Zeng Xu picked up a cabbage leaf. He just hurt his arm. Dr. Liu won't give him meat. Isn't he short of what to make up for? He's short of meat now.
"I want to eat lighter recently."
Liu Liang took a large chopstick dish and put it on Zeng's narration bowl. "Supplement more vitamins to make it better and faster."
"All right."
Zeng Xuxu respected Dr. Liu's decision.
Therefore, most of the five or six dishes were eaten by him, not because Dr. Liu said that taking more vitamins is better and faster.
Zeng Xu didn't know how many vitamins he had added, but he ate a full plate of green vegetables. He also developed more and more to some kind of long eared animal.
They lived in this small courtyard for two days. In fact, it was a good day for Liu Liang. A few days ago, they didn't run too wild. They had to go to several places to climb mountains and water. Now they can have a rest for a few days. They also accumulated a lot. Then they set out and wait until Zeng Xubai's arm was well, They go out and do whatever they want.
It's a pity for Zeng Xu. He loves meat so much and is still a man who doesn't leave meat at all. He was fed by Liu Liang into a rabbit essence.
Fortunately, such days will pass. Today is the day of Zeng's narration inspection and the day when Zeng's narration is about to leave the sea of suffering.
In the hospital, Zeng Shubai rolled up his sleeve and exposed his arm.
The doctor was shocked when he saw Zeng's wound. He didn't speak for a long time.
He looked at Zeng Xubai's wound incredulously, stared at Zeng Xubai's face, and finally turned over his illness again and again.
"How did your wound grow? It's impossible. It's not light, but how can it grow like this?"
Doctors simply don't believe what they see. It's only a few days. The scabs have fallen off, and the newly grown meat doesn't see any hyperplasia at all. In other words, such injuries are likely not to leave scars.
For ordinary burn patients, the follow-up is the most difficult and unbearable. The proliferation of scars is a very painful process for the recovery of patients. In particular, the more the area of burns, the more difficult it is. Even more, no one dares to imagine that there will be no scars left.
According to the doctor's decades of experience, he is 80-90% sure that the wound he once confessed will not leave a scar.
How on earth is this long? Is this still a person?
Where the hell did he come from?
"Maybe I'm in good health, so I recover faster."
Zeng Xu put down his sleeve, "I've been like this since I was a child. The wound is better than ordinary people, it's easier to recover, and it's not easy to leave a scar."
When he said this, the doctor really wants to believe it, but there is no way to believe him, because this is the only thing that can make sense. Otherwise, why do we all use the same medicine and treatment.
However, why Zeng's narration recovers quickly can only explain that the degree of natural recovery is also different due to different personal physical qualities.
Soon after, the nurse had brought Zeng Xubai's examination report. The doctor roughly turned it over, and then smiled at Zeng Xubai.
"Congratulations. Your examination report has come out. There is nothing wrong. As for the injury, just recover slowly. If there is any discomfort, come to the hospital for examination."
"Thank you."
Zeng Xubai took the inspection report and raised his arm. He was really glad that the scalded area was not too large, so he recovered quickly. Of course, Liu Liang's ointment was indispensable.
But I have to say that Dr. Liu in his family is really a fairy.
Outside, fairy Liu has been waiting.
When Zeng Xubai came out, she quickly stood up and stared at the inspection report held by Zeng Xubai.
"Don't worry, it's all right."
Zeng Xuxu strode over and handed the inspection report to Liu Liang. She knew she wanted this.
Liu Liang took it and saw it from the beginning to the end.
"Well," she was very satisfied with Zeng's self-healing ability and, of course, with her own ointment.
"Use it for a few more days and try not to leave scars."
"OK."
Zeng Xu promised that what Dr. Liu said was what she said, and who made her Dr. Liu and an expert.
When they went back, they happened to pass by the small fish restaurant.
"Do you still want fish?"
Zeng Xu stopped and asked Liu Liang.
"I don't want to."
Liu Liang almost didn't get burned by the fish in this family. Although she said she had nothing to do, what happened was her narration. It was not easy for them, but they could eat a fish and finally get hurt.
"Don't be afraid of difficulties."
"But it's just a small accident. Everyone may encounter a small accident. Let's go," said Liu Liang, who disagreed with Zeng's narration
Zeng narration is again shunshun Liu Liang's hair, "I'll take you to eat fish."
Liu Liang really didn't want to go, but in the end, there was only one narration that could make Dr. Liu change his mind.
The owner of the hotel has long been less active when entertaining guests. There is no business in the store. He has big eyes and small eyes with two board women, and sighs from time to time.
Until Zeng Xubai and Liu Liang came in, the boss and the landlady stood up almost at the same time, both silently flattering and embarrassing.
Even don't know what to say?
Maybe they thought it was a confession to turn over the old account.
But even if they turn over the old accounts, they deserve it. Although they lost 5000 yuan, are these two people who seem to have no money? So they are guilty and they are also guilty.
"That..."
The boss still doesn't know what to say?
As a result, Zeng Xubai took Liu Liang and found a table and sat down.
"Boss, a fish, the rest is the same."
The boss stood in place for a long time, but he still didn't move. The boss's wife pushed him. He reacted for a long time, almost instantaneously, and ran into the kitchen.
The landlady came over, picked up a clean rag and wiped the table. Her head was almost on the table, but she didn't dare to look at Liu Liang and Zeng's narration.
When the fish came up, the boss carried it himself. He walked very carefully and his hands were very stable. Of course, he came right at them, unlike the waiter, who had to buckle on people's heads.
The fish was put on the table and spilled a little oil.
The boss was relieved, but there was sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead and rolled down.
Can he say that he was nervous and scared just now?