Even if it looks like the clothes are very well-made, they can't be worn on this person's body, and they can't hold it up.

Ye Qingli said:

"I think you still need a good rest in your mental state.

Oh, I didn't mean to care about you in the slightest.

Just as a reminder. It's really not good to be sick like this, and to spend too much of your mental energy. ”

For those who are sick, of course, it is better to recuperate with peace of mind.

How can you sulk all day long, feel depressed and sad.

In this way, it is really not conducive to recuperation.

"Thank you for your concern."

The man repeated this sentence coldly, as if he wanted to refute it.

Ye Qingli spread his hands and said helplessly: "Whatever you want." It's good if you're happy. ”

"Hmm. I am very happy. ”

Ye Qingli smiled: "To be honest, when I first saw you, I didn't want to stab you to death, but what, two people who originally beat you to death now talk casually, and it seems that it is okay to visually inspect it." ”

Men said:

"You have a point."

Ye Qingli shook his head and sat down directly, on the edge of the bed, on a stool not far away.

After all, this person is still an ordinary person.

Yes, in this life, I still came by the trajectory of a normal person. Inevitably, you will be impregnated by the bad things around you.

There's no way around it.

Ye Qingli blinked at the faint seeping sky light outside the window.

Today, the weather is really nice, in the sky, it is really cloudless. It's bright, it's a light that makes you feel good.

There is also the right temperature, which is all normal people who will enjoy everything normal life.

Ordinary people, after seeing it, will not have any special ideas because they are used to it.

But for those who can't see the light of the sky and can't feel the light, everything is so precious.

This kind of rotten smell is unbearable for any normal person.

Staying for a while will make people feel sad inside. It's psychological, physical, and extremely sad.

Ye Qingli sighed and looked at someone on the bed, who looked a little sluggish because he had been in bed for many days.

This person, although not very liked. But so. It's not a normal person, the world should be.

He, at the very least, should have a clear sky, not the iron walls around him, and the dusty smell that fills the surroundings.

"Here, it's time to see the light."

Ye Qingli said this very calmly, and when he saw his stunned appearance, he smiled slightly.

After a crisp turn, he walked straight to the window.

There was only a faint amount of light, just a little bit, but it was able to make people's eyes shine.

Ye Qingli opened the somewhat messy curtains, revealing some mottled window edges.

It's hard to imagine that such a large family would have such dilapidated windows.

Fortunately, it is not too dilapidated here, and the windows are at least intact.

Ye Qingli smiled, at this angle, the light was just right, warm, covering people's faces.

It's just a window that separates two completely different worlds.

The old and the new are two completely different worlds.

Reaching out, he pushed the window open, and a brighter light shone in.

The warm orange glow casts light and shadow on the fair-skinned wrist.

In the interweaving of warm colors, there is the hope of new life.

The curtain was probably blown by the wind, blocking out the light and shadow.

Ye Qingli's hand moved slightly, and then the curtain fell.

It's like a petal that has slipped down.

The light then swayed in even more wantonly.

In this dark space, it suddenly lit up.

Fresh air also came in.

"This disease really can't see the light."

Ye Qingli sighed with emotion and said this. With his back to the man behind him, his voice was also very clear.

"But it doesn't matter, because what you meet is a miracle doctor."

Ye Qingli turned around, his face full of sunshine.

"Get more exposure to the sun, and you'll live better in the future." Ye Qingli said this gently.

"Next, I'm going to do a good job as a miracle doctor."

Ye Qingli rolled up his sleeves and made an adjustment gesture.

Next, Ye Qingli called the servants he saw at the beginning and prepared the tools he should have.

as well as adequate water and alcohol.

In the silence, there is no speech, only the constant movement of people.

Flexible, delicate, like the lightest butterfly.

With a slight frown, he quietly stared at everything in front of him, and his movements were as smooth as a cloud.