I Helped My Wife Go to Northern Myanmar to Catch Pretty Boys, but She Went Crazy When She Found Out.

My injured wife was admitted to a private hospital, but I was not allowed to visit her at all. She said she was afraid that I would feel distressed when I saw her scars after surgery. Turning his head, he left fine scratches on the young and handsome doctor's back. "Dr. Xiao Du's methods are brutal! But why does he make people want to stop every time?" At the charity dinner that night, my wife's little sisters gathered around her and joked: "My sister's personal doctors are all so handsome. It's a shame that you can recruit so many talents from the rescue center in northern Myanmar!" My wife sipped the red wine, her eyes moving. "This group of doctors is not enough. I am still looking for the next group of assistance volunteers." "When the time comes, I will give one to each of you. He must be 180cm tall and have eight-pack abs!" The next second, I pushed through the door wearing the silicone mask of simulated human skin. "I volunteer to go to northern Myanmar and leave tomorrow!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.