C110 I Am the Doctor

When Mao Xiaojun carried Zhang Yuehong to the foot of the mountain, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. After all, he carried a living person on his back and kept walking. At this time, his forehead was covered in sweat and he was breathing heavily.

"Little Jun, why don't we rest for a while before leaving?"

Zhang Yuehong, who was lying on Mao Xiaojun's back, was also wet