Zhao Cheng was detained in the medical hall and enjoyed the treatment of a high-level VIP.

Tingyun is a good-natured person and a talkative person, as soon as Zhao Cheng said that he was bored, he told Zhao Cheng some medical stories he encountered - well, most of the endings were okay, and a few ended very tragically.

Especially when it comes to the story of the leg that has rotted out a hole, Zhang Sijiu's face has not changed its color and cleaned up for a long time, listening to Yun Na's red eyes and sighing.

And Zhao Cheng clutched his brocade quilt helplessly, the whole one was panicked, he wanted to see what was going on with his legs, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it - his legs were still hanging up and hanging in the air, but !! Between this leg and his line of sight, a ridiculous cloth sheet hangs!

There is also a ridiculous picture of a fat cat fluttering butterflies on the cloth sheet!

The roughness of the painting technique is that you can see that it is a work of practice!

couldn't see his legs, and listened to such a tragic story, Zhao Cheng felt that it was a life without love.

He felt as if he was alive, but as if he was dead.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Tingyun: "Shut up!"

Hearing Yun slamming the brakes, he looked at Zhao Cheng in confusion, his eyes were full of concern: "Zhao Xiaolangjun, what's wrong? Is it hurting? Why don't I bring you a bowl of medicine? Or do you want to eat something—"

Patients are always moody, which Tingyun has experienced for many years, so he will not bother with Zhao Cheng at all.

Zhao Cheng only felt that he had smashed his fist on the cotton, and the reprimand behind him couldn't be said anyway: in the face of such a pair of eyes and a face, and then losing his temper, it was obviously inappropriate, and his conscience was a little unbearable!

He twisted his head sullenly and embarrassed, didn't want to speak, and finally pulled the quilt up: "I'm sleepy, sleep!"

Ridiculous, can't sleep at all.

The wound hurt again, and his heart was suffocated, Zhao Cheng couldn't help crying.

Yes, crying.

He misses home, his father, his mother, his sister, and even his brother.

Then as soon as the tears came out, his quilt was pulled away, and he heard Yun's soft voice coming: "Zhao Xiaolangjun, you can't cover the quilt when you sleep, it's easy to lose your breath. You're going to bet a lot now—"

The voice fell, and the quilt that was pulled away was slammed back, and Yun Lian apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Zhao Xiaolangjun, you continue, I'll go out and do something else, you feel free, feel free."

After speaking, he heard that Yun Zhen went out, and before going out, he thoughtfully stuffed two handkerchiefs into Zhao Cheng's hand.

Zhao Cheng cried louder and miserable.

In fact, since the age of thirteen, for several years, he has not cried. Not to mention crying so badly.

Tingyun stood outside the door, listening to Zhao Cheng's miserable cry, and couldn't help but shake his head: Look, no matter how noble your status is, in front of your illness, it is the same!

This matter, Tingyun sighed with Zhang Sijiu again the next day.

Zhang Sijiu glanced at Doctor Qi's complicated complexion, and nodded with complexity: "Yes, you're right."

But she felt that Zhao Cheng might not really cry.

Does it matter, though? It doesn't matter. Proper scare helps grumpy patients to cooperate well with doctors!

Because of the operation, Zhang Sijiu didn't even bother to eat breakfast today, so he hurried to the hospital.

With such a major operation and such a rudimentary medical condition, she was really afraid of infection.

Therefore, she can't rest assured if she doesn't make rounds in person.

Zhao Cheng didn't sleep well last night, it hurt, and although Tingyun had a good temper, he was still a little bad at taking care of people, and the environment was not as comfortable as at home, so Zhao Cheng woke up for a while, slept for a while, and in short, he didn't sleep very well.

Moreover, in order to fight the infection of the wound, Zhao Cheng has a lot of decoctions.

Drink too much decoction...... There is a problem, that is, it is very easy to want to go to the toilet!

Zhao Cheng had injuries in both legs, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only solve it with the help of others.

After all, Tingyun is not familiar with him

So I'm a little embarrassed.

Therefore, Zhao Cheng's face was very haggard, and his eyes were red and swollen.

It seems that there is no arrogance and rage, only pity remains.

Seeing Zhang Sijiu, Zhao Cheng made a request in a hoarse voice: "Let my little servant come to the vigil, can it be successful?"

"If your leg is much less swollen today and can be stitched, then you can let your little servant come." Zhang Sijiu also agreed very neatly. After all, Tingyun is not a nurse, so there is no reason to guard Zhao Cheng all the time.

Yesterday, I watched all night, and Tingyun is also very haggard today, and it makes people feel distressed to watch.

Zhang Sijiu felt that minors could not be harmed.

Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you."

He was full of gratitude, but he didn't think of a question: Do you need to say thank you for this matter? Isn't that how it should be?

Zhang Sijiu also felt that it should be, so he also felt that Zhao Cheng was quite polite, and his attitude was a little more gentle: "It's okay, if you have a need, just mention it, and focus on your comfort." After all, when you are in a better mood, your body can recover better."

Zhao Cheng was even more grateful.

Zhang Sijiu looked at Zhao Cheng's wound and found that the edema of the wound had subsided a lot, and there was no sign of inflammation or necrosis, and he was in a good mood: it seems that it can be sutured in a while! After suturing, the wound can be medicated and bandaged, and the anti-infection effect will be better at that time!

However, Zhao Cheng had a bit of a low-grade fever.

However, judging from the combination of interrogation and pulse, it should be no major problem, and it should be a normal reaction after surgery.

Zhang Sijiu instructed Zhao Cheng to tell them immediately if he felt uncomfortable, and then went to find Cheng Wanli.

Cheng Wanli didn't sleep well last night - he also checked the room several times in the middle of the night, for fear that something would happen to Zhao Cheng.

At this moment, Cheng Wanli was sitting there, napping.

Zhang Sijiu sat next to Cheng Wanli: "Old Cheng, I think I can stitch Zhao Xiaolangjun today. I just took a look and the swelling is very good. It means that our medicine is effective."

Cheng Wanli opened his eyes and yawned: "Can you sew?" That would be great. After sewing, you can use the medicine. In this way, Zhao Xiaolangjun will be cured, and it will be just around the corner."

Zhang Sijiu nodded: "As long as there is no infection, the rest will be easy to do. As long as the wound heals and we can be discharged from the hospital, we can also get rid of it. And his leg was saved."

In such a medical situation, saving Zhao Cheng's leg is still very likely to make the hospital go out and blow a wave.

Cheng Wanli asked Zhang Sijiu, "How soon do you think he will recover?"

"When the wound scabs over, you can leave the hospital and go home to recuperate. But you have to walk on the ground - in fact, after two weeks, I suggest that you can walk slowly with your things in your hands. If it drags on for a long time, it will be easy to become lame." Zhang Sijiu told the truth. Rehabilitation is a kind of thing that requires suffering. But without rehabilitation, the effect will definitely not be good.

The more you are afraid of pain and don't use your legs, then when you want to use them, I'm afraid that your legs are not so flexible - not necessarily pathological, but likely psychological.

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