Just as Feng Shaojin left with Mo Lingwei, the roof of the wing room was lifted by the sound of discussion. These people gathered around the general who had just undergone the operation, chattering and asking:

"You said you met the Young Madam a few years ago, the bullet was taken out by the Young Madam for you, is it true or not?

Have you never heard that the eldest lady of the He family has studied medicine? "

"The eldest lady of the He family is the eldest lady of the He family, and the young lady is the young lady. They should not be confused."

"Isn't the Young Madam the eldest lady of the He family? But who is that? But last time I saw the news in the newspaper that the young marshal and the eldest miss of the He family were going to get engaged. The photos of the woman in the newspaper were indeed not as stunning as the young lady. She has a small round face and is dressed in a foreign style."

"You don't know that, the eldest lady of the He family is just the young wife that the Feng family wants to find for the young marshal, not the young lady in our young marshal's mind.

This is the Young Madam whom our Young Marshal personally admitted. When the Young Marshal just took over the Feng Family, he admitted it. During that period of time, after we were injured, the Young Marshal sent us to the church and asked the Young Madam to give it to us personally. We do surgery. "

"What is the origin of this young lady? Not only does the young commander regard her as a treasure, but I think Master Yichen also appreciates her."

"I heard that she is the eldest lady of the Mohist family in Jincheng. She went to Western countries to study medicine after she reached Jiji. She met our young marshal abroad. She was in the same vein as Master Yichen. Her medical skills are second only to Master Yichen."

"Miss Mo from Jincheng? Isn't that Miss Mo's sister?"

"Yes, she is also the younger sister of the young marshal of the Mo family and Mrs. Mo, the aunt who is known as Jincheng's Immortal Doctor, and the aunt of Young Master Xiu'er."

"Tsk tsk, this identity is incredible."

"Such a delicate and beautiful young lady, why did she learn medical skills? Just now I saw her as a woman, touching and pressing on you... Does the young master not mind?"



Feng Shaojin passed by the wing room, and when he heard the voice from inside, he stopped in his tracks.

"If the young marshal minds, he won't let the young lady perform the operation on me. Keep your mouths clean."

There was low laughter, and the crowd dispersed, discussing other topics.

Feng Shaojin strode forward with long legs.

At the corner, a few idle and panicked guys gathered: "Did you see the woman's bent waist during the operation? It's really thin. If it falls into my hands, one hand can be broken."

"That hand looked like it was made of white dough. It was white and soft. Let alone touching my hip bone, even touching my stomach, I couldn't stand it."

"No wonder the young marshal wants to hide this woman, this woman is a stunner, in this line of work, I don't know how many men's bodies I have seen, she is not a serious person.

What about Mrs. Which elder of the Feng family admitted her identity?

My cousin He Jingshu is the young marshal's wife destined by the Feng family.

As for her, what is an Israeli servant...

But who would enter this line of work if there are girls with some tutors? Who would take off a man's pants in public? "

"It makes sense. When the young master gets tired of playing, this woman will always fall into the hands of my brothers. At that time...hehehe, by the way, call your cousin..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang" gunshots sounded one after another...

Before these people finished speaking, they only had time to see clearly who the shooter was, and they fell into a pool of blood one after another.

The guards who heard the gunshots gathered around to take a look, and saw Feng Shaojin's handsome face was as cold as ice, and the chill was lingering all over his body, holding a gun that was emitting white smoke in his hand, the muzzle was pointing straight at the inverted Those on the ground...

The man's brows and eyes were full of hostility, killing intent filled the air...