"Deputy Commander Zhou, take off your clothes. I want to auscultate you."
Lin Qingshuang lowered her voice, and her fingertips traced the tight buttons of the man's shirt vaguely.
Zhou Xun's back was stiff, his Adam's apple slipped, and his breathing sound was infinitely amplified in the small infirmary.
As a top modern surgical expert, Lin Qingshuang once transformed into the domineering wife who was disliked by everyone in the compound in the 1970s.
A disreputable start? The best relatives want to kick her out!
She shocked the military district with a perfect backhand operation.
The best in-laws are making things difficult?
Hypocritical ex takes the lead in suppressing?
A quack doctor just pointing fingers?
She picked up the knife and cut it cleanly, using her strength to smash the villain's trump card into powder.
I wanted to focus on my career, compete for places for further study, and return to the top of medicine all the way.
The ascetic deputy teacher who originally avoided her like a snake and even wanted to file a divorce report held her tightly in his arms late at night during the heavy rain.
Zhou Xun's palm was hot and pressed against her veins. The man's voice was hoarse and trembling:
"Dr. Lin, I heard that you are best at... Cardiac surgery?"
"Yes."
"Then help me check, why is it jumping so randomly?"
He pressed his chest hard against her.
"Does it have to be put into your hands so that it can be completely at peace?"
