Chapter 313 This Medical Skill Is Still Useless After All

She has already made it her homework to write Jun Moyan's name and say "Jun Moyan, I like you, I love you" every day.

Now I feel a little uncomfortable if I don't write his name for a day, and I always feel that something is missing.

Jun Moyan emptied out an encrypted drawer where she kept important documents, and specially put those written by her.

So Wen Xiaoai wrote more and more diligently, because she wanted to fill up that drawer quickly.

The situation of Bai Lao who took the medicine given by the drunkard was obviously much better.

The drunkard asked them to wait in the outer hall, saying that the acupuncture process should not be disturbed or distracted.

Although very worried, Bai Tang and Uncle Ming could only follow everyone and wait outside.

The drunkard locked the door and put the medicine box on the bedside table.

Looking at Bai Lao who was still unconscious on the bed, he was not in a hurry to seek medical treatment.

Instead, he looked around the room, took out the pinhole camera prepared in advance, and installed it in a hidden corner of the room with a full view.

After confirming that the installation was completed and would not be discovered, the drunkard came to the bedside and checked Bailao's condition. He first fed him a few pills, then took out the acupuncture bag and took off his clothes.

The drunkard picked up a silver needle, looked at the glowing needle tip, but hesitated again.

He is a doctor who heals and saves lives, but now he wants to gamble with other people's lives, which is really against medical ethics and conscience.

He violated his master's wishes and teachings one by one.

"Master, I'm sorry, I have no choice. If I can't even save myself, how can I save others."

The alcoholic looked at Bai Lao who was in a coma, feeling guilty: "I'm sorry."

After saying this, he stuck the needle into his skin...

The atmosphere in the outer hall was not much more relaxed than that in the room.

Tsing Yi, Uncle Ming, and Bai Tang are all concerned.

Only Wen Xiaoai was completely unaffected by the atmosphere.

I found a cushion, sat on the ground next to Jun Moyan's feet, took out a pen and paper from her new schoolbag, put it on the table, and started writing.

Turn around from time to time and talk to Jun Moyan.

Bai Tang caught a glimpse of Jun Moyan's name written by Wen Xiaoai. Looking at the interaction between the two, the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became.

In the room, after an hour passed, Bai Lao's body was covered with silver needles, and the alcoholic was exhausted.

Holding his breath and concentrating on it, after dropping the last needle, he finally breathed out.

He got up and sat directly on the ground, his whole body collapsed.

The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, and his slightly pale face was covered with sweat.

The drunkard leaned his head against the bed, panting and exhausted.

Looking down at his trembling hands, the drunkard's eyes were gradually fogged up.

He suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

This smile is indescribably sad, helpless and bitter.

This medical skill is still useless after all.

Because of long-term alcoholism, he can't even hold a needle steadily in this hand.

Mu Han, Mu Han, how can you be worthy of your master, how can you be worthy of yourself.

The drunkard sat on the ground, crying and laughing for a while, it was really hard to describe his mood.

The medical skills that he was once proud of, and the medical skills that he once forgot to sleep and eat and practiced hard, are all destroyed in his own hands. This is really more painful than killing him.

It was already three hours after the drunkard finished receiving the needle.

Finally, when Baitang completely lost his patience, the door opened.

"How is my grandfather?" Baitang hurriedly stepped forward to ask about the situation.

The drunkard didn't answer, turned around and returned to the room after opening the door, and then collapsed on the sofa exhausted.