In the middle of the night, Yan Rong quietly sneaked into Zhuye Tong's bedroom, tapped her acupuncture points, and made sure she wouldn't suddenly open her eyes.
After taking a closer look at Zhuye's pretty face, whose eyes had returned to color, the expression that was still frowning in a habitual way during sleep made him feel an inexplicable feeling of distress.
In the past twenty years, Yan Rong had a feeling that had never appeared before, and for a while, Yan Rong couldn't tell what kind of dissent it represented.
Her broad-minded character meant that he was not in a hurry to figure it out right away. He still had a lot of time to spend with her until he figured it out completely.
Yan Rong 'enjoys' the process of pursuing 'results'.[
He lifted up her dress for the nth time without caring, and skillfully inspected the hideous wound on her back, "Look, it's all good, but there are still ugly scars, but you don't have to worry, there are
With me as a miracle doctor, these things will disappear in a while."
A doctor is like a parent, so Yan Rong came over every night to help her clean her wounds.