Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Then, Mu Ziling opened his eyes, bit his back teeth, his eyes were clear, and stared at Ye Zimu without blinking.

It was only a few seconds, but Ye Zimu's heart was a little terrified.

However, the tightness of Mu Ziling's angry little hand was almost painless to Ye Zimu.

However, he still took a breath of air in cooperation, and yelled exaggeratedly in pain: "It hurts, it hurts to death, Boss Mu, you are a cow, with such great strength, you have said that men and women can't kiss each other, and you still hold it like this Tight, do you still want me to marry a wife? Let go."

With a straight face, Mu Ziling said earnestly and seriously: "Da Saobao, it's not suitable for you and me to use it on you and me, because from now on, no, from getting to know you, I will I won't treat you as... oh!"

Mu Ziling hadn't finished saying the word 'man' at the end, Ye Zimu directly stuffed the big chicken leg in her hand into her mouth, betting her mouth so tightly that she couldn't make a normal sound.

"Your stomach growled like this, and you still talk so much, you won't die of starvation!" Ye Zimu withdrew his hand, then gave her a blank look, and hummed angrily, "From now on, eat more and talk less."

This little girl is simply too annoying.

He couldn't believe it, such a big chicken leg couldn't heal her small mouth.

Mu Ziling angrily removed the chicken leg that was stuffing her mouth wide, but threw it away without resentment and pride.

This is to fill the stomach, so no matter how much she wants to vent her anger, she will not feel sorry for her stomach.

Mu Ziling held the chicken leg firmly in his hand, staring at Ye Zimu's retracted hand with blazing eyes, staring intently.

The more this big profiteer behaved indifferently, the more worried she became.

Although he still doesn't know his identity, nor why he treats him so well.

But, let's not talk about other things, just because he appeared out of thin air a few times, and risked his life several times for her, no matter whether there is a reason or not, she cannot ignore it indifferently.

Besides, she was not cold-blooded. The big profiteer almost lost her life in order to save herself.

It would be a lie to say that she was not moved at all.

Not only was she moved, she was moved!

She was so moved that now whenever she thinks of him crouching on the tall tree dying, her heart will feel sour for no reason, and she wants to cry for no reason.

And this big profiteer has always said that they share weal and woe. Since they share weal and woe, if she doesn't do something, how can she be ashamed?

So today, if she doesn't have a physical examination of this big profiteer, she will never give up. Mu Ziling secretly made up her mind.

Seeing Mu Ziling's thoughtful expression, Ye Zimu's eyes flashed a look of helplessness that seemed to be there.

I don't want to worry her...

However, this stubborn little girl, it seems that he will not be able to escape today.

Just when Ye Zimu was helpless.

really! Mu Ziling stared at him ferociously, and hooked his fingers at him: "How did you retract your hand just now, how can you stretch it out now."

Look at this tone, and then look at this attitude... Ye Zimu's mouth twitched almost invisibly.

This little girl is really getting smaller and smaller, but she can't make people angry no matter what.

"You can reach out, but..." Ye Zimu snorted lightly, then raised his chin at the chicken leg in Mu Ziling's hand, with a disgusted tone: "Eat it first, it's greasy and dirty Xixi, don't stain my white jade-like tender hands."

Seeing Ye Zimu's seriously disgusted look, Mu Zi was so angry that he wanted to knock the chicken leg off his head.

However, how could she not know that Ye Zimu was cornering her to let her eat?

This stubborn profiteer is clearly worried that she will be hungry!

Since he cared about her, he still behaved so badly that it made people want to turn their backs on him without the confidence.

"I really can't starve to death." Mu Ziling lifted her chin, smiled slightly, and put the chicken leg aside.

Ye Zimu moved his lips and wanted to say something, when he saw Mu Ziling's two small hands rubbing against each other.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, what does this little girl want to do?

Mu Ziling put the two greasy hands in front of him, but only gave him a glance, and asked with a smile: "Do you think my hands are dirty? Look again, are these hands dirty enough now?" ?”

Ye Zimu blinked in confusion, was startled, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

However, before Ye Zimu realized what Mu Ziling was going to do.

Mu Ziling grinned at him brightly like a flower.

Without further ado, she directly printed two greasy hands on Ye Zimu's white clothes, and wiped them clean one finger at a time.

Ye Zimu saw this whole process, and there were ten thousand ponies galloping past in his heart.

Mu Ziling raised her wiped hand in front of Ye Zimu and shook it triumphantly.

Looking down to see his white clothes, two small black handprints were imprinted directly, Ye Zimu was stunned, and suddenly felt like throwing a stone at his foot.

Ignoring Ye Zimu's dumbfounded expression, Mu Ziling asked innocently: "How is it? Is it clean enough now?"

Ye Zimu looked at Mu Ziling's white and clean hands dumbfounded, and expressed dissatisfaction: "Boss Mu, you can't do this, why are you using my clothes as a rag to wipe them, why don't you wipe yours—"

Before Ye Zimu could say the word 'clothes', Mu Ziling's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Huh?" Mu Ziling hummed a nasal sound, as if to take the chicken leg.

Ye Zimu nodded quickly: "...that's enough, it's clean enough!"

He dares to guarantee that if he dares to despise another word, this little girl will definitely throw the whole drumstick on him.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are dirty, but you can't get the chicken legs dirty, this girl is hungry, Ye Zimu is speechless and helpless in her heart!

Mu Ziling nodded in satisfaction.

"Stretch out your hand, and I'll bandage it up for you." She stretched out her hand, hooked it, and signaled Ye Zimu to give her his hand.

For the first time in history, Ye Zimu didn't say much in front of Mu Ziling, and honestly stretched out his hands.

Mu Ziling took out the gauze and potion, and carefully bandaged Ye Zimu's injured fingertips.

During this period, she kept her head down and bandaged seriously, but she didn't see Ye Zimu's clear eyes with a doting smile, and the black and white eyeballs kept turning back and forth with her bandaging action.

After bandaging Ye Zimu's hands, Mu Ziling raised his head and glanced at him.

At this time, Ye Zimu's complexion had returned to normal. He looked at his hand, which was wrapped with ten fingers that couldn't be closed, frowned, and said with some disgust, "Boss Mu, what are you wrapping? It's like a zongzi." Yes, how can I still eat?"

This dead profiteer doesn't dislike her for one day, and dislikes her for that, isn't it fun?

Mu Ziling gritted her teeth: "I stretch out my hand again, and I'll give you a pulse, to see if there is any cure for your itchy skin that you need to beat all the time."

Bandaging is enough, but the pulse... Ye Zimu's expression flashed a touch of complexity, and it passed by in a flash, so fast that people couldn't catch it.

He hesitated.

However, seeing Mu Ziling's persistent and serious gaze, Ye Zimu knew that he couldn't resist.

If this was normal, how could he be threatened and joked?

But now... Ye Zimu felt extremely helpless, he was afraid that this silly girl would threaten him with herself.

If Mu Ziling could discover this, how much less wronged would she suffer?

Finally, Ye Zimu stretched out his hand.

Originally, Mu Ziling had a shallow smile full of interest, but the moment she touched Ye Zimu's wrist, the smile on her mouth faded in an instant.

From the moment he stretched out his hand, Ye Zimu, who had been staring at Mu Ziling's face, saw her smile suddenly restrained, and a look of concern flashed in his eyes.

This was the last thing he wanted to see Xiao Ling'er's expression after taking his pulse, but he still had no choice but to let him see it.

It seems that this little girl's medical skills are far better than he imagined.

This is really a gratifying and helpless discovery.

So even though he tried his best to conceal it, he was finally betrayed by a thin pulse.

At this moment, Mu Ziling's smiling eyes already showed a hint of surprise, which was replaced by unbelievable and inexplicable distress.

The previous guess was indeed correct, no, there was no need to guess at all.

Seeing Ye Zimu climbing up the tree yesterday, it was already obvious.

Before coming here, Ye Zimu really experienced something, it seemed that it was serious enough to cost his life.

Until now, although Ye Zimu has returned to normal, she looks normal, her face is full of red.

But Mu Ziling could clearly feel the real situation in his body through his pulse.

Ye Zimu is still very weak!

Just when Mu Ziling was in a daze, Ye Zimu had already quietly withdrawn his hand, he regretted it a bit, he would not have felt her pulse if he had known earlier.

Mu Ziling was still in disbelief and didn't notice Ye Zimu's movements. She asked worriedly: "Big profiteer, did you get hurt somewhere?"

The reason why she asked this question was because she understood that Ye Zimu's weakness and pale complexion yesterday were caused by excessive blood loss, and it was not the usual kind of blood loss.

But now it seems that Ye Zimu's body has no trace of injury, how could he lose too much blood and become so weak, Mu Ziling was very puzzled.

Ye Zimu raised his hand that was wrapped into rice dumplings, and complained knowingly: "Where did you get hurt, didn't you just wrap it?"

Mu Ziling rolled his eyes at him angrily, and decided not to ask.

Because you don't need to think about it, you know that when asked about the situation now, nine of the ten sentences of the big profiteer are definitely nonsense.

Not in Ye Zimu again, Mu Ziling continued to think about the result of her pulse just now.

In addition to the blood loss, Ye Zimu's body was almost exhausted, Mu Ziling thought, this should be a kind of martial arts, she didn't understand.

But, how serious does it have to be to turn his black hair into silver and make him look almost transparent?

Mu Ziling shifted his gaze to Ye Zimu's tightly wrapped hands, and recalled the scene yesterday.