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Lu Qingye was not asleep. Hearing the noise outside, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

He saw Meng Wantang walking in depressed, and wanted to sit up and comfort her, but he accidentally pulled the wound. His face suddenly turned pale in pain, his muscles all over his body were tense, and his body was faintly arched.

Meng Wantang originally wanted to complain to him, but when she saw that his face was not good, she stepped forward to support him.

He also checked his wounds.

"The patient just lies down. It's strange that the wound doesn't open when you keep moving around."

Meng Wantang also deliberately poked him next to him.

Lu Qingye held back his voice.

"It's quite tolerable."

Nonsense, if he can't bear it, he will definitely be taught a lesson by this woman.

Meng Wantang saw that there was no blood oozing from the wound, so he sat nearby and stared at Lu Qingye.

Lu Qingye's scalp was numb from the look in her eyes.

"Would you like to continue resting for a while?"

Meng Wantang said funnyly: "What time did I get up? Do I still need to rest?"

"I mean just stay there for a while and don't have to rush around."

Meng Wantang: "I'm not busy at all."

Lu Qingye was sweating now, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He was too embarrassed to bother Meng Wantang and just endured it himself.

Meng Wantang saw that the sweat from his temples was running down his neck, so he got up and went to the outhouse, bringing in a basin of warm water.

She didn't lift the quilt directly, but pulled the quilt down to his waist.

Lu Qingye was wearing the same pajamas made by Meng Wan Tang. The clothes have diagonal plackets, no buttons, and are only tied with two ropes.

I stretched out my hand to untie Meng Wantang's clothes.

She looked at the sweat on his chest and frowned, "You're so sweaty and you didn't even say a word."

She wiped all the sweat off him with a towel.

Then let him turn over and rub his back.

The sweat on Lu Qingye's body was wiped away and he felt a little better.

Meng Wantang wet the towel again and wiped his body.

"In the future, just say something directly if you sweat. Don't keep silent. You just had a high fever. It's a good thing to sweat. But if you don't say it or deal with it, it will make you more likely to get sick."

"I'll tell you next time."

Meng Wantang's expression was a little playful, and his tone was also sinister.

"Why do I feel like you are saying that I will dare to do this next time?"

Lu Qingye smiled bitterly: "I really don't understand."

"You tell me you don't understand with so many injuries on your body. Do you think I believe it?"

Meng Wantang looked at the scar on his back, stretched out his hand and made two cuts on it.

Her fingers were cold and light, sliding from top to bottom to her waist.

Lu Qingye felt as if his body was on fire.

His breath was disordered and his breathing became heavier: "Don't make trouble!"

"I just touched the scar on your body. What happened?"

Meng Wantang sincerely asked this man to teach him a few more lessons, so that he would not take his life seriously again in the future.

She didn't lose her temper because he was a patient.

Just because you don't lose your temper doesn't mean you don't show any emotion at all.

Lu Qingye's drunken cold eyes were replaced by aggression, with a fierce and pleading look, which made Meng Wantang's fingers snap.

She lowered her head to see the man's reaction, and silently helped him pull the quilt back.

Lu Qingye thought his punishment was over, but Meng Wantang unexpectedly said.

"Let me wipe your thighs for you too."

Lu Qingye felt that he would never let himself get hurt again in the future. This punishment would be something he would remember for a lifetime.

Meng Wantang took a towel and wiped his ankles first, and then slowly wiped them upwards. The farther you get to the top, the slower you rub it, and your fingers inadvertently scratch the inside.

When Meng Wantang heard the familiar groaning sound, instead of speeding up, she complained: "I didn't even look at the injury on your leg carefully at the beginning, and almost didn't take care of it. If it wasn't taken care of, it would definitely... It will become inflamed and eventually rot. If it gets worse, the leg may not be saved."

Lu Qingye knew that she was trying to scare him and deliberately exaggerated her words.

He reached out and held her hand: "I really know that I was wrong. I promise to ensure my own safety when there is danger in the future."

"You can't guarantee it."

Lu Qingye was speechless.

He really couldn't guarantee it.

The people they want to protect are the top talents the country needs. The lives of these talents are more important than their own lives.

Once these high-end talents are in danger, they must protect these people even if they pay their own lives.

So he has no way to guarantee it.

Meng Wantang also knew in her heart that she even wanted to selfishly say, resign and stop doing this job.

But when the words came to her lips, she changed her mind again.

"No matter what mission you perform, you have to remember that you are not alone. You have a wife and children. If something happens to you, your wife will definitely get married."

Lu Qingye's head hurt when he heard this.

"I will not let you have the opportunity to marry someone else, nor will I let my children call someone else's father."

Meng Wantang snorted: "You'd better do this."

Meng Wantang didn't go too far. When he figured it was about time, he let Lu Qingye go.

Lu Qingye breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his body just now, but he didn't dare to let Meng Wantang wipe it off for him again.

What Meng Wantang wiped for him was not his body, but his life.

Lu Qingye's injury lasted seven or eight days.

The injury on his leg was very minor, and he was able to walk in three to five days.

The injury on the shoulder will take a while to heal.

But that didn't stop him from getting out of bed and walking.

The arms can even move.

Seeing that he was fine, Meng Wantang went out to work at the health center a few days ago.

In the cold winter, people often slip and break their legs.

Everyone has no money in their pockets, so they usually seek medical treatment from the health center first. If the health center cannot solve the problem, they will take the patient to the county or city for treatment.

Meng Wantang has been picking up people's legs these days.

"Did you see it? Have you learned everything?" Meng Wantang has not forgotten that there is a disciple beside him.

Miao Yinfeng took notes seriously. When Meng Wantang asked her, she said honestly: "I'm not very good at touching."

"If you can figure it out so quickly, then you are a genius. You are more suitable for eating this bowl of rice than me."

Meng Wantang handed what she had written to Miao Yinfeng: "Take this back and read it. If you don't understand anything, ask me."

"Thank you, master."

Miao Yinfeng was not very talkative at first, but in the past few days, she has started to make friends with each other by calling her master.

"Okay, let's go home early for dinner."

Now every household has two meals.

A little after four o'clock, the sun sets.

Meng Wantang and the others also returned earlier.

Went home and had dinner.

Meng Wantang sat in Lu Caihua's room and rubbed corn with her. After rubbing two bags of corn, Meng Wantang saw that the time was almost up and went back to the house to sleep.

She pushed the door open and saw Lu Qing also changing clothes and getting ready to go to bed.

Lu Qingye's hand paused while changing his clothes, and then he put on his clothes faster.

He asked casually: "Have you finished rubbing the corn?"