Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

The next day.

Before waking up, Zhao Xuan was a little conscious. Someone was looking at his wound. The voice was cold and pleasant, and he was very recognizable.

Just this moment, Zhao Xuan, who was still dazed and about to wake up, was frightened awake.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xuan's eyes widened, and his first reaction was to pull down his pants. It was so cold, and there were so many people around him, that he instinctively pulled down his pants first.

Han Mu didn't wear a mask today, and his slightly cold fingers had already touched Zhao Xuan. Because of the other person's movement, he temporarily pulled back, and looked at the stunned Zhao Xuan with cold eyes, "I'll help you check the wound."

"Wound?" Zhao Xuan subconsciously wanted to say what kind of wound he had. You were clearly taking off my pants.

But this movement touched the wound, and his mind immediately came to his senses.

Yes, he was indeed injured, and the injury was in such an indescribable place.

Han Mu's eyes were calm, "Yeah."

"Axuan, please let the doctor check your wound first. We are all old men, why should we be embarrassed!" Zhao Xuan's comrade next to him had changed into casual clothes today, and his sitting posture looked like a soldier.

Zhao Xuan turned his head and gave his comrades a death smile, "Go away, what do you know?"

Comrade-in-arms, "..." I really want to save face and suffer.

Han Mu calmly patted Zhao Xuan's hand, and easily took off the pants he had finally pulled up again, "I'm here to check the wound. If you don't want the wound to worsen and affect other places, don't move it."

Zhao Xuan, "..." I suspect you are driving...

"Where will the worsening of this wound affect it?" he asked tentatively.

Han Mu's calming voice was like spring water flowing slowly on the mountain, with a coolness. While he was inspecting Zhao Xuan with a professional technique, he said, "Wherever it is closest, it will affect it!"

None of the comrades could hold it back and burst into laughter.

Zhao Xuan's injury was not only on his butt, but also on the inside of his butt, which was only a few inches away from a certain place.

Zhao Xuan, "..." You shouldn't ask more.

After Han Mu checked, he wiped his hands with a tissue in front of Zhao Xuan, showing disgust...

Zhao Xuan didn't need to guess much, he could tell with just this one action.

Han Mu stood up and explained in a low voice, "Before the wound heals, avoid spicy food, alcohol, and some foods that are not to be eaten. I have already told your comrades."

"Are you leaving so soon? Are you having another surgery today?" Zhao Xuan, who had already lost his face anyway, now completely abandoned his sense of shame and began to use Han Mu's words.

The nurse changed Zhao Xuan's dressing and took a look at Zhao Xuan. He was really a handsome young man with an elegant appearance and a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes. Even if he didn't smile, he would still be smiling.

Could it be that all the good-looking and handsome boys have been handed over to the state now?This look... is absolutely amazing.

Dr. Han is no worse than them.

Han Mu hummed, his attitude seemed indifferent, but he seemed to be quite patient with the patients.

Zhao Xuan lay on the bedside and rolled his eyes, "What's your name? I still don't know the name of my savior!"

Han Mu calmly glanced at the place someone had covered up, "I didn't save your life, it was just an operation."

"You're welcome. To me, you are my savior."

Comrade, "..." Is this... the male-male version of picking up a conversation?

No, why didn't he see that Zhao Xuan still had this kind of hobby?

Seeing this, the comrades who felt that they were in danger quietly moved their chairs away from Zhao Xuan.

"My name is Zhao Xuan." Zhao Xuan introduced him proactively.

Han Mu nodded, "I know."

Zhao Xuan, "...I know, I just think it would be more formal to formally introduce my name."

Alas, do you understand what a sense of ritual is?

Han Mu, who really didn't understand the sense of ritual, pointed to the other side of Zhao Xuan's hospital bed and said, "This has my name on it."

Zhao Xuan, "..." chatted for a while.

The brother of this world is probably at the lowest point in his emotional intelligence ever, right?

Han Mu took the nurse to other wards for rounds, while Zhao Xuan could only lie on the bedside and sigh in boredom.

Every time I change the world, I feel like I have to go back to before liberation and have to start all over again after reaching the full level.

"What are you sighing for? You finally escaped death, and you still sigh?" A comrade-in-arms patted Zhao Xuan on the shoulder and teased.

Zhao Xuan shook his shoulders, "You don't understand."

"Why don't I understand? You wanted to ask her name, but she didn't answer!" The man, who looked a bit rough and had an unruly masculine style, concluded with a disapproving sentence.

This statement goes straight to the point and summarizes the key points in one sentence, leaving people speechless.

Zhao Xuan was speechless, "..." Even a big boss knows this, why can't Chu Ge in this world understand?

Is it because the EQ is fully compensated for the IQ, so the EQ is the lowest in history?

"Aren't you hungry after lying down for so long? Eat something first!" the comrade suggested sincerely.

Zhao Xuan naturally accepted this suggestion. After all, people are like iron rice or steel. After finally escaping from death, you can't starve yourself to death just because you have lost face, right?

"We arrested a lot of criminals this time. As for the trafficked girls and children, they are all at the police station, waiting for their families to pick them up."

"That's not good." Zhao Xuan couldn't sit down to eat, so he could only lie down and eat with a spoon.

He gradually accepted the memory of the original owner.

The original owner was a third-generation red man who grew up in a compound. He was supposed to be shot in the chest this time, but because of the interference of the King of Hell, Zhao Xuan entered his body, so it was changed to...shot in the butt.

His grandfather was a super combat hero and died on the battlefield. His father was a senior military official and also died. Now he has inherited the family's wishes and joined the army.

The original owner was very proud and joined the special forces last year. In the past two years, he has carried out all dangerous operations and was on the front line.

As for Han Mu this time... it has nothing to do with him. The two of them are like two parallel lines that have no intersection.

In this novel world, Han Mu has a special family. Although his parents are both doctors, they are both calm and rational. Even when he was born, everything was planned in advance.

They may be very good doctors who have been shining in their profession all their lives.

But they are not good parents, because they have always assigned routes and tasks to their children, and never thought of letting him choose on his own.

When Han Mu was very young, they chose to force Han Mu to be independent. He was given to a nanny for three months, and he was hugged only a handful of times in a year, and he was never hugged again after he was two years old.

Han Mu grew up with his grandparents, and their relationship was pretty good. His grandfather passed away early, and he was left with only his grandmother. In his senior year of high school, in order to ensure that he would get admitted to the Medical University of God, his parents did not even notify him of the funeral after his death. Han Mu came back to participate.