"Brother Wang, is it comfortable to be touched by that sweet female military doctor?"
After dinner, Ye Sanshi brought his men back and headed to the meeting with a pen and paper.
When Ye Sanshi and the others in Class Five finally relaxed, their tense nerves eased.
At this moment, Gu Yingnan, who was holding a sewing kit and had a hint of a mischievous smile on her face in Wang Ye's eyes, approached him and winked as she asked, "Does it feel good to be touched by that sweet female military doctor?"
"Comfortable, my foot!" Wang Ye rolled his eyes at him.
He said it as if he was the only one who was touched. As if he was getting pampered.
The whole recruit company spent the last ten minutes of their meal receiving treatment.
The only difference was that there were too many people. In the end, not only did the recruits and the original medics come, but the various squad leaders also lent a hand.
