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In fact, Gu Youyou could understand, when Gu Feng mentioned washing, that it was indeed a difficult request for a common village woman, not to mention the superstitious women of ancient times; even in modern times, few people would dare to wash a dead person's face.
Of course, Gu Youyou was brave enough, she was a doctor.
She stood up, walked over to Meng Qiuju, and said, "Third Aunt, you fetch the water, I'll do the washing!"
It wasn't to extricate her from an awkward situation, but rather she felt that it was appropriate for her to do it, and she wasn't afraid.
What kind of deceased hadn't she seen? Weren't there plenty in the hospital?
She's got guts!
Jin Zijin narrowed his eyes, watching her intently.
Gu Feng hesitated for a moment, as he didn't know Gu Youyou's situation and instinctively wanted to protect her.
Although he wished for his wife to depart cleanly, he was also afraid of frightening Youyou.
"Youyou, you..."
