Qingshan washed the glasses, disinfected them again with alcohol, poured in artificial tears, secretly added half of Lingtan water, and handed them to Luo Wenyuan. Luo Wenyuan lowered his head, pressed the glasses against his eye sockets, and with a click of his finger, the glasses were fastened tightly, and not a drop of the liquid trapped inside leaked out.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Luo Wenyuan felt that today's artificial tears made him feel particularly comfortable. The warmth was very similar to Qingshan's ability just now. Could it be that she did something? Luo Wenyuan thought about the fruit he had eaten. At first, he thought that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was thirsty and hungry, so he thought the taste was surprisingly good. But now that he thought about it carefully, it was not that simple. Not only was he not dizzy and nauseous, but his whole body felt comfortable and his wounds didn't hurt as much. No matter what she did, she didn't have any ill intentions towards him. Luo Wenyuan now liked Chen Qingshan more, and it would be even better if he could talk to him nicely.
After Qingshan finished the disinfection, he quickly packed up the medicine box and placed it on the table.
"Commander, if there's nothing else, I'll leave."
Luo Wenyuan was so angry that his nose was crooked: I was waiting here eagerly for you to say a few more words so that I could find an opportunity to get you treated, and you just patted your butt and left?
"Where are you going?"
Qingshan Yile: "Let's go back to the dormitory. Does the leader want to keep me for dinner?"
Luo Wenyuan felt a pain in his chest from choking, and had to compromise: "Uh - well, the disinfection is pretty good, better than the medical team's! You - who did you learn Chinese medicine from -?" Colonel Luo never thought that there would be times when he would have awkward conversations with others.
Qingshan looked at him and thought he looked a lot like the orange cat she raised in her previous life. The cat wanted Qingshan to scratch its belly but couldn't let go of its idol image. It was both arrogant and contradictory.
Qingshan chuckled and said, "Commander, just say what you want to say. No need to build up the momentum."
Luo Wenyuan also felt a little embarrassed and cleared his throat: "I, I want you to come and change my medicine every day in the future. Is that okay? I will give you corresponding compensation."
Qingshan was happy in his heart, just waiting for you to speak! "Okay, just change the dressing every day? You need to think about your injury, changing the dressing alone is not enough!"
Luo Wenyuan was delighted: "So you can cure it?"
"Well, saying I'm 100% sure is too immodest, maybe 90%!"
Wow, she's 90% confident she can treat an injury that even Bai Hezheng couldn't handle? Such a boast! Luo Wenyuan couldn't see her expression clearly, but he knew with a finger that she must be smug.
Luo Wenyuan fumbled with his hands and pulled out a bank card from the drawer. He pushed it in front of Qingshan and said, "This is all the allowances and mission rewards I've received since joining the army. I'll give them all to you. The password is six zeros."
Luo Wenyuan joined the Qilin Special Forces at the age of 13. He has completed many special operations missions over the past decade, all of which were dangerous tasks with life-threatening situations. Naturally, he received a lot of allowances and bonuses, but he basically lived and ate in the army and had little use for the money. This money had never been touched, and even the password had not been changed.
Qingshan picked up the card. A reward for a mission? It cost him his life, right? Qingshan felt it was a bit hot, laughed dryly, and put it back. "Hey, forget it, I'll treat you for free. After you recover, just help me get some wealthy clients!"
Luo Wenyuan: ... This is the first time I heard of a doctor asking patients to help him 'attract clients', and he has plenty of money. So, is he planning to kill for money?
Qingshan picked up the pen and paper on the table, wrote a full page of Chinese medicine, and handed it to Colonel Luo.
"Find someone to buy all these medicines and give them to me. I'll find a way to detoxify you first."
Luo Wenyuan took the paper and nodded.
"Luo Wenyuan."
"ah?"
"I said my name is Luo Wenyuan"
Qingshan felt that Luo Wenyuan's current awkward look was exactly like her fat orange cat. She was in a good mood and raised her hand to rub the top of Luo Daxiao's head, and then scratched his chin twice. Her movements were smooth and seamless, showing her solid cat-stroking skills.
"Okay, your name is Luo Wenyuan, I'll remember that. Have your meal. I'll go back and research the treatment plan. Come back tomorrow. If you need anything, send someone to the kitchen to find me!"
After saying this, Qingshan turned and left, leaving Luo Wenyuan petrified: I...was I teased just now?
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