She has made it her homework to write Jun Moyan's name and say 'Jun Moyan I like you, I love you' every day.

Now I feel a little uncomfortable not writing his name for a day, and I always feel that something is missing.

Jun Moyan vacated an encrypted drawer for her important documents, and specially put what she wrote.

So Wen Xiaoai is writing more and more diligently, because she wants to fill that drawer quickly.

Bai Lao, who took the medicine given by the drunkard, was obviously much better.

The drunkard told them to wait in the outer hall, saying that the needle application process should not be disturbed or distracted.

Although they were very worried, Bai Tang and Uncle Ming could only wait outside with everyone.

The drunkard locked the door and placed the medicine box on the bedside table.

looked at Bai Lao, who was still in a coma on the bed, and did not rush to heal.

Instead, he looked around the room, then took out the pinhole camera that he had prepared in advance, and installed it in a hidden corner of the room, but in a place with a full view.

After making sure that the installation would not be discovered, the drunkard came to the bedside, checked Bai Lao's condition, first fed him a few pills, and then took out the acupuncture bag and took off his clothes.

The drunkard picked up a silver needle and looked at the shiny tip of the needle, but hesitated.

He is a doctor who treats diseases and saves people, but now he wants to gamble with other people's lives, which is really against medical ethics and conscience.

The master's wishes and teachings will be violated one by one.

"Master, I'm sorry, I can't help it, if I can't even save myself, what else can I do to save others."

The drunkard looked at Bai Lao, who was in a coma, and felt guilty: "I'm sorry. ”

With that, he plunged the needle into his skin......

The atmosphere in the outer hall is not much more relaxed than in the room.

Tsing Yi, Uncle Ming, and Bai Tang are all worried.

Only Wen Xiaoai was completely unaffected by this atmosphere.

found a cushion, sat on the ground directly next to Jun Moyan's feet, and then took out a pen and paper from her new schoolbag and put a few cases on it and began to write.

From time to time, he turned around and said a few words to Jun Moyan.

Bai Tang caught a glimpse of Wen Xiaoai's name written by Jun Moyan, and looking at the interaction between the two, the more he looked at it, the more he felt unpleasant and unpleasant.

In the room, an hour had passed, and Bai Lao's body was already full of silver needles, and the drunkard was exhausted.

After holding his breath and concentrating, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

He got up and sat directly on the ground, and his whole body collapsed.

The clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, and his slightly pale face was densely covered with sweat.

The drunkard rested his head on the edge of the bed, panting and exhausted.

Lowering his eyes and looking at his trembling hands, the drunkard's eyes gradually became clouded with a layer of mist.

He suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

This smile is indescribably sad, helpless and bitter.

This medical skill is still useless after all.

Because of his long-term alcoholism, he can't even hold a needle in his hand.

Mu Han, Mu Han, how can you be worthy of your master, how can you be worthy of yourself.

The drunkard sat on the ground, crying and laughing at one moment, and it was really difficult to describe his feelings.

The medical skills that he was once proud of, the medical skills that he once forgot to sleep and eat and practiced diligently, are now all destroyed in his own hands, which is really more painful and uncomfortable than killing him.

By the time the drunkard finished the needle, it was already three hours later.

Finally, when Bai Tang completely lost his patience, the door opened.

"How's my grandfather?" Bai Tang hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

The drunkard didn't reply, opened the door, turned around and returned to the room, and then collapsed on the couch tiredly.