about the past from this man.

Feng Shaojin gathered her cloak and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, everything is over."

Get over it, and there will be a day when all hardships will come.

The man's voice was low, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to her or to himself.

At the door, Mo Lingwei untied the cloak and returned it to Feng Shaojin, "I smell of blood on my body, go to the ear room to wash it off first, so as not to scare Xiu'er, you ask Jinlan to bring in a change of clothes."

She turned back and went into the ear room, leaving Feng Shaojin alone at the door holding the cloak that retained her body heat: "Xiu'er is not as timid as you think, this child is very courageous."

Feng Shaojin thought for a long time, and decided to obey Mo Lingwei's words and let Mo Jinlan go into the ear room to wait for her to freshen up...

He turned back to look for Mo Jinlan, but he didn't expect that the camp had already exploded.