Something was wrong, Uncle Ding hurriedly supported Ding Ling, Aunt Chen asked what was uncomfortable, I also raised my head and was concerned, and said no? Why is it so fragile when you stand up so big and sit up so big?

Ding Ling held her forehead and shook it slightly, "It was dark when I got up just now." ”

"Anemia?" Ian guessed on the side.

Uncle Ding and Aunt Chen didn't care so much, so they took Ding Ling and left directly, and called Ian to call Wilson by the way.

When he arrived at the hospital, after a full range of scanning with N instruments, Wilson took the film and said, "The amount of bleeding has increased slightly, but it has not accumulated into new blood clots."

"What do you mean? You just say it's a good thing or a bad thing. ”

"It's not good or bad, but for now, it's a good thing." Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose and roughly analyzed it.

To put it simply, Ding Ling's adaptability is not bad, and a small amount of bleeding can be absorbed by the body immediately. However, whether long-term habitual bleeding can be absorbed or not is determined by time.

In addition, he was also puzzled to inquire about the treatment process, and when he learned about our treatment plan, he was shocked and said, "It's good that you have been reducing the dosage because of worry, otherwise it would ......"

We can all understand the meaning of the future, Uncle Ding hurriedly said: "We told you the method of fighting poison with poison, and you agree with it."

"Fighting poison with poison?" Wilson chewed two poops before he reacted, "Oh~ Adaptive physical therapy, right?" But you ......."

"Wrong?"

"Big mistake." Wilson organized the language, "By adaptive therapy, I mean that the patient gradually accepts the influence of external things on her emotions. And what about you? But it is to use external things to affect her emotions, so that her body's absorption ability can adapt to the amount of bleeding. ”

I was directly dizzy, Wilson was already speaking English, adding a lot of professional words. It took Ian several minutes to translate this, and it ended up like a tongue twister.

Uncle Ding scratched his hair and thought for a while, and said thoughtfully, "What do you mean, Ding Ling...... What should the patient adapt to is the influence of external things on her emotions, not her body? ”

Ian pulled his hair directly, your sister, you two deliberately played with people, right? He took some time to translate.

Wilson snapped his fingers after hearing this, "That's right, you better explain the condition to the patient first, so that the patient can use self-control to influence the influence of external things." ”

Well, now I understand it too. To put it bluntly, this still allows Ding Ling to treat everything with a normal heart, which is equivalent to letting her become a nun.

But this is what Wilson said again, and after Ding Ling can skillfully control her emotions, she can train her body's adaptability.

Because she has been able to control her emotions, she can grasp the ups and downs of her emotions on her own, which helps to protect her life.

Okay, I won't repeat the rest of the tongue-twisters. Anyway, the problem now has to go back to the beginning. Uncle Ding, they still have to tell Ding Ling the problem.

Coming out of the hospital, Ding Ling's interest had not diminished, and she was shouting that she was going to the amusement park. But obviously neither Uncle Ding nor Aunt Chen would agree.

I've already had blood once, and I dare to do it again? What if I can't stand this body wash?

Therefore, the trip to the amusement park came to an end, but in order not to let Ding Ling's mood suddenly be too low.

Uncle Ding made an excuse and said that it was almost noon, and Meow Teller would have a notice to catch up in a while. Anyway, it's almost noon, and in order to make up for the regret of not having fun, let's go eat the best food in Los Angeles.

Ding Lingwula cheered and shouted that he was tired of eating hamburger steaks in the past few days, and it was time to change his taste.

Uncle Ding turned his head and asked, "Ian, take us to the best restaurant in Los Angeles."

"Deller." Ian flicked the steering wheel, and the car flicked its tail beautifully...... I'm, driving safety comes first, and I can't patronize and play handsome.

Ian sped all the way and hit the brakes half an hour later, "No, this is the best food street in all of Los Angeles." ”

Uncle Ding Smecta, Aunt Chen's face was dark, and Ding Ling's eyes were dull. I looked strange, grabbed Ding Ling's clothes and climbed up, turned my head to look out the window.

No way! Chinatown......

Ian didn't notice the embarrassment, and said to himself, "I like the fried buns here the most, and the mixed soup." And the beef noodle shop on the street...... Hey, what's wrong with you? ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Uncle Ding shook his head and patted his cheeks, "In addition to Chinese food, do you have any other recommendations?" ”

"What's so bad about Chinese food?" Ian was stunned.

"Do you look for hamburger steak when you travel to China?"

"Of course not."

"That's it." Uncle Ding spread his hands, thinking that he had made the problem clear.

Ian then said, "How can these compare to Chinese food?" I'm going to China, and I'm drowning in the soup. ”

……

Uncle Ding didn't bother to mess with him, so Chinese food is Chinese food. But I don't know if it's out of revenge, after entering Chinatown, he directly found a Chongqing hot pot to enter.

The sign was bright red, especially the fire made of chili peppers, and it made smoke in the throat when you looked at it.

When the door greeted the first Chinese, he didn't use English, and shouted directly in Sichuan: "How many gentlemen?" Inside, please. ”

"Four, plus a cat." Uncle Ding pointed his hand at my head.

Menying was not happy to hear the cat, but when he saw me, he was stunned, and after confirming Ding Ling and Uncle Ding, he exclaimed: "Meow Teller!"

"Meow~" I glanced up at her.

"It says hello to you." Uncle Ding quipped, "Is there a private room?" ”

"There must be a stopper, there must be a stopper." The door greeted us and led us inside, and after finding a private room with a better location, he said expectantly, "I...... Can I take a picture with it? ”

"Yes." Uncle Ding was very generous.

Then the door was close to me and I compared scissorhands, and then it went on and on. The waiters in the hot pot restaurant saw it and asked for a group photo.

I said in my heart that I would take a group photo, anyway, I don't have to pose. And from watching foreigners' TV series these days, you can't offend the waiters in restaurants if you offend anyone, because they will spit on your food.

But there are not only waiters in the hot pot restaurant, although we are in a private room, so we are isolated from the rest of the diners. But the waiters are all sisters, and after the group photo, they show their broken mouths everywhere.

This display is terrible, when you go into the back kitchen to get the bottom of the pot and get the side dishes, you have to show off with the staff in the kitchen.

Then the cooks in the back kitchen, the washing, and the chopping vegetables all came to take a group photo.

Actually, it's nothing, the only thing that has is the one who cuts vegetables...... What's the most cut in a hot pot restaurant?

Chili peppers, fresh chili peppers.

He also moved his hands and feet to me in the photo of meow, and his fingers ran over the tip of my nose, which was sour...... There is only one song that can express my mood at this moment: "Burn, burn, firebird......"