The next day, Feng Shaojin was awakened by a cautious knock on the door outside the bedroom.
For the first time in so many years, Feng Shaojin slept soundly. The fatigue of the past few days was swept away. He opened his eyes, and the person in his arms was lying quietly on his chest, still sleeping deeply.
Not knowing when she fell asleep last night, Feng Shaojin got up cautiously, tucked in the quilt, and opened the door quietly with bare feet.
It was the first time Gu Wei saw him in disheveled clothes. The young boy who had never experienced romantic affairs blushed instantly, looked away, handed him a document, and stammered: "Here, This is the confession obtained from the interrogation overnight, please read it over."
After a pause, he said again: "It's cold on the ground, and the temperature has dropped again today, young commander, pay attention to keep warm."
"En." Feng Shaojin raised his hand to take it, and lowered his voice, "Young Madam slept too late last night, don't wake her up.
The past few days have been too tiring, which has affected the body. If there is anything wrong with the surgery, let them report back later. "
Gu Wei's face turned even redder, he lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Yes."
After speaking, he turned around and left.
Feng Shaojin was surprised, and looked down, and saw that the collar of his shirt was open, and there were a few red marks on the fair skin on his chest, as if they were scratched by a woman's fingernails.
Gu Wei must have misunderstood something.
Feng Shaojin gathered his clothes, went back to the edge of the bed, put on his clothes and shoes and socks, glanced at the woman who was still sleeping in the tent, and walked out of the bedroom.
Mo Jinlan didn't see Feng Shaojin for several days in a row. After wandering around the door for a long time, he finally saw the man who came out of the bedroom.
Looking at the expression, except for the dark blue shadows under the eye sockets, the face is as usual with a casual smile, and no emotion can be distinguished.
"Shaojin." Mo Jinlan went up to greet him, "My condolences."
"En." Feng Shaojin nodded lightly, and asked quietly: "These days, how busy is she every night?"
"At least when it's ugly, sometimes it's the end of Yin time." Mo Jinlan lowered her eyes, her words revealing a bit of admiration: "Her medical skills are really good. The doctors in the camp will ask her about many things they don't understand. What is Western medicine? Her strengths are not far behind in traditional Chinese medicine."
Feng Shaojin already knew about Mo Lingwei's ability.
Just thinking of her being busy until the end of Yin Shi made her heart ache.
After Yin time is Mao time, and at Mao time, the sky is bright.
When he came back last night, she probably woke up not long after she lay down.
Feng Shaojin walked towards the conference room, and said casually: "She hasn't slept for long, she's tired these days, don't bother her for now, cook some lean meat porridge for her to replenish her body."
Mo Jinlan paused.
It is said that a little farewell is better than a newlywed. From the day they got married to now, Feng Shaojin and Mo Lingwei have never slept until this hour and have not woken up.
Mo Jinlan's mind was a little confused, but thinking of Feng Shaojin's rare indulgence from getting married to last night, it should be consummation, and he was a little happy.
She made porridge with lean meat and vegetables with a little leftover rice from last night, and brought it to Mo Lingwei.
There was already movement inside, Mo Jinlan pushed open the door, and saw Mo Lingwei hugging the quilt and coughing lowly, covering her lips.
Mo Jinlan put the plate on the table, opened the curtain, closed the curtain, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"
Mo Lingwei's head was dizzy, she rubbed her forehead, and let out a nasal "hmm".