Quickly wear the host and finish one after another

After a passionate and lingering intimate contact, the two finally fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Ling Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes and felt her whole body aching as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

She couldn't help but secretly sigh: This Zhexuan is so amazing.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on him. After all, he was young and full of vigor and vitality, and it was not easy for him to endure for so long in the face of such a charming and attractive woman.

"Zhexuan, get up." Ling Xiaoxiao called softly to her lover beside her.

"Call me husband." Zhexuan half closed his eyes with a sly smile on his lips.

"Honey, get up." Ling Xiaoxiao's voice was tinged with coquettishness.

"So good. I wanted to continue taking leave to rest." Zhexuan stretched, seeming not to wake up yet.

"No, we both only took one day off, so we still have to go back to work." Ling Xiaoxiao reminded rationally.

"Yeah, that's true. I have a family now, and I have to work hard to earn money to support my family." Chen Zhexuan said as he got up from bed and put on his clothes.

Afterwards, the two went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together, and then returned to their respective jobs.

Their lives returned to their busy lives, but their feelings for each other grew even deeper.

Ling Xiaoxiao went back to the inpatient department first to check on Yumei's condition.

She was in bed number 9. Ling Xiaoxiao walked closer and saw Yumei lying quietly on the bed. Her face was as pale as paper. She looked very weak, as if all the vitality had been drained away from her.

There was still an IV tube inserted in her hand, and she was receiving an IV drip to maintain basic nutrition and water intake.

Wu Zhihong sat beside the bed, holding his wife's hand tightly, his eyes revealing endless worry and heartache.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao coming in, he quickly stood up with a look of gratitude on his face.

"Xiaoxiao, ah, no, it's you, the miracle doctor, who is here."

"Old classmate, just call me Xiaoxiao." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled, turned to look at his wife and asked, "Yumei, do you feel better?"

Hearing the voice, Yumei slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Ling Xiaoxiao, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Oh, Doctor Ling, you are here..."

"Yes, I took a day off yesterday and didn't go to work. I went to work today, so I came to see how you were recovering." Ling Xiaoxiao explained with a smile.

Yumei's voice was a little weak, but full of gratitude: "Much better. My husband told me that you saved my life from the King of Hell. Thank you so much.

I always thought I just had a good sleep, but who knew he told a completely different story.

All the relatives came and we almost had to call a doctor... Alas, we country people are not well educated and tend to act impulsively when encountering such things.

Fortunately, you were there to save me in time and bring me back from the brink of death. Thank you, Dr. Ling."

Obviously, Yumei might have been influenced by her husband's description of the thrilling rescue scenes that evening and night throughout yesterday, and those scenes kept repeating in her mind.

So when facing this lifesaver, she started attacking like a machine gun.

"You're welcome. It's my duty. It's okay as long as it's done." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at her gently.

Wu Zhihong looked at his wife with a smile, letting her talk non-stop. When she finally finished, he thanked Ling Xiaoxiao again.

Ling Xiaoxiao only stayed for ten minutes and then hurried out of the outpatient clinic.

Today, she is going to start live streaming again. The dean said that she should do it for a week.

If you don't count yesterday, today is the fourth day.

When she logged into her Douyin account, she was surprised to find that her fans had exceeded one million.

She didn't do any live broadcasts yesterday, but her number of fans is still increasing. Now she is truly a big anchor with millions of fans.

"Where did you go yesterday, doctor?"

"It's on air. It's finally on air."

"I am sick and I need to see a doctor."

"Divine doctor, please send out the red envelopes quickly."

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room never stopped, the fans were enthusiastic, and the comments came in like a tide.

"Good morning, dear fans and friends. I had to take a day off yesterday because of something urgent. But it doesn't matter. Let's start today's live broadcast without delay."

At this moment, Ling Xiaoxiao noticed a private message popped up. She curiously clicked it and found that it was from Hua Junjun.

"Doctor Ling, I want to connect with you on the microphone, is that okay? Just think of it as a red envelope I got, and I will pay for the consultation."

"Okay." Ling Xiaoxiao replied with a smile.

It seems that Hua Junjun has some questions to ask, or something he wants to share with everyone.

"Dear fans, please pay attention. There are only two spots left for live broadcasts. I wonder if you still remember Hua Junjun, the last fan friend who was on live broadcast the day before yesterday?

She has already applied for a place. I believe everyone wants to know what happened after she called the police, right? Okay, then I will send out two red envelopes now. "

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Xiaoxiao quickly sent out two red envelopes. In an instant, the red envelopes were snatched away. A group of fans and friends sighed.

"Oops, I didn't get it!"

"Wow, I didn't get it either..."

"Hua Junjun, is that the beautiful lady who picked up the rag doll? How is she doing now?"

"Dr. Miracle Doctor, you must continue the live broadcast this afternoon. There are too few spots available."

"Okay, in that case, I'll connect with Hua Junjun now." After saying that, he quickly connected to the other party's video.

At this moment, Hua Junjun's slightly haggard face appeared on the screen, as if she had experienced a long torture.

She cooperated well and paid the medical fee of 3000 yuan first.

Then he said: "Hello, Dr. Ling, and good morning to all my dear fans and friends."

"By the way, Hua Junjun, I want to ask you how things went after you went to the police station to hand in the doll and cooperated in recording your statement?"

"Doctor Ling, thank you very much for your timely reminder. If you hadn't noticed the abnormality, I'm afraid I... I'm afraid I would have already set foot on the road to hell."

Through the screen, one can clearly see the fear on her face, her voice trembling and choked, her eyes red, and tears seeming like they will burst out at any time.

"Oh, don't be anxious, just speak slowly, I'm listening carefully." Ling Xiaoxiao comforted softly.

Hua Junjun took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then she slowly told the story.

It turned out that after Ling Xiaoxiao's reminder, she rushed to the police station in a hurry.

Along the way, the strange rag doll and Ling Xiaoxiao's serious expression kept appearing in her mind, and her heart was filled with tension and uneasiness.

Finally arriving at the police station, Hua Junjun handed the doll to the police, panting.

The police immediately launched an investigation into the mysterious doll.

After some careful investigation, they were surprised to find that there was an extremely tiny camera installed on the doll's chest.

The camera was hidden very cleverly, tightly wrapped in layer upon layer of cloth. It was difficult to detect without careful observation. The police took a lot of effort to carefully remove it.

"Where did you pick up this rag doll?" the policeman frowned and asked seriously.