The charming goddess chef

Chapter 240 Seeking a doctor in the mountain village to treat Duanmu Zhe's injury 10
"Little brother, is the medicine ready?" The three people outside the door had already waited impatiently, and even the maid in the courtyard had already prepared the soup prescribed by Dr. Li and waited outside the door.

Qiao Baimei wiped away her tears, put on clothes for Duanmuzhe, and then replied: "Okay, okay, it will be fine soon!"

Opening the door, a smell of soup and medicine came to the nostrils. Based on Qiao Baimei's understanding of food, she knew that this was not an ordinary soup, but a nourishing medicinal diet.

Duanmuzhe's body is very weak, what he needs is this kind of soup, it seems that Dr. Li is not an ordinary doctor, he should be tired of the strife outside the world, and live in seclusion in this small mountain village.

With his medical skills, he can gain both fame and fortune in the big city.

"Did the wound bandage go well?" Dr. Li asked.

"Isn't that right? Little brother has been in the room for so long, seeing the wound made me feel so distressed, and the dressing went smoothly!" I don't know when the old man who drove the car became so gossip.

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Qiao Baimei, as if he understood her very well.

She was very impatient and unable to explain, so she just nodded to show that it was all right.

"Since that's the case, then you will feed him this bowl of soup. Presumably the maids in my courtyard can't feed the soup as easily as you!"

Qiao Baimei was speechless, did these people really regard her and Duanmu Zhe as a broken back? Although she and Duanmu Zhe were indeed husband and wife, everyone looked at her with such eyes, which still made her feel uncomfortable.

After taking the soup bowl, she came to the bed again.

Duanmuzhe is so unconscious, how can he be fed?Even if it was fed, it still flowed out from the corner of her mouth. The meal she made at noon was left cold in the carriage and she didn't eat it because she couldn't feed it!

However, it is always impossible not to eat. According to what Dr. Li said, everything must be done according to what he said. Then, Duanmuzhe will wake up the next day. If he can't feed this bowl of soup, won't everything be in vain?
She scooped up a ladle of soup, blew out the cigarette, and after she was sure that it would not burn anyone, she stretched it into Duanmuzhe's mouth, but it was no different from noon, the soup had already flowed down the corner of his mouth, slipping straight into the neck.

What's more terrible is that Duanmu Zhe, who has a tricky mouth, is extremely sensitive to food even if he is unconscious. It is conceivable how bad the taste of the medicinal soup is, but in the end, he closed his lips tightly. Let Qiao Baimei have another chance to feed the soup.

(End of this chapter)