At eleven o'clock in the evening, at the Jingcheng Soul Dancer Rehabilitation Center, Lang Ziang smiled and sent away the last patient of the day.

The assistant made him a cup of strong bitter herbal tea, Lang Ziang's face was tired for a moment, and he leaned heavily on the chair, his eyelids were about to droop.

As the head of the country's largest rehabilitation center for autistic patients, Lang Ziang's daily workload is extremely large.

Although with the assistance and advice of Pan Ruoming and Pan, Lang Ziang hired suitable managers to deal with the trivial matters of the Soul Dancer Rehabilitation Center, and spent a lot of money to establish the hospital's management system, but in the case of the shortage of front-line doctors in the rehabilitation center, Lang Ziang's workload was more than seventeen or eighteen hours a day.

To be honest, he was tired.

Tired and obviously with sore muscles and no strength, he lay on the bed and couldn't sleep.

What he wants to do most now should be to go to KTV with his old friends and yell for hours.

But in reality, the thought was just a flash of thought, and he picked up the patient's case again.

Being busy without yourself is the real life of many doctors.

He is no exception.

By the time Lang Ziang finished sorting out the materials in his hand and was about to close the door and go home, it was already 11:50 in the middle of the night.

Just as he was about to close the door, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps in the hallway.

Lang Ziang turned around and saw a young man walking quickly.

"Dr. Lang, I guessed you weren't off work. ”

A round-faced young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years of age, with a body and limbs that look well-proportioned and strong.

"Xiao Fang, what's so in such a hurry? Is it a new batch of Mind Dancer Seeds that have arrived?" Lang Ziang asked strangely.

He knew the young man well.

He is an employee of Xeno, Inc.

A few years ago, after a consignment of Mind Dancer plant seeds was somehow lost, Xenomorph sent a special person to be responsible for the transfer and escort of the mind dancer plant seeds.

Sharon Fang is the person in charge.

I heard that he is a veteran of the army and has good skills.

Since they took over the work, there have been no problems with the transportation of seeds.

Fang Xialun shook his head and said, "No, it's Mr. Lin, the plant seeds assigned to you." ”

"Mr. Lin?" mentioned this unreliable partner who had not been seen for many years, Lang Ziang was in a trance for a while, and almost didn't remember Mr. Lin's appearance.

"Yes, this seed was given to me directly by Mr. Pan, I just arrived in Jingcheng and came to you directly. Fang Charun pointed to the office and motioned to go inside to talk.

Lang Ziang shook his head helplessly, thinking that he would not be able to get home until the second half of the night tonight.

However, it was not surprising that the other party, Sharon, came over without calling.

For some reason, the young man doesn't seem to like to use communication tools like mobile phones, especially when he has important tasks.

"Dr. Lang, I'm in charge of telling you how to grow it. Fang Xialun watched Lang Ziang turn on the lights in the office, and then took out a stainless steel iron box and said.

"What?" Lang Ziang was a little puzzled.

"I will now convey Mr. Lin's words. Fang Xialun actually hadn't met this legendary top boss, but what he said was directly told to him by Pan Ruoming and Boss Pan.

"Lao Lang, I estimate that even if there is Pei Yuancao or something in the past two years, your body will not be good, I heard that you were beaten by a patient last year, so I thought of a way for you to find a protection. ”

"Dr. Lang, please stretch out your hand. Fang Xialun said with a smile.

Lang Ziang did as he said and stretched out his left hand.

Fang Xialun opened the stainless steel iron box, took out a thin piece of butterfly wings inside, looked at the front and back of the light, and then pasted it on the back of Lang Ziang's hand.

This flake, like its own stickiness, sticks to the flesh on the back of his hand, no matter how he moves his fingers, it will not wrinkle and fall off, just like his own skin.

"Don't wash your hands for at least three hours. Fang Xialun said with a smile.

Lang Ziang leaves the Mind Dancer Rehabilitation Center with Fang Xialun.

On the way home, Lang Ziang couldn't help but look at the thin slices on the back of his hands.

According to what Lin Zeng brought him, this seems to be a plant seed?

Does that mean that it has to grow on itself?

It's also weird.

Thinking of a plant growing on his skin, Lang Ziang couldn't help but shudder, feeling that it was difficult to accept.

When I got home, the traces of the flake on the back of my hand had completely disappeared.

His wife, who had not yet slept, habitually complained a few words, but did not notice the problem on the back of his hand.

That night, for some reason, Lang Ziang, who had been insomnia for a long time, actually fell asleep with his pillow and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he habitually took out the mobile phone on the bedside table, and when he looked at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

When he sat up, his expression was still in a trance.

How long has it been since I slept so comfortably?

He glanced at the back of his left hand, and at this point, there was nothing.

Now that it has disappeared, Lang Ziang doesn't care about it anymore.

Nor did he associate last night's good sleep with the flakes on the back of his hands.

He immediately set off and went straight to work at the rehabilitation center.

Today, as an authority on autism treatment in China and even in the world, Jingcheng Mind Dancer Rehabilitation Center receives patients from all over the country and five continents of the world.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Lang Ziang entered a moment of non-stop busyness.

Mind dancers can help people with autism perceive the outside world and help them establish communication with others.

However, the role of medical assistance is also indispensable, especially in the early stage, the sooner the doctor intervenes to help, the faster the patient will recover, and the sooner he can return to the level of a normal person.

Lang Ziang's three meals a day are very chaotic.

Usually, after seeing a wave of patients, he takes the fast food handed by the assistant and hastily fills his stomach.

Because there were still patients waiting outside the clinic, he ate very quickly.

These reasons have led to several episodes of gastritis in Lang Ziang.

If it weren't for the anti-inflammatory effect of bitter herbal tea, the stomach disease alone would have tortured him to death.

Day by day, day by day, Lang Ziang, who repeated the work of the healer, completely forgot the plant seeds that Fang Xialun had attached to the back of his hand that night.

Only when he is heartily grateful to the recovered patients and their families, Lang Ziang seems to have a stronger throbbing feeling in his heart.

He only regarded this somewhat different reaction as his own sense of mission.

Other than that, the thing that made him happy was that his insomnia was cured.

The sleeping pills at home are useless at all.

Until one day, his wife pinched his face strangely and said, "You guy, if I didn't know your work status, I thought you were stealing food outside!