In-house help system

A few years later, under the earnest instruction of Director Feng Ming, this little assistant Ji Wenliang finally qualified to be the chief surgeon.

The first operation he presided over was not very technically difficult, and the process was not too complicated. What's more, he had done many similar operations as assistants before, and had accumulated a lot of experience.

However, after all, it is the first time to be the surgeon, and tension is inevitable.

Before going to bed at night, Ji Wenliang leaned on the bedside and flipped through the surgery materials several times - he memorized all these materials, and he couldn't find any flowers when he looked at them again.

Ji Wenliang always felt that something was missing, he turned to look at Feng Ming beside him.

Feng Ming was reading the medical journal very seriously, the orange light by the bedside cast a shadow on his side face.

Kind of handsome.

Ji Wenliang suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He casually put the documents aside and leaned over.

He took away the magazine in Feng Ming's hand, took off his glasses, and put them on the bedside table.

Feng Ming raised his head and asked him what's wrong.

"Teacher Feng, can you do me a favor?"

Feng Ming asked him what he was doing.

"You are the patient, I am your doctor."

Feng Ming's heart trembled violently, and his Adam's apple rolled.

It's no wonder that he thinks so much, after all, the two of them are in bed now.

Ji Wenliang was still talking to himself.

"Don't I have an operation tomorrow? You come and pretend to be a patient, and I will operate on you."

It turned out to be like this, Feng Ming was a little disappointed, but he still agreed.

Ji Wenliang first put his hands on his shoulders and pressed him to lie down.

He looked around, picked up the magazine again, and covered his face.

Feng Ming flipped open the magazine, "Why do you want to cover my face?"

Nothing, just watching the impact play out.

"Don't you cover your face during surgery? We want to simulate the process of surgery as much as possible."

Feng Ming thought it made sense.

"Okay, now I'm going to incision—"

"Don't you take off my clothes?" Feng Ming opened the magazine again, "You said you want to simulate the operation process as much as possible, but how can there be patients wearing clothes for surgery?"

"You have been anesthetized," Ji Wenliang pulled his hand and covered the magazine, "you can't talk."

But after thinking about it, he felt that what Feng Ming said was right. Although he was a little embarrassed, he reached out and unbuttoned him.

Just think of dedicating yourself to the cause of medicine, so cruelly, you opened the skirt of your pajamas.

"Okay, now I'm going to incision."

Ji Wenliang used his light-white fingers as a scalpel and slid down the sternal notch.

"Now I'm going to saw through your breastbone."

"Now I'm going to cut my heart bag."

……

He talked to himself for a long time, but didn't get any response, so he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, and pushed Feng Ming.

"Am I doing it right?"

Feng Ming didn't speak.

Ji Wenliang opened the magazine, "You won't fall asleep, will you?"

Feng Ming opened his eyes, "I was anesthetized and can't speak."

Ji Wenliang slapped the magazine on his body, "Stop making trouble, am I doing it right?"

Feng Ming looked at his thirsty eyes, sat up, and calmly put the magazine aside, "There are some problems."

Ji Wenliang panicked when he heard it, and hurriedly asked, "What's the problem?"

Feng Ming waved his hand at him, motioning him to come over.

Ji Wenliang leaned towards him.

"A little closer."

Ji Wenliang leaned towards him again.

This distance is fine.

Feng Ming grabbed his arm and yanked it, pulling him down.

After a deep kiss, Ji Wenliang had already softened into a puddle of water. He panted and discussed: "No, there is an operation tomorrow."

Feng Ming was reasonably sensible, kissed him hard, and turned off the bedside lamp.

The next day, the operation went smoothly. Of course, this is inseparable from Feng Ming's credit. With the assistance of the dignified director and standing aside, Ji Wenliang's confidence and courage suddenly increased a lot.

Before going to bed at night, Feng Ming asked Ji Wenliang if he could do him a favor.

Because they were happy today, the two drank some wine, and Ji Wenliang was a little drunk. He helped himself by reciting Feng Ming, and said righteously: "If you need me, just say it."

An obligatory look.

Feng Ming asked him if he could be his own patient and simulate the operation process.

"What's so hard about this?"

Ji Wenliang staggered to the bed and lay flat, closing his eyes.

There was a slight cool touch on his face, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and asked what it was.

"do not move."

Feng Ming pressed down his fidgeting hand, covered his eyes with a black silk ribbon, made him raise his head slightly, and tied a knot behind his head.

"Don't you cover your face during surgery? We want to simulate the process of surgery as much as possible."

Makes sense and makes sense.

Ji Wenliang burped and nodded.

Feng Ming started to unbutton his pajamas.

"What is this again?" Ji Wenliang asked in a daze, tilting his head.

"It is necessary to simulate the operation process as much as possible, and the operation cannot be performed in clothes."

Alright alright.

There was a gentle and gentle touch on his lips, like kissing a cloud, and Ji Wenliang felt a pair of rough hands walking on his body.

"Hmm." He frowned slightly, and twisted it uncomfortably, his face was cloudy, his red lips were moist, and the sweet smell of alcohol came to his face while he was speaking.

Feng Ming felt a little thirsty, leaned close to Ji Wenliang's ear, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Hey, you're anesthetized, you can't speak or move."

"I see." After Ji Wenliang finished speaking, he realized that he had spoken again. He put his index finger on his lips, made a shush gesture, and laughed foolishly.

Then he realized that he had moved, and immediately lowered his hands, sticking them to his sides.

"I'm ready... Ah! I'm talking again," he put his hands over his mouth, and then he said again, "I'm moving again..."

"You look like this, how can I do the surgery?" Feng Ming said coldly.

Feng Ming seemed to be angry.

"I was wrong, don't be angry." Ji Wenliang stretched out his arm to grab Feng Ming, but his eyes were dark and he couldn't catch it.

Shaking his head, "I will definitely not talk or move."

So in the next two hours, no matter how Feng Ming fiddled with him, Ji Wenliang didn't make a sound or struggle, and only bit Feng Ming's shoulder when he couldn't help it.

This is really dedicated to the cause of medicine.

The author has something to say:

This is an extra episode of Chinese Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t hold back and let it out haha, I really can’t save my manuscripts~