Chapter 2502

Mo Jinlan seldom lied in front of Feng Shaojin, fearing that he would see through his mind, so he lowered his eyes and sent the tray in front of him: "You have a lot of work to do every day, so you can't starve to death."

Feng Shaojin paused, raised his hand to take the tray, lifted the porcelain cover on the small cup, and saw the pork balls inside, his dark eyes were fixed on Mo Jinlan, and his voice was weak: "It's really Ling Wei who deliberately Let you heat it up for my supper?"

Mo Jinlan rubbed her hands unconsciously, her voice lowered, lacking confidence: "Yes."

The corners of Feng Shaojin's lips curled up slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. When he let go of his fingers, the porcelain lid fell on the small cup, and there was a "bang-dang" sound, which shocked Mo Jinlan's heart.

Feng Shaojin shoved the tray back into Mo Jinlan's hand, "Do you think I'm easy to deceive, or do you think I'm too pitiful to fabricate such a lie?"

Mo Jinlan: "I..."

She was at a loss.

She just hoped that Feng Shaojin would be a little happier when she heard that Mo Lingwei took the initiative to care about him, and she didn't think too much about it.

Feng Shaojin continued: "Don't I know her thoughts better than you? I want her to take the initiative to care about me unless the sun comes out from the west."

Mo Jinlan: "..."

Mo Jinlan stammered: "Today's sun is indeed coming out from the west."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Mo Jinlan pointed to the darkened sky: "It's cloudy all day today, and the sun doesn't come out until evening. When it comes out, it's in the west."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

In order to make him feel better, it was difficult for Mo Jinlan to rack his brains.

Feng Shaojin didn't want to talk to Mo Jinlan, but asked: "Did she eat on time today? How much?"

"It's okay to eat, a bowl of rice, half a bowl of soup, and a small plate of food, probably because I was very hungry. I originally planned to have lunch, but I had to have an operation temporarily, so I postponed it for an hour. Dinner I didn't eat a few mouthfuls..." Mo Jinlan reported in detail.

Feng Shaojin's slender eyebrows frowned, and she raised her finger to the hall: "The food is put on the table for now, I'll pick her up and have something to eat."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward with long legs, and the figure left like the wind.

Mo Jinlan stood at the door, looking at the back of the man who disappeared in front of him, his face full of disappointment.

Feng Shaojin arrived at the temporary and crude operating room, stood at the door, raised her hand and gestured without alarming anyone, and silently looked at Mo Lingwei who was operating on the injured patient.

There were several lamps burning in the room, concentrated around the operating table, and the light was bright.

Mo Lingwei arched her waist slightly, lowered her head, she was covered in a white coat, her long hair was wrapped in a white kerchief, and a few strands of hair hung down her cheeks. sub-shadow.

The woman's cheeks are delicate and small, with soft curves.

At this moment, she was concentrating and performing the operation meticulously, her five fingers wearing rubber gloves were stained with bright red blood, but she didn't even frown.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Lingwei, who put down the scalpel, began to sew up the wounded incision. The needle and thread flew up and down in her hands, moving quickly and smoothly like water.

Feng Shaojin was a little puzzled. It took a long time to embroider only his own name on the white handkerchief that was given to him. How could a person who is clearly not very skilled in needlework suture the wound so quickly and skillfully?

After one operation was completed, Mo Lingwei only felt dizzy. She supported her arms on the edge of the operating table. After a while, she straightened her waist slowly and let out a long sigh of relief.

Feng Shaojin strode into the operating room...