Large and small, there are thirty or forty pieces.

The largest piece is the one Uncle Zhang saw, the size of a palm, almost half of which is embedded in Ning Zaozao's back.

Ning didn't feel any pain earlier, she couldn't see her back, and she didn't know what the condition of her back was.

She stared at Huo Feng with a pair of eyes, staring without blinking.

The more he looked, the more he wanted to look at Huo Feng like this, when did he open his eyes and see that she was dumb.

When the doctors all came in, a curtain was drawn between the two operating beds, and Ning couldn't see Huo Feng below his neck early on, only Huo Feng's face.

She wore an oxygen mask, and although she was shouting Huo Feng's name one after another, Huo Feng should not be able to hear it.

He didn't respond to her.

When the anesthetic took effect, Ning Zao, who had been keeping his eyes open, was fighting with his eyelids.

Before she closed her eyes, she felt as if she had heard a piercing ticking sound.

The voice, so piercing, made her heart stop beating in an instant.

Although she hadn't figured out where the voice came from, she reflexively wanted to turn over, wanted to rush to Huo Feng's side, and wanted to call Huo Feng's name.

However, she couldn't stand the medicinal properties of the anesthetic, she couldn't even open her mouth, her eyes drooped weakly, and her eyes were completely plunged into darkness.

She dreamed.

I dreamed of when I was a child, looking through the iron fence at the children outside who were carrying schoolbags and being held by their parents to buy sugar gourds.

Looking at it, her saliva was pouring out.

The sugar gourd is red and bright, shiny, and looks delicious.

I don't know what it tastes like.

The little boy ate with relish, half of a bite, and the remaining half fell to the ground when he couldn't hang on the wooden skewer.

Half of it fell not far from the iron fence.

Ning Zao's eyes stared unblinkingly at the half of the sugar gourd on the ground, which was stained with mud but glittered in the sun.

Her saliva was already flowing unconsciously.

Her body, already spontaneously crouched, and then her arms poked out of the iron fence, almost, almost.

With one more point, she could pick up this half of the rock sugar gourd.

However, it was seen that her fingers were about to touch.

The half of the rock sugar gourd was suddenly stepped on by a big leather shoe.

Ning looked at the big black leather shoes early, as if he had seen a dark abyss.

She was stunned for a moment, and then cried out with a "wow".

But the next moment, the owner of the big leather shoes bent down and handed her a string of rock sugar gourds in front of her.

Because it was winter, Ning Zao's two faces were frozen and cracked, and tears and snot hung on his red face, and he was as embarrassed as he was.

But she still had tears in her eyes, and when she saw the rock sugar gourd, she instantly burst into tears and laughed, and stretched out her dirty hand to grab the rock sugar gourd.

The big leather shoes didn't give her the rock sugar gourd, but squatted down, took out a wet towel, wiped her face, and wiped her little hands.

The skin on her face was chapped, and she inhaled painfully when she was wiped with wet wipes, but this pain was nothing, and she inhaled while staring at the rock sugar gourd not far from her.

It's obviously tasteless.

But she smelled so fragrant, and the saliva was swallowed again and again, and it couldn't flow out of the corner of her mouth.

Big Leather Shoes sighed: "Little glutton! ”