The continuous pain in his leg stimulated Xiao Fenglin's nerves, and he always wanted to turn over or touch his leg, but fell into a semi-coma, unable to tell whether the wound on his leg was uncomfortable or psychologically uncomfortable.

The sensation lasted for a long, long time, until he suddenly opened his eyes.

The pain in my body and legs hadn't lessened much, and it was still night.

Xiao Fenglin felt as if he was in the day when his legs were broken.

"Awake?"

With a stabbing sound, Zhao Jiu'er struck a match and lit the candle beside him.

Xiao Fenglin only vaguely saw her figure, "Why are you, here?" ”

His voice was hoarse.

Zhao Jiu'er lifted the kettle on the bedside table and shook it, "Do you want to drink water?" ”

Xiao Fenglin was silent.

She was the only one in the room, and this person was different at night from day, she was a sword that could be wielded at any time during the day, but she looked tired and relaxed at this time, giving people a strange feeling.

"Okay."

Zhao Jiu'er didn't miss the scrutiny in his eyes, she put down the kettle, and flicked the hanging infusion set with her fingers.

It's not a good thing, it's just salt water, there's nothing here, and she's not a professional, but she's also trying to provide a medical environment as much as possible.

She put her hands in the pockets of her short coat instead, and stood at the head of the bed staring at Xiao Fenglin, "How do you feel?" ”

"Very good," Xiao Fenglin replied without thinking, not forgetting that at the time of the operation, this person said that his endurance was not as good as one percent of the most powerful person she had ever seen.

"That's not what I'm going to hear. If you don't feel comfortable, tell me, I need to know your situation at all times, although I can't do anything either," Zhao Jiu'er said in a sharp tone, expressing impatience with his non-cooperation, and went to his own after speaking.

Xiao Fenglin "......"

It's always impossible to be at peace with this person.

He stretched his shoulders tightly, looked at the candle-lit roof, and heard the sound of tuk-tuk.

Zhao Jiu'er was writing next to the bed, in the blackened place on the wall.

The sound of the tuk tuk is made by chalk strokes on it.

What is she writing about?

And it's already so late at night, why are you still here?

Isn't it impatient!

"Need to know your situation at all times, although you can't do anything".

Zhao Jiu'er's words just now swirled in Xiao Fenglin's ears.

She's got what she said!

Somehow it's not so hateful.

"What about Han Yang?"

Xiao Fenglin's voice was still so dry.

Zhao Jiu'er kept writing with her left hand, replying, "I received the news and went out." This is the ward, which needs to be kept clean and not too many people come in. ”

She frowned at the chalk foam on the tip of her nose, but quickly grabbed the last piece of the blackboard.

"He should be back soon."

“……”

"Who the hell are you?"

This question is not suitable for this scene, but Xiao Fenglin asked someone to check Zhao Jiu'er's background. The person found was completely different from Zhao Jiu'er's appearance in reality.

She's such a quirk.

"Warlocks? Monster? Oh, you can still be a god when I am. ”

Zhao Jiu'er bared his teeth at him, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He ended the topic by saying, "If you recover well, you can do it in a few days with the other leg." ”

This topic made Xiao Fenglin's heart sink, and he couldn't help but move his left leg, feeling the heaviness in his left leg, he had neither sadness nor joy in his heart.

But I heard that Zhao Jiu'er can't read, what has she been writing there?

"Master!"

Han Yang is back.

He was quite a big man, he was seriously injured and almost died, and at this time, he saw Xiao Fenglin lying there unable to move, his eyes were red, and his throat choked, "It's good that the master is awake." ”

He glanced at Zhao Jiu'er, who was lying on the desk, rather complicated.

"Master, use something."

Han Yang went and returned with clear porridge.

Zhao Jiu'er's eyes seemed to be on the side, and said, "It's best not to move." ”

Han Yang was about to help Xiao Fenglin sit up, and said softly, "Master, let's listen to her for the time being." ”

He served Xiao Fenglin with food.

Xiao Fenglin also didn't have the habit of being fed, so he couldn't eat it after a few bites.

Han Yang asked her, "How long will it take for our master to get better?" ”

"It's hard to say."

Zhao Jiu'er's thoughts were rushing, and she spoke intermittently, "People with good physique can get out of bed for rehabilitation exercises in 10 days and half a month, and people with poor physique can get out of bed for complications and rejection at any time." ”

Speaking of this, her thin carbon nib stopped, and looked at Han Yang, who was sincerely frightened, and Xiao Fenglin, who was also looking this way, "I haven't touched these for a long time, and I forgot to tell you about the risks of surgery in advance." Ah, that's really my fault. ”

said that it was his own fault, and he had no repentance, Zhao Jiu'er continued to make a record.

She found that many things were forgotten without gradual growth, and she had to write them down when her memory was good.

"If something happens to my master, there are 537 people in Dawangzhai, don't even think about escaping!"

A murderous aura came out of Han Yang's body.

Zhao Jiu'er's pen suddenly stopped, and her expression was very cold, "I'm going to make the other leg tomorrow." ”

Han Yang's heart suddenly changed: "I said I would do it in a few days?" ”

And such a big wound, with so much blood shedding, how can people bear it without recovering for a few days?

"I was going to do it in a few days, and now, I'm not in the mood."

There is no benefit at all, and it is only for these people.

She's stupid?

Zhao Jiu'er threw aside the notebook for recording, rubbed his forehead to reveal his exhaustion, and got up to leave.

"Master."

Han Yang was a little ashamed.

Xiao Fenglin also felt a little tired, and fell asleep in a chaotic mind.

When I woke up again, I found that many people were guarding the bedside, and Zhao Jiu'er was the only one to be seen.

"You're scared people to death."

Yan Jingzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up, and hurriedly said, "Serve your master and use the medicine." ”

"What's wrong with me?" Xiao Fenglin felt that his body was so heavy that he was about to squeeze out his soul.

Yan Jingzheng explained, "Your high fever leg is also 'infected', but now it's fine, it's good to wake up." Since Zhao Jiu'er promised something, it is still reliable. Let's use the medicine first. ”

So why wasn't the guy who needed to know about him at all times?

Not in the mood?

Xiao Fenglin smiled.

"Zhao Buyi-"

Zhao Jiu'er's voice came through the window.

Xiao Fenglin's heart moved: "Did she name that wild man?" ”

"Yes," Yan Jingzheng seemed to smile, "It's not easy to call, I originally wanted to be surnamed Su, but Su Qinghe didn't let me, so I took the surname Zhao." ”

"Yes."

Xiao Fenglin responded dispensably, and only when he heard Han Yang and the others talk about the situation in the past few days, did he cheer up a little.

"Damn, are you trying to me off. If you are close to you, you will not be near me. ”

"Gan!"

Zhao Jiu'er was angry downstairs.

Su Qinghe's voice said slowly: "Be nice to him, and I will be close to you." ”

"Am I not good enough for him?"

"Huh."

Zhao Jiu'er was about to laugh angrily.

Xiao Fenglin thought she was really noisy.

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