It turned out that when Lu Baiwei lived in the Lu family, there was no mosquito net in her room.

She has always found mosquito repellent herbs herself and lit them in the house to drive away mosquitoes.

He Ting, the young master from Beijing, had everything he needed. When he moved here from the educated youth camp, he brought a mosquito net with him.

However, the window of the inner room of the clinic was next to the backyard, and He Ting was afraid that Lu Baiwei would be bitten by mosquitoes, so he hung his mosquito net over her.

In his outer room, Lu Baiwei would burn some mosquito repellent herbs and fumigate the room every day.

Today, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county and bought a new mosquito net. He Ting hung it up, but Lu Baiwei didn't help him burn mosquito repellent herbs. As a result, the mosquitoes that could penetrate any hole got into the mosquito net and bit him awake.

"It's my fault. I forgot to give you some mosquito repellent."

"Even a mosquito net can't keep out mosquitoes. You attract too many mosquitoes."

Lu Baiwei opened the drawer in the dark and took out the mosquito repellent herbs to light for He Ting. He Ting turned on the flashlight.

"Weiwei, it's itchy."

"I got several bites all over my body."

He Ting spoke in a low voice, his voice revealing a hoarse sexiness.

If Lu Baiwei wasn't so sleepy, she would be able to hear some other meaning in his words.

Unfortunately, the trip to the county town had to be done in the middle of the night, and Lu Baiwei was so sleepy that she didn't notice that He Ting, who was responsible for everything in front of her, would suddenly complain to her about being bitten by a mosquito.

With the help of the flashlight, Lu Baiwei saw that He Ting's bare arms were red and swollen, so she took out some medicated oil and applied it on him.

"Weiwei, it's not so itchy anymore."

Lu Baiwei was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping and He Ting almost gave up.

Thinking that she would go to the county hospital for internship tomorrow and would be away for half a month.

Lu Baiwei wanted to go back to the house, but He Ting still stopped her fiercely: "Weiwei, there are still mosquitoes in the mosquito net."

A wild boar can smash its brains out with a hoe.

Are you still afraid of a tiny mosquito?

Who made the young master so attractive to mosquitoes?

Lu Baiwei thought it was funny, and she was very righteous: "Okay, I'll drive away the mosquitoes for you."

"Yeah, okay."

Lu Baiwei drowsily lifted the mosquito net and climbed onto He Ting's bed.

He Ting held a flashlight for her from behind.

"Weiwei, can you see it?"

"Do you want to light the candles?"

"Need not!"

Lu Baiwei stretched out her hand and slapped it. A mosquito that was full of blood was slapped and caught between her palms.

She spread out her hands to show He Ting: "Look, it's hit."

He Ting held a flashlight and stood behind Lu Baiwei. Lu Baiwei, who was lying on the bed, raised her hand, which was covered with the corpses of mosquitoes that had sucked blood and were splattered with plasma.

"No mosquitoes will bite you anymore, He Ting."

"I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep."

He Ting: “…”

She was really sleepy. Lu Baiwei yawned continuously and went back to the room to lie on the bed.

Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

That's not right!

He Ting is not that afraid of mosquitoes.

Although he used mosquito repellent herbs to fumigate his house every night, a few mosquitoes would always get in through the cracks in the door and windows.

I went up the mountain twice. The mosquitoes were so poisonous that I brought a herbal mosquito repellent bag with me, but I was still bitten all over my hands and feet.

I also haven't heard He Ting say that he is ticklish.

I just put up a new mosquito net, but I was bitten by mosquitoes and couldn't sleep all night. What did He Ting mean?

Do you want to sleep on the same bed with her just to ask her to help you drive away mosquitoes?

Just now when she was lying on his bed and swatting mosquitoes, He Ting held a flashlight against her back. Lu Baiwei realized it belatedly and seemed to feel the warmth of his abdominal muscles.

Lu Baiwei covered her face, wondering what she had just missed.

Thinking that He Ting might have meant that, Lu Baiwei couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, as if there was a jumping rabbit living in her heart.

The night was quiet and she could hear her own heartbeat.

It’s over, it’s over. What are you thinking about?

What if she can't sleep?

Is it still too late to get up and help him swat the mosquito again?

I listened carefully and there was no sound outside the house.

Lu Baiwei was tossing and turning with all sorts of random thoughts in her mind. All night long, she dreamed of He Ting's face. She didn't sleep well...

In the county cadre compound, Director Shen was pushing his bicycle to work when he bumped head-on into his eldest grandson who had just returned from outside.

"Where are you coming from, kid?"

Director Shen stopped him and gave him a lecture: "The dragon is hard to find. It's people like you who are always away from home."

"I'll find you a job in the hospital later so you don't have to hang out with those useless people."

The young man standing in the yard listening to Director Shen's lecture had his buttons on his rayon shirt buttoned crookedly and looked rebellious.

He yawned perfunctorily and responded to Director Shen.

"Grandpa, you're late for work."

Director Shen was so angry that his mouth was crooked when he saw his grandson was so unruly.

Seeing him yawning and about to go back to his room to sleep, Director Shen suddenly had an idea in his mind, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Stop, take me to the hospital on your bike."

Shen Junqian raised his eyebrow and said, "It's just those two steps."

"Are you sure?"

Director Shen looked at his eldest grandson Shen Junqian with an unfilial look and took a few steps while pushing his bicycle.

Shen Junqian finally noticed that he was limping, as if his legs were not in good condition.

"What happened to your feet?"

Director Shen said stubbornly, "I sprained my ankle yesterday. It's none of your business."

Shen Junqian put away his nonchalant look, took the bicycle pushed by Director Shen, and signaled him with his eyes to jump on the back seat of the bicycle.

Director Shen then limped to the back and jumped on the bicycle with satisfaction.

"Badly hurt?"

"Dislocated, but not dead!"

Regardless of Director Shen's aggressive words, Shen Junqian gave him some advice: "Find someone to help you straighten your bones."

"I can't find it. My foot is seriously dislocated and I'm lame because it's not connected properly."

"There is an acquaintance whose granddaughter passed the exam to become a barefoot doctor. She has been interning with me for the past half month. I'll let that little girl take a look at me later."

"Her grandfather is an expert at bone setting. Let the little girl straighten my old bones."

"When you were a kid, you climbed a tree and broke your leg, and it was your grandfather who set the bone for you."

Shen Junqian vaguely remembered that when he broke his leg as a child, Old Man Shen took him to the countryside to have his bones fixed.

There was a crying little girl who was afraid of insects next to the old doctor.

He caught a caterpillar and threw it around her neck, scaring her so much that she started crying.

"I broke my leg climbing a tree. Is that true?"

"have!"

It takes five minutes to ride a bike from the cadre compound to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Director Shen used the excuse that his legs were not in good condition and insisted that Shen Junqian help him in.

Seeing Lu Baiwei waiting in the clinic, Shen Junqian compared the crying little girl in his memory to the person in front of him.

Lu Baiwei was also stunned!

Isn’t this Shen Junqian?

In her previous life, the reason why she was able to help Yin Zhihe make his first pot of gold in the black market was because she had the support of Shen Junqian. This man seemed to be a sloppy street thug, but he was actually in charge of the black market in the county.

Shen Junqian and Lu Baiwei stared at each other, as if they had some impression of each other. Director Shen was very satisfied.

If your grandson is not doing well, you have to find someone to take care of him.

You have to find someone who can cry.

When his grandson was young, he was most afraid of little girls crying.