Mo Zhiya moved the chair towards him, and seeing that he was still looking at her, she moved it forward again until it was completely next to the bed.
Zhao Miaomiao looked at her with a smile on her face, stretched out her right hand to hold her hand, and stuffed it into her bed.
Mo Zhiya struggled for a while, seeing his frown, she didn't dare to move again.
The fingers under the bed gently rubbed against the back of her hand, and the warmth in her palm was spreading little by little.
The boy had already closed his eyes, and his dark eyelashes were like shadows covering the sky, filling her heart bit by bit.
When the doctor and Lao Tian came in, they saw Mo Zhiya sleeping on the side of the bed with his chin resting on the side of the bed, with the other hand covered under the quilt.
The two stopped in unison and exchanged a look.
Is it the right time for the two of us to come?
That's not the right time.
When the two were hesitating whether to turn around and leave, Mo Zhiya had already opened her eyes, straightened her body, and sat upright.
It's just that the other hand didn't move a bit, it was still covered in the quilt, and was entangled with someone's hand.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, ah, I'm here to deliver the medicine." The doctor quickly raised his hand and shook the pill in his hand.
"I'm here to deliver the soup!" Lao Tian pointed to the vacuum flask in his hand.
Mo Zhiya beckoned, and the two walked past.
The doctor first checked Zhao Miaomiao's injury and found that there was nothing wrong with it.
"Take one piece of this, two pills of this, give this to him before meals, and this after meals. I wrote it all down, Sister Mo, just give him to eat according to the words on it." Pointing to the pile of medicines, the doctor urged .
"You asked me to do this?" Mo Zhiya stared coldly at the doctor's face.
The doctor thought to himself, oh, if you don't do this, who will do it?
He didn't dare to say what was in his heart, moved his mouth, and said with a dry smile, "Hahaha, then I'll do it."
"Forget it, let's put it away. Look at your clumsy appearance, what kind of medicine will you give." Mo Zhiya grabbed the medicine bag over.
Doctor: As long as you are happy.
Mo Zhiya picked up the medicine with her index finger, and looked up at Lao Tian.
Lao Tian hurriedly said, "Ah! Bone soup! The bone soup I brought! The cafeteria boiled it for two hours!"
After speaking, Lao Tian unscrewed the thermos bottle and showed it to Mo Zhiya.
The rich umami and aroma rise with the heat.
Mo Zhiya waved his hand, "Cover it, don't let it get cold."
"Okay, then I'll put it here." Lao Tian immediately put the lid on, tightened it, and put it on the table.
After the two finished all this, they went out without stopping.
As soon as Lao Tian walked out of the infirmary, several thugs came to ask him.
"Sister Mo is guarding him again?" A man opened his small eyes wide and asked quietly.
"Well, what do you think?" Lao Tian touched his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, "Who will Sister Mo guard if he doesn't?"
"Damn it, Ye Han is too awesome. We really haven't seen the iron-blooded and ruthless Sister Mo still have a day of trouble."
"Isn't that right, someone who looks gentle and gentle, who doesn't look like a mountain or dew, actually has such a skill. Why didn't those little white faces learn from Ye Han before."
"Are you able to learn it? I think that kid Ye Han was born with Kemo sister, you didn't see" Lao Tian took a big puff of cigarette, and looked around furtively.
Those people immediately pricked up their ears and looked at Lao Tian with wide eyes. A group of people surrounded Lao Tian completely.
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