Feng Zhao also thought that the doctor was referring to the conservative condition, so he said:

"Thank you, doctor! Doctor, you are really benevolent and respectful! ”

"Tsk, the young man is very good at talking."

Jiang Shi's face was indifferent throughout the whole process.

Feng Zhao chatted with the doctor for a long time before he remembered that it was time to go, and hurriedly took the initiative to hug Jiang Shi:

"Brother Shi, I'll help you."

Jiang Shi's voice was cold, "I hurt my hands, not my legs." ”

Feng Zhao retracted his hand.

This scene fell into the eyes of the doctor.

As a gossipy doctor, he turned around and went to share the latest news with his colleagues.

"Oh, in fact, these two young men are quite a good match, although the yellow hair is a little ugly, but the person is still good! You young people, do you know that looking at your face and the beauty of your soul is really beautiful? ”

Out of the hospital, Feng Zhao was beautiful all the way.

"Great, the doctor said your hand can be cured."

Jiang Shi was speechless: "In your eyes, do I have some incurable disease?" ”

"Hey, can I be blamed for this? It's not as exaggerated as the little green-haired man said, it's really a crow's mouth......"

Feng Zhao frantically complained about a wave of Ling Beijue.

Jiang Shi didn't agree, he wasn't the kind of character who would talk about people behind his back.

It's just that......

When the doctor says cure, he means that there is no problem in daily life.

But playing a professional game requires very delicate operation and super awareness.

Consciousness he has, but ...... There will still be a little bit of an impact on the operational side.

This effect may only be dull for a few tenths of a second, but in the game, it is a fatal heel.

The top masters have made moves, and you can see it in seconds.

Jiang Shi closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and sighed silently in his heart.

****

The scene of the music festival.

After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally the turn of South July.

The music festival was broadcast live, and as soon as she came on stage, the barrage frantically brushed up-

"Ahhh

"Wife, wife, mua, wife, wife~~"

"Please note that the king god has five seconds to reach the battlefield."

“……”

Nan July played well and won the first place in the singing group.

Noon is the break time.

Bai Cha and her patron were having dinner at a well-known restaurant nearby, and happened to meet the judges in charge of musical instrument performance.

One of them is a descendant of the famous composer Luo Xian, Luo Qingshang.

She rolled her eyes and pretended to accidentally bump into it.

"Oops! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Luo Qingshang was notoriously good-tempered, and smiled faintly, "It's okay." ”

"Yikes! Are you Mr. Luo Qingshang? Bai Cha covered his mouth, pretending to be surprised.

"Oh? Do you know me? ”

Bai Cha said shyly, "I'm a player who is going to participate in the musical instrument performance in the afternoon." ”

Luo Qingshang said: "I wish you the best of luck." ”

"I have a good friend who is also going to participate in the competition, and she also won the world championship by Mr. Luo Xian's "Missing" back then." White Tea has a proud expression.

Luo Qingshang smiled: "Are you talking about Southern July?" ”

"Yes, it's just that she said that the piano originated in the West, and there is no real pianist in China, and the music she makes is just copying and copying Western pianists......" Speaking of this, Bai Cha playfully stuck out her tongue, "But I don't know much about the piano, I don't know what she means." ”

Luo Qingshang's expression changed suddenly.