Chapter 140 The expression of seeing through the world of mortals
Yan Murong felt like the powerless feeling a woman feels after orgasm. Her whole body was tired, limp, and had no strength at all. Her head was still dizzy. When she opened her eyes, a few small particles would occasionally float in front of her eyes.
Stars, twinkling.
It was already night when Yan Murong woke up, the sky was getting dark, the lights in the tent were on, but there was no one around.
I wanted to force my body to get up, but after trying for a long time, I didn't have any strength in my body. Let alone getting up, it was a bit difficult to raise my head.
A bitter smile appeared on Yan Murong's face, and she shook her head secretly.
I originally thought I could do it, but in the end I ended up hurting him.
Just as he was thinking wildly, a strange fragrance wafted from outside the tent. Yan Murong opened his eyes again, wrinkled his nose and sniffed hard, and then burst into laughter.
The smell is very familiar. It seems that Principal Chen still cares about himself and got himself a chicken to stew.
"Master, are you awake?" Zhao Chen walked in with a lunch box, and when he saw Yan Murong looking at her with his eyes open, he shouted happily.
She knew exactly what Yan Murong was doing when he went in. She could clearly see Yan Murong's pale face when Chen Hanqing carried him out. She thought Yan Murong would sleep for a long time, but she didn't expect that he would wake up so quickly.
"Why is it you?" Yan Murong asked softly. It's not that he doesn't want to speak loudly, it's just that he doesn't have any strength in his body now - speaking is also a labor of strength, so if you can speak quietly, just speak quietly, as long as you can hear him.
"Why can't it be me?" Zhao Chen brushed up his short hair, walked to Yan Murong with a lunch box, put the lunch box on the cabinet aside, and said. "Looking at how tired you are, I even ran away on purpose.
I went down the mountain and bought a chicken and came back to make chicken soup for you ----- Good guy, I went back and forth for several hours, and it was hard work without any credit. Why are you so unwilling to see me? At least you agreed to accept me as your disciple.
Alright?"
Yan Murong smiled bitterly. This woman made the chicken soup of love. She thought that Chen Hanqing was worried about her and specially got it to replenish her health. It turned out that the old man had never thought of it at all. But I heard that Zhao Chen ran down the mountain specially,
After spending several hours going back and forth, Yan Murong was really moved.
"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Murong said politely.
"Hey, it's not hard." Zhao Chen laughed instead.
By the light in the tent, Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and realized that this woman was quite beautiful. She had thin eyebrows like willow leaves, big eyes like a doll, and a pretty face.
She is round, does not look fat, and does not look like an oval-shaped face. She has simple, ear-length short hair, revealing two delicate and flawless earlobes, even without piercings.
Yan Murong thought, in fact, this woman is quite beautiful - but there is something wrong with her brain, yes, it is more serious than that woman Teng Xiangling.
"Don't be sad." Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong, whose face was still a little pale and was looking at her blankly. "You have tried your best - you have done what they can do, and they have done it."
You did what you couldn't do. Although you failed, you tried hard. At least, he didn't feel any pain before he died."
Sad? Yan Murong was stunned, not understanding why this woman suddenly said this.
I feel a little guilty, but where do I start from being sad?
He is a doctor. Over the years, the old man has traveled to countless places and treated many people. Of course, he is just a doctor, and the old man is just a doctor. They are not gods. Some of the illnesses are too serious, and they
There is nothing we can do except to alleviate the pain of the patients, and there are many witnesses of life and death.
Therefore, he felt guilty, but he couldn't say he was sad.
If every doctor felt sad because he couldn't save the patient's life, then he wouldn't have to do anything else in this life, just prepare tissues at home every day, and just get over it.
Just like Chen Hanqing said-----Who can guarantee that the operation will not fail once in a lifetime?
If every doctor was sad because the operation failed, then there would probably be no doctors in the hospital.
"I'm not sad." Yan Murong said softly.
"It's good that you're not sad." Zhao Chen said with a smile. "I'm afraid that masters like you are arrogant and will be disheartened after one failure. If you can't think about it anymore and commit suicide, then who can I find?"
go?"
"------" Yan Murong wanted to cry.
I am absolutely right, this woman is just stupid because of reading ----- Master? Arrogant? Disheartened? Suicide?
Where does all this come from? Can what she said have anything to do with me?
"I'm really not sad. I'm not an arrogant master, and I won't be so frustrated that I commit suicide." Yan Murong explained seriously.
"Huh?" Zhao Chen was stunned and asked doubtfully. "Then why do you have such an expression as if you have seen through the world?"
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless-----If he had the strength now, he swore that he would pin this woman down on the bed and beat her up.
What is that look in your eyes? How can you tell that you have seen through the world of mortals?
After being silent for a long time, Yan Murong finally spoke. "I'm not seeing through the world - I just want to tell you that the chicken soup is getting cold."
"Ah, I almost forgot." After Zhao Chenjing and Yan Murong said this, he remembered that he was here to deliver chicken soup to him. He smiled awkwardly, then picked up the lunch box on the cabinet, took out a spoon, and said, "Master,
Just lie down, I know you have no strength, I will feed you."
Yan Murong nodded, thinking, you don't need to tell me, I have to let you feed me, no matter who else is.
After helping Yan Murong up and leaning the pillow against the bed, Zhao Chen scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and then brought it to Yan Murong's mouth.
"Hey? Did you make this chicken soup?" Yan Murong took a sip of the chicken soup and looked at Zhao Chen in surprise.
This woman can't do anything else well, and her head is a bit stiff, but this chicken soup is much better than what's made in big hotels outside.
When Yan Murong asked, Zhao Chen's face suddenly turned red and he said weakly, "I bought this chicken."
"Huh? What then?"
"I killed him too." Zhao Chen glanced at Yan Murong and said sheepishly. But Yan Murong was even more puzzled. Didn't he just kill a chicken? What's there to be embarrassed about?
"I pulled the hair out," Zhao Chen continued.
"I asked about chicken soup." Yan Murong said strangely. "This chicken soup is delicious. I didn't know you had this skill."
"I-----I-----" Zhao Chen hesitated for a long time, then blushed and whispered. "I can't cook."
"You don't know how to cook?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. "It's okay, what's the big deal if you can't cook? As long as you can make soup."
"I don't know how to make soup either." Zhao Chen's voice became even softer. Yan Murong praised her so much, but she knew that she deserved it.
"Ah? Then who made this soup?"
"Chef-----"
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