Tang Xiao's face suddenly changed.

When did Feng Jingyu come out?

Didn’t he still chat with his father and second uncle?

Tang Sheng glanced at Feng Jingyu who was walking over.

The man exuded an evil aura. The words just now were clearly calm, but it seemed like a sarcasm was wrapped in anger.

Sudden……

Feng Jingyu winked at her, and Tang Sheng immediately turned petrified.

Can this person... be sure to keep his personality in mind?!

Tang Xiao clenched his hands, looking at Feng Jingyu who had already walked closer with anger in a little aggrieved.

Just as she wanted to say something, she saw Tang Sheng stand up and she looked subconsciously.

"Oh," Tang Sheng sighed and raised his lips and smiled slightly, "It's really... a slap in the face! It's still a real person's slap in the face, it hurts so much!"

As he said that, Tang Sheng also realized his cheeks.

"Tang Sheng..." Tang Xiao felt even more unhurried.

Tang Sheng did smile, "We must keep the calm and composed daughter of the Tang family head, and under any circumstances, the demeanor cannot be broken!"

Tang Yi lowered his eyes, and there was a smile on his lips, but a cold mood flowed in his eyes.

The illegitimate child...doesn't have the right?!

Oh!

"Tang Yi, there is still a while to eat. You can give it to me now!" Tang Sheng said.

"Okay!" Tang Yi raised his eyes, stood up, nodded slightly with Feng Jingyu, and left with Tang Sheng.

Feng Jingyu looked at Tang Sheng's back as he left, and seemed helpless, but sighed softly with a faint doting voice.

Tang Xiao looked at Feng Jingyu coldly, "It seems that every man likes women with great vigor."

"Is that true?" Feng Jingyu withdrew his gaze, looked at Tang Xiao's evil lips, and said slowly, "I don't like... a woman with great vigor." As he said that, he looked her up and down, and the meaning was very obvious.

Suddenly, Tang Xiao's face became extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, I came here to call my Shengsheng back to the house to eat fruit." Feng Jingyu murmured and left, with a little helpless pampering in his tone.

Tang Xiao stayed there, clenched his hands and then. Finally, looking at Tang Sheng who had already walked away, a vicious light filled his eyes.

...

Borneo Island.

Mo Jian limped with a distorted branch and followed the team.

"Mo, are you still OK?" a mixed-race man turned around and asked.

Mo Jian's face was a little bad, but he still nodded with a smile, then looked at a half-coma man on a stretcher made of branches and leaves in front, with his eyebrows tightened.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to go out in another four or five hours. Locke's condition is temporarily stable. Can you believe your own medical skills?" The man next to me comforted.

Mo Jian sighed deeply, his mood obviously heavy.

This time I came in a little bit inadequately. One of the people who were traveling with me left the world completely, and Locke was seriously injured, and none of them were intact.

It is expected to be able to leave the forest in four or five hours, but in the end, due to physical condition, there were two more hours.

Locke urgently needed surgery, but Mo Jian's hand was also injured and he couldn't get a scalpel. It would be delayed to send it to the urban hospital.

"It's too late to take it to the hospital. Locke is probably..." Mo Jian looked at his hands and then looked at the simple clinic of the supply team outside, "I'll do it!"

He still had a glimmer of hope when he did it, but he was sent to the hospital, but Locke had no hope.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally their eyes fell on Mo Qiang, and they looked worried.

We have been together for many years and are very relieved about Mo Jian's medical skills.

But now the situation is special...

"That's it!" said the leader, "Locke's situation can't be worse."

Everyone looked even more serious.

Mo Jian's hand clenched slightly, and it hurt a lot, and even his nerves were trembling.

He really thinks that such a manual surgery is not possible, but...

"Mo Ship!"

Suddenly, an excited voice suddenly came from a distance.

Before everyone could react, they saw a figure rushing over and then hugged Mo Jian.

No, it's not hugging... it should be that he jumped onto him, and he was still very flexible.

"..." Everyone silently looked at Mo Jian's face, which was twisted in pain because of the touch of the wound.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky. Unexpectedly, I just arrived at your supply station and you just came out, hahaha..." Feng Xing was so happy.

Mo Jian had already reacted, and his solemn expression just now said in an instant: "Well, I think I'm very lucky."

"Haha, right?" Feng Xing let go of Mo Ship and slapped his shoulder, "Do you really want to... Hey, boy, are you injured?!"

"I'm fine, you're here just right!" Mo Jian grabbed Feng Xing, "I'm injured, my ribs are inserted into my lungs. I'm going to have surgery, and my hand is injured. Just right, you come!"

When Feng Xing heard this, he suddenly pulled Mo Jian, "I'm here to find you, not to perform surgery on someone... I won't do it!"

Feng Xing has a strange temper. As long as he is not interested in others' life and death, Mo Jian is very clear about this.

"You didn't come here to see me, are you?" Mo Jian asked directly.

Although this young master and uncle met him several times when he was a teenager and occasionally contacted him by phone, this person would never come to him for no reason.

"Of course not!" Feng Xing raised his eyebrows, "I'm asking you..."

"Simple, you save me first, and then we can talk about what you are asking me for, otherwise everything will be free." Mo Jian directly interrupted Feng Xing's words.

"..." Feng Xing immediately glared.

"You think about it!" Mo Jian looked unyielding, "You only make a decision in half a minute, otherwise I will go in and save people. I will save you. I'm sorry for your affairs, I'm not available."

"Can you have surgery on this hand?" Feng Xing glanced at Mo Jian's hand.

"Can it be mine? You have twenty seconds left."

“…”

Mo Jian checked the watch, and when he arrived thirty seconds, he didn't ask, and turned around and walked towards the clinic.

Feng Xing immediately blew his beard and stared at him, "Okay, okay, I'll do it for you."

Mo Jian immediately laughed, "I want people to live, otherwise everything will be free from negotiation."

"Damn, you unfilial grandson, don't go too far!" Feng Xing jumped.

Mo Jian shrugged, with an attitude of 'How can you do me'.

"When I come out, I will settle the score with you!" Feng Xing pointed at Mo Jian and said gritted his teeth, then turned around and went to the clinic.

"Mo?" The leader looked at Feng Xing and went to the clinic before coming forward to ask, "Who is he?"

"With him here, as long as Locke has a breath, he can be pulled back by him." Mo Jian did not say much about Feng Xing's identity.

"So awesome?" Someone was surprised.

Mo Jian nodded and raised his eyebrows.

Yes, Master Master is very awesome.

It is conceivable that he can be accepted as a closed disciple by the ghost doctor who has retired for exception.

at the same time……
Chapter completed!