Eat while hot

Yang Moshu had a dream.

In the dream, I ate Shujiuxiang with Xu Wanhe, Xu Wanhe dipped in sesame oil, Yang Moshu dipped in sesame paste, and each had a bottle of soy milk.

The two wanted extra spicy, and every grid was full of peppers. Yang Moshu couldn't stand the hotness, so he put down his chopsticks and drank soy milk vigorously, but Xu Wanhe was fine, just took a small cigarette to rinse the goose intestines.

Yang Moshu's mouth was hot, "Xiaomei... so spicy... hiss... hiss..."

Xu Wanhe raised his eyelids, his face full of contempt,

"You idiot! Dip in sesame oil to get rid of spicy food!"

Yang Moshu was not convinced, and was about to argue with him, but Lao Gao's mouth was swollen and he couldn't speak.

When he was angry, seeing Xu Wanhe take away all the new goose intestines in the pot, Yang Moshu was furious, slapped the table and wanted to argue with him, but woke up suddenly.

Mouth is still hot.

The young nurse's fair and tender face dangled in front of her eyes,

"woke up……"

Then a few more people came up,

"Fuck, wake up, wake up, go call Brother Xu!"

"What's the rush, brother Xu put medicine on your feet, fuck it, these idiots, if you can't beat brother Xu, they will sneak attack our little brother Yang, you see, brother Xu is in a hurry, in order to save people, go up to the next level They all fell down, knocked their feet and bled..."

"Brother Xu shouldn't be wearing sandals...it would be fine if he wore leather shoes..."

"Okay, let's go find Brother Xu, and tell Brother Xu when the medicine is ready..."

When everyone left the house, Yang Moshu sat up from the bed.

I touched my limbs and found that they were all there, so I turned to look at the little nurse next to me.

"Nurse...hey...Oda...it's you..."

Nurse Xiaotian looked at him, "Dr. Yang, your leader has been looking for you all afternoon, and you didn't even ask for a leave of absence. So you went to fight with someone..."

Yang Moshu checked his head again, "I'm fine, won't there be any sequelae?"

"No, Doctor Yang, you're just suffering from heatstroke, your lips are swollen again, everything else is normal."

Yang Moshu got out of bed, "By the way, there is another black guy with me, is he okay?"

Nurse Oda packed up his things and went out, "He's okay, but half of his toenail was knocked off and he bled a lot. He's being disinfected next door."

Yang Moshu hurriedly went to the next room to find Xu Wanhe.

There was a lot of darkness outside the next ward.

Because I heard that the boss was revenged by the enemy just now, so they all put down the children and land at home and came here. Several people brought guys and thought they were going to fight, but they found out that they were visiting sick, so they stuffed iron rods into their clothes and exposed them from the back of their collars. A stick head came out.

Yang Moshu pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

Some people are not willing, when the chest is an elbow,

"Squeeze your father's eggs!"

Yang Moshu pointed his finger at his mouth,

"Fighting friend? We fought together. I'll go in and see him."

"You still want to come in and take a look? I've been here for half an hour, I haven't even seen a hair, I'm still squeezed here, don't squeeze the dick, the hip bones will be crushed."

Yang Moshu didn't bother to talk to him, and wanted to squeeze in, but found that it was really impossible.

I feel a little hot, and I want to quit, but I can't.

This Xu Wanhe's popularity is really wide, so many people came to visit him even if he lost his toenail, unlike his own room, which was empty, there were two people watching at first, but when they saw that he woke up, they both left.

Yang Moshu was so crowded that he took out his cell phone and called Xu Wanhe.

Xu Wanhe was a little surprised when he answered the phone, but when he heard that Yang Moshu was crowded outside, he hurriedly asked someone to disperse the people at the door and brought Yang Moshu inside.

When Yang Moshu went in, he saw that the iodophor on Xu Wanhe's right foot hadn't evaporated completely, and he was leaning on the chair, biting a cigarette, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although it's a bit pretentious, Yang Moshu still thinks it's cool.

The cool Yang Moshu was reluctant to step forward for a while, and stood at the door quietly admiring him.

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