Zhai Xingchen didn't want to lie to Gong Suhe, so he nodded in silence.
But Gong Suhe is the kind of person who is interested when she hears about his illness. She squats down, looks at Zhai Xingchen, and asks seriously, "does it look at your legs?"
For a moment, Zhai Xingchen felt very embarrassed.
His hands consciously clenched the handle of the wheelchair, and his lips and petals became a line.
Seeing this, Gong Suhe went to grab his injured left hand and scolded him: "you're injured. It's easy for the wound to crack again!"
Zhai Xingchen felt the softness of his hand. His breath trembled and he tried to restrain all his emotions: "leave me alone."
But Gong Suhe quietly drops his finger on Zhai Xingchen's pulse again.
He could feel the movement between her fingers and wanted to break away, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. He couldn't break away with her strength.
Zhai Xingchen watched Gong Suhe holding his wrist. As time went by, his eyes were stained with a trace of crimson.
Gong Su he released him, and his tone was very firm: "you haven't given up, have you?"
She also secretly checked his pulse three years ago, and she could feel that at that time, his state was almost the same as now.
If he doesn't stick to the treatment for a long time, his condition will definitely worsen.
Zhai Xingchen lowered his head: "well."
"Can you show me your case report?" Gong Suhe patiently said: "although I don't study well, my mother is very good. We can help you to have a try..."
Zhai Xingchen is not clear about his mood at this moment.
There was warmth, touch, and instinct not to let her know his hopeless embarrassment.
He was just silent.
"Don't you believe me?" Gong Suhe felt like a salesman: "my family's medical skills are all put in a whole room. I've seen it since I was a child, so has my mother..."
"I believe you." Zhai Xingchen quickly interrupts her.
His mood was struggling, and his voice was low: "but, it's going to be ugly. Don't look."
When he was in primary school, he also tried Chinese medicine treatment, acupuncture can only wear shorts.
If she treats him, it means he has to wear shorts in front of her.
And he can't walk all the year round. Even if he insists on massage and treatment, his legs will eventually be thinner than normal adult men.
In addition, there is a kind of morbid white.
How could he let her see it?
Zhai Xingchen felt as if there was a basin of ice water pouring down his head at the moment. He thought carefully all the way sweetly just now, so it was invisible.
How can he forget that Xu Bo just went to the doctor, and finding the doctor doesn't mean he can stand up?
He is still an unsound person. In her eyes, he is just a patient!
But Gong Suhe didn't know his struggle. She thought he was afraid of losing face.
But she has always been a strict doctor, so she asked carefully, "is it muscle atrophy? If so, you can... "
"Stop it." Zhai Xingchen interrupts Gong Suhe.
He turned his head and looked into the distance, his eyes in pain.
Seeing this, Gong Suhe gradually understood his idea.
Is it because he is a classmate and is more familiar, so he has worries about face?
But, in fact, she is very separate.
When she's a classmate, when she's a classmate, when she's a doctor and a patient, she doesn't bring in personal relationships.
Gong Suhe had no choice but to nod: "OK, let's go back to the army."
That night, because I was tired of practicing during the day, I disbanded earlier.
Gong Suhe went back to his room, turned on his mobile wechat, chatted with Lin Qi for a while, saw the head of "zero" again, and then went in.