After eating the soup dumplings, Mo Jiang touched his mouth, and the nurse Lao Zhang immediately packed up his things, washed hot towels, wiped all his hands and faces for Mo Jiang, and then fetched water to wash his feet.

In fact, Mo Jiang can do these things now, but he doesn't want to move, he just enjoys this feeling of being served like an uncle, he has seen so many people's eyes and contempt for so many days, and at this moment he feels that he is living like a person.

Mo Jiang's every move was in the eyes of the nurse Lao Zhang, and the man who asked him said that he wanted him to observe this person carefully and serve him attentively.

"Mr. Mo, rest early, your body needs to rest more, if you need anything, just call me, I'll be next to you." ”

"Okay, you can sleep. Mo Jiang looked at the caregiver's respectful appearance towards him, and the comfort in his heart slowly spread to the whole person.

In the dark, he stared at a pair of sparkling eyes, staring at the ceiling above his head, wondering in his heart who was the boss behind the scenes and why he was so good to himself.

He doesn't think about why this person is good to him or what he wants to do now, what he starts to think about is that he has to follow this person for the rest of his life, so that he still has to worry about eating and drinking, and he will eat and drink spicy food for the rest of his life.

Let those who look down on themselves look at themselves differently in the future, especially Mo Ruo and her man, as well as their parents, let them be selfish, and when they are prosperous in the future, don't want to touch themselves a little light, and actually watch themselves die, just refuse to spend money.

As soon as he thought of his parents, Mo Jiang had an uncontrollable hatred in his heart, and he even wanted to stab them to death with his own hands, stabbing them to death with a knife, watching them beg and cry in pain, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Hypocritical parents, day by day, say how much they like themselves and do everything for themselves, but when they are sick and really want them to sell their houses, the two of them all come up with a lot of excuses, and when they are uncomfortable and are really about to die, they are not even willing to buy a fever reducer for a few cents.

It's all false, it's all fake, these two things have made Mo Jiang's mentality towards his parents change greatly, no matter how good he used to be, it was fake, they were extremely selfish people.

If you stab them to death, you should stab them to death, Mo Jiang had a voice in his heart, whispering, he imagined in his mind, the dagger shining with cold light stabbed them heavily into their chests, looking at the stunned expressions on their faces, watching the warm blood gushing out in an instant, he couldn't stop feeling pleasure in his heart.

Suddenly, there was something strange in his body, and he lost sperm.

Full of warm thoughts**, as the old saying goes, after eating full and warm, and having no worries in life for the time being, the primitive impulse in Mo Jiang's body gradually woke up, but it was only just waking up, and now he has lived a good life for less than a day, and he doesn't dare to think too much.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang. The stickiness between his legs made him very uncomfortable, and this time it seemed to be pouring out a little too much, even the sick pants were wet, and Mo Jiang had already taken them off.

"What's the matter, Mr. Mo. Hearing the shout, Lao Zhang turned over, and there was a small lamp on at the head of his bed, which was very convenient for doing anything.

"That...... My pants are dirty, you can wash them for me, or I won't change my clothes tomorrow. "Mo Jiang is a little embarrassed, but he can't do it if he doesn't wash it, he can't see people with his bare ass tomorrow, and he can wear it tomorrow morning after washing it now.

"Good. Lao Zhang didn't ask much, walked over and picked up his pants, smelled a fishy smell, and knew what was going on, although he was pickled, but he hadn't seen anything as a nurse, feces and urine were commonplace, what was a little of this, he washed his pants very neatly and hung them in the toilet to dry.

As soon as he came out, he saw that Mo Jiang was still staring, "Mr. Mo, rest early, you are still suffering from fever, rest more quickly." ”

A sentence of resting is good quickly, and suddenly twisting Mo Jiang's tendons, if he is better, will everything be beaten back to reality, this kind of bottomless good life makes him panic from time to time.

"I can't sleep, let's talk. ”

Lao Zhang was in his fifties, and he didn't think there were many, and Mo Jiang was actually good at serving, at that time, that person spent three times the price to invite him, and also put forward a bunch of requirements, what should have the eyesight to serve well, what should be able to speak, and also observe the patient's inner thoughts and movements.

said that as long as he did a good job, money would definitely not be disadvantaged to him, to tell the truth, at that time he thought that it was a difficult patient to serve, and he thought a lot in his heart, thinking that for this money, he must look good and meet the requirements of his employer.

Especially when he came to the door of the suite ward, he thought that he should meet a very bad-tempered local boss, this kind of ward is generally occupied by rich people, and rich people, with a big temper, also like to change the tricks to toss the nurse, do not treat the nurse as a person, he is prepared for a thousand difficulties.

Who knows that the patient inside is a young man, and he only has pneumonia, this disease has to live in such an expensive ward, not a serious patient, it is so easy to serve, and he does not use the instrument, and he does not need to pick up and urine, and he does not have to turn over and scrub the patient.

"Mr. Mo, you say, if I say something bad, don't laugh at me. ”

The corners of Mo Jiang's mouth rose slightly, and after thinking about it, he said: "If there is a boy whose family is an ordinary citizen, his parents have little money, and he is seriously ill, and his parents are reluctant to sell their children's houses for medical treatment, do you think such parents are competent?"

A boy, an ordinary citizen, listened to Mo Jiang's description, Lao Zhang was a little confused, who was Mo Jiang talking about? He didn't know the relationship between Mo Jiang and that man, he thought they were relatives, and once thought that Mo Jiang was the young master of a rich family, and someone would take care of him when he was sick.

So Mo Jiang suddenly asked like this, Lao Zhang didn't know how to answer, but his heart suddenly flashed slightly, the underwear he washed for Mo Jiang just now had already been loosened, and some of the places sewn with needles and threads also had some small holes, plus the clothes that Mo Jiang had changed from the one he washed yesterday.

A white shirt made of chemical fiber material, and a pair of pants that are still made of chemical fiber material, the quality is not good when touched, and it is similar to what he wears, that is, thirty or fifty stalls, so when he washed it, he still wondered in his heart, why do you wear this if you are so rich.

Suddenly, Lao Zhang's mind lit up, could this person be Mo Jiang himself, if so, then everything makes sense, he looks like a poor man, and when he was eating just now, he also thought, as if he hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, he has served so many local tyrants, eats porridge and soup dumplings, and can still eat like this, there is no one.

Those people can't wait to serve the abalone bird's nest dragon liver and phoenix marrow every day, and they all feel that they have no appetite, Lao Zhang deduced that Mo Jiang is this boy.