Strongest Guard

Li Nanfang regretted it when he was carried on the stretcher by the medical staff.

I regret that I shouldn't play with Lao Song in this way.

He is in a bad mood, what about the old Song Mao?

Lao Song saw that a hand was suddenly dropped on the carriage, and he was shocked to slam on the brakes. It was normal. There was no need for Li Nanfang to fall off the car and try to blackmail others.

Was it easy for Lao Song to get food in the dark?

Those who try to blackmail him, how dark is their heart to blackmail him?

However, Li Nanfang regretted that it was too late and was pushed into the elevator. If he was getting up from the stretcher and jokingly said that it was okay, just wanting to make a joke with someone, it is estimated that Lao Song would punch him in the face.

When Li Nanfang has a guilty conscience, he usually won't dodge, so he might be beaten into panda eyes.

A man with panda eyes walking on the street is so shameless.

For the sake of the man's face, Li Nanfang had to continue to pretend to be. After being rescued by the doctor, he woke up leisurely. That would make more sense.

As for how much medical expenses were incurred by Lao Song, it was nothing more than a problem that could be solved with money.

A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Don't look at Li Nanfang now almost penniless, but people just need a phone call-they might become rich.

After making up his mind and waiting to make up for Lao Song afterwards, Li Nanfang became more calm, lying flat on the stretcher, eyes closed, his mood was extremely calm, and tiredness came in waves.

Alas, they were spent most of the night by the fake policeman, and they were really sleepy. Under the caring care of the medical staff, a good night's sleep was also a good treatment.

If you're lucky, you might meet a beautiful doctor who will give artificial respiration after detecting that Li Nanfang's heart has stopped.

Putting yourself in a state of suspended animation is certainly not so difficult for ordinary people.

But for Li Nanfang, who has a black dragon body, it is as difficult as the average person.

But he was sure to make his heart beat from time to time, especially slowly.

This is all thanks to the stinky lady Aunt Xue, who forced Li Nanfang to practice yoga in the past, saying that yoga has a magical trick of death, which is known to martial arts fans. She did not practice it when she was older. Unfortunately, I hope Li Nanfang can realize her dream when she was young.

Under Xue Xinghan's great torture, Li Nanfang's bullshit's fake death technique failed to develop, but instead caused an arrhythmia - the only thing that is gratifying is that he can now control his heartbeat at will.

I didn't have the chance to use it before, but now it finally comes in handy.

This may be what the common people often say, right?

When Li Nanfang just thought about this, he was startled by the harsh sound of a plate falling to the ground. He almost stopped his arrhythmic heart. It was a real regret to go to the underworld to taste. Of course he was very upset.

Who is so unethical, in the emergency room that needs absolute quietness, making such a big move, almost making Lao Tzu go crazy?

Li Nanfang, who was unhappy in his heart, secretly opened his eyes and looked at the man who knocked the plate off the table.

It really is a female doctor.

Because she was wearing a hat, a mask, and a white coat, she couldn't see her looks or figure, but she could see her eyes.

Very coquettish eyes, so watery, containing the affection that makes the buddies stunned, seemingly familiar, like, who is it?

Look at this memory of Lao Tzu, it's getting worse and worse.

Alas, whoever she is, with these eyes, the buddies are willing to be tossed by her.

Cam, come on, toss me.

Squeeze my heart with those little hands in your gloves.

Use that little red mouth under your mask to give me artificial respiration.

Li Nanfang, who had a rather dirty mind, prayed in secret, closed his eyes again, and concentrated on suspended animation.

"Doctor Jiang, what's wrong?"

Looking back and seeing Jiang Moran leaning on the table, and after her body trembled uncontrollably, Director Yan's heart moved and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Moran ignored it.

No, she didn't hear what Director Yan was saying at all.

All her attention now was on the man on the stretcher.

It's him.

How could it be him?

What happened to him?

Oh, there was a car accident.

died?

Pushing away and walking over to Director Yan who asked again in a low voice what was wrong, Jiang Moran raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, and walked to the stretcher in despair. He opened his mouth before uttering a word, crystal tears, just It dripped from the corner of his eyes and landed on Li Nanfang's face with a clatter.

Seeing that Dr. Jiang violated the emergency room work rules, he suddenly took off his mask and walked to the car accident. After tears fell, Director Yan and other medical staff suddenly thought of something.

Dr. Jiang's high heels.

Dr. Jiang, who has only been in Jinghua Hospital for a few months, has succeeded in being among the ranks of several large hospitals with her excellent business ability, gentle and kind personality-well, these are all shit.

The talented Jinghua Hospital has female doctors and professors who have better professional skills than her. Female professors are everywhere, and their tempers are too gentle, but they have not become hospital flowers. The most important point is that they do not have the tricks of Doctor Jiang. The face is just charming.

Dr. Jiang is definitely the lowest-profile one among the several large courtyard flowers. There is only a close friend like Director Yan by her side, and there is no wild bee or butterfly, because she has a pair of high heels that she has never worn.

Rumor has it that when Dr. Jiang waits for the person she likes, he will put on those black and red stiletto heels to completely show the world her unparalleled charm of a young woman.

Who is her favorite?

Director Yan, those gossip youths are struggling to find answers.

Now they saw the answer.

The answer is this one who is lying on the stretcher.

If it weren’t for him, Dr. Jiang, who had always maintained absolute calmness and rationality in his work, would have made a low-level mistake of touching the tray, how could he have taken off his mask, and how could he watch this hard and tears? ?

Suddenly, Director Yan thought of two poems, the moon in the sea had tears, and the sun was warm in Lantian jade.

It's a pity that Jiang Moran, who is worthy of these two poems, is not something that Director Yan can get involved, but this kind of stuff----When Director Yan thought about this, other medical staff also figured out the taste, and they all read it. To Li Nanfang.

"Lee, Nanfang."

Jiang Moran's lips trembled, and finally said Li Nanfang's name.

Jiang Moran's voice was as fine as a mosquito, with obvious whimpers and tremors. Director Yan and others could not hear it, but Mr. Li, who was aurally sensitive, could hear him. Suddenly, he suddenly stunned, fucking, how do I look at it? These eyes are very familiar, it turns out to be Lao Tzu's affection.

It’s just that even if our concubine’s relationship is quite strong, it doesn’t seem to be emotional, right?

Me and you, aren’t Hong Guoguo’s physical needs?

Physical needs are not love.

It's not love. How come you are so excited when you see me, full of the sadness of your dead husband?

Before you know it, you won't really fall in love with me, will you?

Doctor Jiang, can you please stop being so bloody?

There are enough women around my buddy, I really don't want to have one more of you.

You were born so charming and charming, how could you have not been eaten in the environment of wolves like the Jinghua Hospital?

Alas, this seems very unscientific.

After Li Nanfang sighed in his heart, he thought, "It's really scientific. I must kill the wolf. If you dare to touch my woman, you are definitely impatient."

He wanted to open his eyes and ask these questions.

However, the surrounding medical staff stood there like wooden stakes, and Li Nanfang was a little embarrassed, but continued to play dead.

"Li Nanfang, what's wrong with you?"

When Jiang Moran stretched out his hand to touch Li Nanfang's face, Director Yan said: "Doctor Jiang, let's rescue the patient first."

After seeing the man who was thinking about it day and night, Jiang Moran was upset and lost every inch, letting go----In short, she completely forgot that she was a doctor, this was the emergency room, and Li Nanfang was a patient in need of rescue. She just wanted to Touched his little face and asked him what's wrong.

After Director Yan's reminder, Jiang Moran suddenly became sober. When he straightened his waist, he wiped away the tears on his face with his backhand. He solemnly ordered several medical staff to immediately lift Li Nanfang onto the operating table.

To say that Jiang Moran's psychological quality is still very strong, once he suppressed Li Nanfang's fear of death, he immediately regained his supposed calmness.

Her official position in the hospital is not as great as that of Director Yan, but she is the attending doctor on duty in the third department of surgery. According to hospital rules, the medical staff on duty in the emergency room tonight must follow her assignment.

So instead of asking Director Yan, a few nurses lifted Li Nanfang from the stretcher and put it on the operating table.

"scissors."

Once Jiang Moran enters the working state, his mind will not be disturbed by personal relationships. Everything follows the standard procedure for rescuing patients in a car accident. After checking that Li Nanfang's head is not injured, he immediately asks his assistant for scissors.

Scissors are needed to cut Li Nanfang's clothes.

It’s normal for a car accident patient to have broken bones and tendons after being hit by a car or run over by a wheel.

When being carried on the operating table, the surgeon would not undress him. He would only use scissors to cut his clothes altogether, so that he would not have to raise his arms and kick his legs and avoid secondary injuries.

Click, click, stab.

Listening to the sound of scissors cutting clothes, Li Nanfang almost dripped blood with distress.

Pretending to be compelling, it really costs a lot.

This looks inconspicuous clothes on the surface, but the handmade products Helan Xiaoxin bought him are not tens of thousands, so don't even want to wear them.

Although when Lao Song braked hard, in order to pretend to be more realistic, Li Nanfang once fell on the ground full of sewage ---- something special. At that time, when his brain was short-circuited, he did not even realize that he How valuable are clothes.

Otherwise, he would be stupid and risk damaging his clothes of tens of thousands to blackmail people's 100 yuan for breakfast.

Fortunately, because of Li Nanfang's extremely professional porcelain touch technology, when he fell off, he did not rub his clothes on the road, but it was dirty. After washing it, he can continue to wear it.

Can it be broken by scissors?

Should we find a tailor again?

It's a pretty loss.

Ugh.

When Li Nanfang sighed in his heart, Jiang Moran's little hand swam away gently under his chest and ribs.

Although it is wearing gloves, it still feels soft and comfortable.

This is to check if he has any obvious fractures.

Don't touch it, touch it again, I will react.

Li Nanfang, who was carefully examined by Jiang Moran, naturally thought of the physiological reactions that men should have in those days with her latex paint. This is also normal.

Just when Li Nanfang's thing was about to raise his head, the little hand finally left.

When he was relieved, his little hand picked up his belt again.

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