Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Huh? No, no, no!"

Jiang Beize was flushed and waved his hand dryly.

"I, I, I, I, I just want to see your wounds!"

"You are crazy! Look at what my wound does! You think your husband is looking at his wife's stretch marks!"

"I'm not—my..."

Jiang Beize stammered. Although he didn't know what this had to do with stretch marks, he still patiently explained:

"The doctor said that the skin injury on your back will be dealt with after you wake up. I want to see if your injury is serious, nothing more."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the ward opened again.

This time the doctor in a white coat came in--

Zhang Fan.

"Oh, Brother Jiang is also here."

Zhang Fan knows Jiang Beize.

I met him ten years ago and simply greeted him, then looked at Song Nanye who was dishonest on the bed.

"Young man, I can tell you that people who have just finished the operation can't move, so they can rest in peace, don't you understand, huh?" Zhang Fan said earnestly.

Song Nanye snorted impatiently. A group of old people are blind all day long!

"Doctor, don't come to this set, what should you do, who is a three-year-old child!"

"Three-year-olds don't know how to fight, okay!"

Zhang Fan replied unceremoniously.

Thinking of him, he has never had a fight!

Except for Jiang Beiyuan's wedding!

"Now you turn around, lift your clothes, and I will wipe the back few for you."

Zhang Fan was holding gauze, cotton swabs, alcohol, and ointment in his hand. The ointment was used to remove scars. Although he repeatedly explained to Song Yikai that it would never leave scars, Song Yikai still wanted Zhang Fan to use scar removal cream.

I was afraid that my younger brother Song Nanye would have scars on his body and that he would not be able to marry his wife in the future.

"No need! The man has thick skin and thick flesh, don't need this set!"

Song Nanye said proudly.

"Hey--!"

Zhang Fan didn't believe in evil, so he poked his back.

Song Nanye screamed in pain with his poke.

Zhang Fan smiled happily: "Young man, is this called rough skin and thick flesh?"

"Forget Uncle Zhang, you can give me things, I will get him, my second brother taught me some simple first aid measures before!"

"Ok."

Zhang Fan put the things on the table and looked up at his watch.

He is still rushing to date someone else's girl. If it weren't for this sick number suddenly, he would be off work early now, OK!

"Then I'm leaving, if your classmate feels sick, just call me!"

Zhang Fan explained to Jiang Beize.

"Well, Uncle Zhang, don't worry!"

"Oh, I'll go," Zhang Fan rubbed his forehead, his brain hurt terribly, "I tell you the last time, I'm two years older than your second brother! Only two years old! Do you tell me that my brother can die! Am I so old? Ah?!"

"Oh oh... Zhang, Zhang, Brother Zhang."

So awkward.

Jiang Beize narrowed his mouth, so he might as well call Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Fan heard it smoothly, and put both hands in his white coat and left contentedly.

Jiang Beize sat on the head of the bed and smiled at Song Nanye's back.

"My second brother's friends are very interesting, they are all very good people."

Again!

This is always the case!

Song Nanye closed his eyes, covering the disappointment and despair that appeared under his eyes.

If some secrets are hidden in my heart for a long time, they will take root and become a jealous and sensitive tree.

"Can you not mention your second brother for one day? Just one day, can you?"