"Don't worry, I'm almost better," Ma Xiaoman said and raised his leg to let his mother see clearly that his injury was not as serious as she imagined, "It's all in a plaster, and it doesn't matter if it's not serious, do you think it's serious to let someone call us to see you in the hospital." Ma's mother looked at Ma Xiaoman with a serious face.

"Mom, I'm already a big kid, I can handle these things by myself. Ma Xiaoman said and picked up his bowl of unfinished cold noodles, and looked at his mother with some flattery.

Seeing Ma Xiaoman's gaze, Ma's mother abnormally did not continue to talk to her, but hung up the video call with Ma Xiaoman directly, "Take care of yourself, remember to tell me if you have no money." Ma Xiaoman, who was frightened by his mother hanging up the phone directly, stared at his mobile phone in a daze, until a message popped up and saw the content clearly, Ma Xiaoman showed a bright smile on his face.

After eating the cold noodles in front of him, and following the steps in the book, Ma Xiaoman went to sleep, and the next morning, Ma Xiaoman, who was used to walking without his injured feet, found that his feet were not as painful as before, and tried to exert himself, it felt like it was good, and after moving slowly for a while, after making sure that it was not an illusion, Ma Xiaoman couldn't wait to take off the plaster on his feet now.

"The doctor said that I would have to wait a month before the cast was removed, but now I feel better in less than a month, could it be that my self-healing ability has improved. Suddenly, thinking of the fact that his injured hand was cleaned yesterday and was as good as ever, Ma Xiaoman walked towards the kitchen.

Standing in the kitchen for a long time, he chose a knife that was not too sharp, but he was never able to hit the plaster on his foot, "No, I'm unlucky, if I hurt myself again, my mother will definitely go berserk," Ma Xiaoman seemed to be comforting himself, put down the knife in his hand by the way, looked down at the plaster on his foot, and finally chose to give up, and after a few days, he went to the hospital to ask the doctor to help him remove it.

There was no class in the morning, Ma Xiaoman didn't want to stay at home, simply ate breakfast, went straight to the school library with his laptop, and just walked out of the community, but he didn't want to be hit directly by the oncoming motorcycle.

"Bang," the diameter of the notebook in his hand flew out and the person was knocked down, "My computer," Ma Xiaoman's mind was all on his laptop at this time, and he didn't see the plaster on his foot being smashed like this and falling out of the crack.

"Are you okay," the man didn't even look at the laptop lying under the tires of his motorcycle, and elegantly walked up to Ma Xiaoman and asked, "My computer," Ma Xiaoman didn't look at the other party at all, and climbed towards the laptop pressed by the motorcycle with some exaggeration, yes, climbing.

"Ahem, I'm willing to compensate, you're okay. Seeing Ma Xiaoman's actions, Hu Jun rubbed his nose a little embarrassed, but his eyes inadvertently swept over Ma Xiaoman's injured ankle in a plaster cast.

"Do you want to compensate me?" In the past, when encountering this kind of thing, Ma Xiaoman was the one who was scolded every time, and the first time he encountered this kind of mouth, he had to pay for himself, he was stunned for a second, and then heard the other party say, "You wait here, I just bought one at home, I'll go get it for you." Seeing Ma Xiaoman's stupid appearance, Hu Jun was afraid that she would rely on herself, so he said that he didn't care about his motorcycle, and ran quickly towards the unit where he lived.