"Huh? The pulse is stable, but the heartbeat is almost no. It doesn't look like poisoning!" Mo Yan pinched Watson's feet and murmured in a low voice.

He frowned and took out another foot from the wall, with black stockings longer than straight legs and no shoes.

It feels very soft to the touch and feels great, completely different from the previous rough texture.

Mo Yan glanced at the legs in his hand and immediately stuffed them back.

"I got it wrong! It's not this one!"

He quickly took out another leg, this time it was Watson's.

He put his hand on Watson's calves and tapped his fingers gently, a purple ripples slowly swept away from his fingertips.

"Well, this kid is too weak, he must be a senior stay-at-home party! Generally speaking..."

Mo Yan turned his head to look at Canglang, and said in a light tone: "You don't want to listen carefully and learn a trick? I'm a leg vein technique that has been lost for hundreds of years!"

Canglang pointed to his nose and Watson's legs.

"Let me learn this pulse-calculating technique? If I go out, I will be beaten to death, right?"

"彩~ ignorance!" Mo Yan stopped persuading Canglang and took his pulse on his own.

His eyebrows tightened and loosened, and his eyebrows were like a pair of wriggling bugs. Canglang was suspicious in the distance.

It is said that old Chinese doctors are a bit like that.

I didn’t expect that I could actually transcend this path. It’s really not easy.

I just don’t know if this old man named Mo Yan practiced this move when he was young.

Although he was watching the show, his mind was actually in a state of high tension, and his consuming skills were ready to go.

Mo Yan glanced at Canglang and closed it again, as if he had not noticed Canglang's small movements.

"Young man, don't be so nervous! Since I stopped you, I will not let you go! Your classmate, I will definitely save him. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss of Mo's title as a great doctor?"

"Coat?"

Canglang looked at the military green coat on Mo Yan.

This is just an extremely ordinary labor protection military coat. Although it is warm and practical, there is nothing to praise in terms of beauty.

Mo Yan did not hear the doubts in Canglang's mouth, and was still taking the pulse seriously.

After a long time, he finally put down his foot, stroked his whiskers that were not thick on his lips, shook his head and began to say, "Your friend is basically fine, he is just weak. Go back and give him some brown sugar water and have a good sleep. In another week, another lively little grasshopper will be!"

After saying that, Mo Yan pulled Watson out of the wall, and water patterns rippled on the wall, demonstrating the extraordinary here.

Canglang's eyes swam back and forth between the wall and Watson, and finally reached out to pick Watson up.

"Thank you, Senior Mo, you are such a great doctor with great medical skills! Then there is nothing wrong, let's go back first?"

He was about to turn around and leave, but he saw Mo Yan wave his hand, as if he had something to say.

Mo Yan stretched out his palm, and Azhu lay in the palm of his palm, his breath was smooth and he seemed to be asleep.

In this way, Mo Yan did not hurt Azhu.

Canglang took Azhu over and thanked him a few more words again.

"Don't rush to thank me! After a while, the German Conference will become very lively. You will be in the center of various vortexes. You are hiding in the corner and not participating in anything? You are also actively participating in the torrent of the times and becoming a real spirit extermination? You can control these two completely different destinies! No one can make any decisions that threaten the safety of life for others."

Mo Yan spoke very quickly, but he had already expressed his meaning very clearly.

Canglang stood there, thought for a while, but still expressed his thoughts. After all, the other party seemed to be really concerned about his decision.

"When I was a child, others told me that I can't do dangerous things! Now that I can grow up so old, I rely on being cautious and staying away from gossip, and achieving it step by step! So, I will hide!"

Pick~ Pick~

Canglang slowly walked towards the ground with Watson on his back, and Ah Zhu was also put back and jumped on Canglang's shoulder.

Mo Yan did not go up with him, but looked at the wall again with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking very hot.

Canglang and the others walked up slowly just like when they came in before.

Although the shape is not very good, Canglang is still in a good mood.

Because Watson was finally cured.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in modern medicine, but that he has been fooled by experts on his mobile phone too many times, so he gradually began to believe in this kind of overly thoughtful life.

"A Zhu, I'm just on the first floor of the brigade. Do you think we can get the other side together?"

Azhu couldn't open her eyes, and her tone was as angry as a gossip. She had already insisted on speaking: "That old man is too strong! I don't want to fight him at all, I advise you to stop beating him!"

"Haha~ Look at what you said! When did I become an adventurous person? I just want to make more money."

Azhu closed her eyes and fell asleep obediently.

Canglang sent Watson back to his dormitory, but his roommate was not there.

He touched Watson for a long time, finally took out the key, opened the door, and threw it onto the bed.

The windows are bright and clean, the floor is free of dust, and the bed is extremely neat.

Comparing Watson's dormitory with Canglang's dormitory, Canglang suddenly felt that the place where he lived was a pig's nest.

And Watson is a fox who is obsessed with cleanliness.

"Oh~ You can sleep first!"

Canglang found paper and pen, wrote down the doctor's order left by Mo Yan, closed the door gently, and left.

After three minutes, Watson slowly opened his eyes, looked out the door with his head tilted, and a dazzling light shot out of his eyes.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, pretending nothing happened, and continued to sleep.

Back to Canglang, who was upstairs, sat on a stool, holding his enamel cup, and felt a little confused.

Unexpectedly, a dormitory manager became a peerless master.

There is such a secret hidden downstairs of this building. If it spreads, I wonder if it will cause an uproar.

The spirit in Watson's body has been removed and his body has been examined, but why does it still give people a sense of danger?

And A Zhu, was she really injured by Old Man Mo, or was she pretending to be weak to seek big things?

"Oh~ It's so annoying!"

Canglang took two sips of tea, put down the cup, and turned on the computer.

He clicked on the finishing point Chinese website, glanced at the ranking list, and suddenly saw a book: "My Zombie Girlfriend".

He clicked and looked at it a few times, and found that it was actually a doomsday zombie text.

When you see a knife, you don’t twist your neck and penetrate the intestines.

It's so bloody, quite exciting!

More importantly, the author is actually a female master writer, which is extremely rare among the male masters.

After watching for half an hour, Canglang closed the web page, but he was still unsatisfied.

Gugugugu~

Before I knew it, it was time for supper again, and reason told him: Go to the cafeteria for a good meal.

But my body kept dragging my legs, and the little devil's voice kept popping out of my ears: Is it good to have a meal today, and are you going to eat dirt tomorrow?

After several struggles, he decisively boiled the water, took out the fresh shrimp and fish plates he had bought before, and even found a King of Shuanghui.

"Although life does not allow me to eat delicious food and drink spicy food every meal, it still cannot stop me. It's so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!