Chapter VII: Recuperation

Dr. Zhou's medical skills are good, He Pingge's injury has almost healed after a few days of cultivation, and his ankle is basically not red and swollen, except that there is still some pain when he presses hard, his current walking is basically not a problem, and this means that he and Gu Nian's meal is afraid that he will not be able to eat it.

Gu Nian is equivalent to a soil emperor in Meixian County, the kind above 10,000 people, when everyone else is still digging in the soil, she is already at ease with her feet crossed every day to watch the drama and listen to the music, plus the military power in her hands, but if anyone can get her joy and be valued by her, then the status will definitely be much better than now.

Doctor Zhou is a good person, he has always treated patients equally, and he does not look down on singing like other people, so he looked at He Pingge's appearance, reached out and patted He Pingge's hand on the armrest, as if he was his own child, and said: "Bear with me, I heard that this Commander Gu has no patience, maybe it will be good to pass this time." Doctor Zhou is a good person, he has always treated patients equally, and he did not look down on singing like other people, so he looked at He Pingge's appearance, reached out and patted He Pingge's hand on the armrest, as if he was comforting his own child: "Bear with me, I heard that this Commander Gu has no patience, maybe it will be good to pass this while." "I've given you the time, and the doctor has given it to you, and if you can't satisfy me, the next cup won't just stop at the table.

After singing a play, He Pingge smiled and saluted the people in the audience and returned to the backstage, Gu Nian gave the doctor enough money for his entire month's income, so this doctor was also very conscientious, and simply stayed directly in He Pingge's theater garden.

went straight out of the opera garden, after Gu Nian asked the way, he directly hit the horse to where is the best orthopedic doctor in Meixian County, a few pieces of ocean were thrown down, and the doctor rushed to the opera garden with the medicine box in his arms.

He Pingge could vaguely know his fate, but he couldn't bear this humiliation. Finally, Gu Nian seemed to have seen enough of He Pingge's appearance, she took a step back slightly, and the teacup also left He Pingge's lips.

After singing a play, He Pingge smiled and saluted the people in the audience and returned to the backstage, Gu Nian gave the doctor enough money for his entire month's income, so this doctor was also very conscientious, and simply stayed directly in He Pingge's theater garden.

He Pingge smiled bitterly, and only this expectation remained, just when he wanted to say something to thank Dr. Zhou, he heard the sound of military boots stomping on the ground, and then Gu Nian's voice came in, with a little smile: "What's the matter, I haven't been backstage for a few days, and Boss He still injured his hand?" Just when he was trying to stand up straight, at least wanting to make his death not so undignified, a glass of water was suddenly poured on his face, it was tea.

Of course, he can not care about his own life, but he has no way not to care about the other people in the theater garden, the class master, Wan'er......

"If I want it to be slow, what should I do?" He Pingge was now the person Gu Nian was going to want, and she was naturally not happy to watch others touch him, so as soon as she said this, the two of them immediately took their hands back.

A cup of tea had just been poured on his face, and the tea was even hanging in his hair, and the initiator was pulling his clothes to wipe his hands, while he was saying, "Thank you, Commander." A cup of tea had just been poured on his face, and the tea was even hanging in his hair, and the perpetrator was pulling his clothes to wipe his hands, while he was saying, "Thank you, Commander." Finally, Gu Nian seemed to have seen enough of He Pingge's appearance, she took a step back slightly, and the teacup also left He Pingge's lips.

In the next few days, Gu Nian still ran over to listen to the play every day, and every time he came, he would not stay for too long, and every time he left after listening to He Pingge's scene, and what made He Pingge feel relieved was that Gu Nian had never been backstage since that day.

Gu Nian's voice when he said this sentence was not loud, not even fierce, if he said it to the point, He Pingge could even hear the soft voice belonging to a girl in this sentence, but it was just such a sentence that made He Pingge's hairs stand up, as if he had been licked by the snake letter of the poisonous snake, He Pingge couldn't help but shudder.

He Pingge smiled bitterly, and only this expectation was left, just when he wanted to say something to thank Dr. Zhou, he heard the sound of military boots stomping on the ground, and then Gu Nian's voice came in, and he smiled a little: "What's the matter, I haven't come backstage for the past few days, and Boss He still injured his hand?"