Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

The old doctor looked at Xiaohui first, she had a low fever, and was about to look at her tongue coating. Xiaohui opened her mouth cautiously, and her eyes turned red when she opened it.

Zhan Qingcheng was just about to tell the old doctor not to look at his tongue, but he didn't expect Xiaohui to open it before saying anything, so he could only comfort him by saying, "It's all right..."

Leng Han was displeased, took Zhan Qingcheng's hand, and asked him to lean towards him and stay away from Xiaohui. He Haozhong really wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh so much that he couldn't hold back.

Doesn't the usually majestic Young Marshal Leng also fail to catch up with his wife?At this time, I still feel the jealousy of a kid, and I'm afraid I'll laugh at others' big teeth when I say it, but no one is so bold, and no one believes it.

Xiaohui didn't cry but was a little scared. The old doctor was startled for a moment, and then he calmed down and finally looked good. The old doctor stroked his long beard and said slowly: "The situation is not bad, but we need to make up for it. We should blow it up." There is a lot of cold wind, please pay attention to keep warm, I will prescribe some medicinal materials for her body to take good care of her."

Xiaohui closed her mouth, the old doctor said some precautions, and also opened a list to get the prescription for the decoction boy, Zhan Qingcheng took it to the pharmacy and checked it for a few times before returning it to Xiaohui drug boy.

After the little drug boy gave the prescription to the master, he bounced over and stood beside Xiaohui shyly. Yes, now Xiaohui is dressed up beautifully. Although she is thin and small, she can still see the appearance of some little beauties from.

Xiaohu grabbed his old clothes, bit his lips and saw that Xiaohui was hiding behind Zhan Qingcheng, so he took a few deep breaths, summoned up his courage and said to Xiaohui, "My name is Xiaohu, the two of us are going to play together." Well, I have a horse at home, which is fun, I can ride a horse, let me teach you how to ride a horse!"

Xiaohui seemed to like Xiaoyaotong very much and even tugged on Zhan Qingcheng's clothes. Zhan Qingcheng didn't stop her. Instead, he thought that children should think about how to play carefree, "Go and play, have fun One point, I have something to do here, try to pick you up as early as possible at night."

Xiaohui nodded and followed Xiaohu to play, ran to a place where Zhan Qingcheng couldn't notice, and said softly: "Thank you."

Leng Han grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's hand and refused to let him go. His health is so poor, he must take a good look at it this time, and take some more medicine to take care of his body.

The old doctor responded, and was about to take Zhan Qingcheng's pulse, but he was stared at coldly, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he thought of a way, "Please put a handkerchief on your wrist."

Leng Han took out his own handkerchief before Zhan Qingcheng took out the handkerchief, and quickly took the handkerchief in Zhan Qingcheng's hand, "One thing for one thing."

The old doctor raised his hand as if in shock, felt his pulse again as if he couldn't believe it, and finally shook his head: "The body is too poor, I don't pay attention to my diet, I often worry, and I haven't rested well. If I don't take good care of it now, I'm afraid I won't survive. 35 years old.

Leng Han directly took out the gun, wanted to rub it casually, and uttered the words of the evil spirit: "Can it be cured?"

The people in the medical center were all killed half of their lives, begging for mercy, the old doctor has lived more than half of his life, and he is not very afraid of the cold, he looked up at the cold and said: "Well, even if we open No matter how good the medicine is, he needs to rest well and stop running around, if he is so tired, even if he kills us, it won't save us."

"Lenghan, don't make trouble!" Zhan Qingcheng took a lot of effort to persuade people, took the gun over, and said to the people in the medical center: "You first take some medicine for me and Xiaohui to cook, when the time comes Someone will come and get the medicine."

Zhan Qingcheng also gave some money to the shopkeeper of the pharmacy and asked him to take care of Xiaohui. The shopkeeper dared not agree and could only accept the matter.

Just after leaving the hospital, the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't mention what happened just now, but this matter has always planted a seed in the hearts of the two of them just waiting to take root and germinate.

Leng Han always felt that Xiaohui's behavior was a little abnormal, so he took Zhan Qingcheng's hand and said, "She wants to run."

Zhan Qingcheng nodded. Xiaohui is timid and may be in danger at any time if her grandmother is not around. According to her personality, it is impossible to play with a child she met. The only purpose is to escape and return to her grandmother. go.

No one has the heart to refuse with such a heart, it can only give her a glimmer of hope, and she should be happy for a while when the two children play together, Zhan Qingcheng thought.

It's snowing, and the continuous fine snow falls on the bare branches under the eaves. The scenery is beautiful, but the country is broken. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, Zhan Qingcheng can't appreciate it.

Zhan Qingcheng didn't want to give up even in the superficial era, even if he exhausted all his strength, even if it was another death, he had already died for the country once, this time is nothing.

Leng Han said something to He Haozhong, and He Haozhong sighed and arranged for a more gentle soldier to take care of Xiaohui, so as not to lose her. Leng Shaoshuai's lover is found all over the world. Don't make him feel better.

Zhan Qingcheng knows Leng Han well, so Leng Han would know what to do if he didn't bring it up.

It was snowing, and the two bought an oil-paper umbrella with plum blossoms painted on it, which reminded Leng Han of Zhan Qingcheng's ruthless falling flowers, and finally bought one because Zhan Qingcheng liked it.

Leng Han half bent down and let Zhan Qingcheng come up, Zhan Qingcheng looked up at the snow all over the sky and rarely refused, and joked: "Is this Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

"I'm reciting..." Leng Han then said affectionately: "Wife-to-be."

People on the street are lamenting that this day, this war, they don't even have a warm quilt or a cold meal.

And Zhan Qingcheng held an umbrella in one hand, and Leng Han was carrying him on his back, stepping on the ground step by step, printed on the thin snow, like walking out of a painting, no one can Know where they came from and where they should go back.

At this time, the cold and strong shoulders and strong heartbeat are like a safe harbor, which makes Zhan Qingcheng relax.

"Can it only be me?" Zhan Qingcheng asked softly.

"It can only be you." Leng Han replied firmly.

As soon as I got back to the hotel, the snow fell a lot, and gradually buried the footprints when the cold came, and mercilessly buried them.

Because it was snowing and there was no sun, the room was very dark and cold. I lit two lamp oil bottles in the dark, and it brightened up a lot in an instant. Zhan Qingcheng, who was on the side, really missed modern high technology.

Let alone discussing anything in this situation, even if you say a few bold words casually, you will be watched by others, making everyone panic, for fear that you will be the next to die.