Chapter 2528

Mo Jinlan lowered his eyes: "Why do you suddenly want to send me back to Jincheng? Do you want to drive me away?"

"No." Feng Shaojin put down his chopsticks, "The Mohist army has driven the Gong's army out of the border, and the north will soon restore peace.

I sent you and Ling Wei back to Jincheng for the sake of your safety.

As if I entrusted Ling Wei to you, you stay by her side and take good care of her for me. "

Mo Jinlan panicked, "We're all leaving, what about you?"

"Swords and guns have no eyes, and no one knows what will happen in the future. You are safe, so I can rest assured." Feng Shaojin's thin lips curled up slightly: "If the war is settled and I am still alive, I will go to the Jin Dynasty, The city is looking for Ling Wei, if I unfortunately die on the battlefield..."

The man gave a low laugh, and there was helplessness in his voice: "If I unfortunately die on the battlefield, her life will be considered a relief."

Mo Jinlan's chest felt astringent, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Shaojin, do you have other plans in mind? Why didn't you tell her these words?"

It sounds like the last words of life and death, he must have no expectation of surviving.

Feng Shaojin smiled lightly.

Except for Mo Lingwei, he seldom smiles in front of other people, but every time he accidentally sees his smile, it is as bright as the sun and the moon.

He said slowly: "I have no other plans, just in case, even if I tell her, she won't take it to heart."

The last sentence hit Mo Jinlan's heart like a mallet.

How sad and painful it must be for this proud and stern man to confide such humble words to her.

Mo Jinlan covered her mouth and nose, and ran out of the bedroom.

Feng Shaojin lost his appetite in an instant, he poured himself a glass of water, took a few sips slowly, with a solemn expression.

After finishing the last operation, Mo Lingwei was about to change the dressings of other patients, when Mo Jinlan rushed in with red eyes and called her: "Ling Wei."

"What's the matter?" Mo Lingwei turned sideways and looked at Mo Jinlan.

"Shaojin is back." Mo Jinlan's eyes were astringent, and his voice was hoarse: "He said he suffered a slight injury, so you can go back to your room and help him deal with it. I'll just do what's going on here."

"He was injured?" Hearing this, Mo Lingwei quickly packed up the medical bag, hurried out of the operating room, and hurried to the bedroom.

After entering the door, the room was lit with lights, Feng Shaojin leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, there was a half-eaten bowl of whole grain rice and a few yellowed green vegetables on the low table.

Mo Lingwei sat down on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Shaojin."

Feng Shaojin opened his eyes, the bottoms of which were red and bloodshot. With the trance after waking up, he fixedly looked at the woman in front of him, as if he had returned to the past for a while.

He suddenly remembered that she seemed to have not called his name so gently for a long time.

"I heard you were injured?" Mo Lingwei opened the medical bag: "Where is the injury, show me?"

Feng Shaojin licked his dry lips, his eyes were as dark as the deep sea, he didn't say anything, he just stroked his chest.

Mo Lingwei thought that he had hurt his chest, so she moved closer and stretched out her hands to undo the buttons on his chest, one, two, three...

The man's criss-crossing scars fell into his eyes, new and old wounds were densely packed, and he didn't know when he was injured.

Mo Lingwei was a little shocked.

She suddenly remembered that living here for so many days, although she was lying next to this man, she never knew whether he was injured...

Mo Lingwei had performed so many surgeries and healed so many people. If she hadn't been forced to help her, Feng Shaojin had never revealed the slightest injury to her.

They are close at hand, but seem far away.