Chapter 1539

Zhuzhimeng was really a punctual person who kept his promise. One hour, he really came to Duanmu yawang's wing alone. When Duanmu yawang opened the door, he pushed his wheelchair and looked up at her with a gentle smile: "Miss Duanmu, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Duanmu yawang came out and pushed him in.

The little white deer helped close the door behind.

Zhuzhimeng glanced at the little white deer and smiled.

The little white deer was always absent-minded and blinked. What did he say: "you seem very satisfied with me here. Do you really think my sister will do something to you?"

Zhuzhi's dream touched the tip of her nose and looked at duanmuya, but she saw her eyebrows. Her black eyes were as bright as the morning star.

This is a girl who makes people feel mysterious and beautiful.

The little white deer hummed, "although you do look good, you are just average here. You can't compare with my... Future brother-in-law."

Zhuzhi's dream only thought he was protecting the calf, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he was curious: "Miss Duanmu, do you really have a fiance?"

"Black hair and black eyes, you can't have a fiance?"

Duanmu yawang said as he turned back to the table, picked up a few bottles of liquid medicine to mix, and then took out the needle tube already prepared to suck in the liquid medicine.

"It doesn't mean that. It's just that some people are interested in what kind of person the other party is." when zhuzhimeng said, his eyes were attracted by the needle tube in Duanmu yawang's hand.

For sharp things, humans will subconsciously reject them.

He was not surprised.

He frowned. "What's this?"

"Needle." Duanmu yawang said, seeing his expression, raised his eyebrows: "afraid?"

Zhuzhi's dream didn't respond, just asked: "what's the role of this...?"

Duanmu yawang answered very directly, "put the medicine into your body."

For a second, his expression was subtle, but soon he adjusted and smiled calmly: "I trust Miss Duanmu."

The little white deer touched his chin. "Your reaction is the calmest among so many people. It's good. It's calm enough. I like it."

"Nonsense, is this your attitude towards broken flowers with your elders?" Duanmu yawang knocked him on the head angrily.

The little white deer stuck out his tongue and dared not do it again.

Duanmu yawang didn't say anything. He came over with a needle, lifted up the sleeves of Zhuzhi's dream and said, "there will be a little pain. Please bear it."

"Sometimes it's a good thing to have pain." zhuzhimeng smiled faintly. As he said, he glanced at the tip of the needle in Duanmu Ya's hand and looked away.

Duanmu yawang pondered over his words and sighed in his heart.

She knew that if she could, even pain would be better than no perception.

She didn't say it clearly. After doing some preparatory work, she gently pressed zhuzhimeng's arm and hit the needle into it.

In two or three seconds, the tip of the needle left.

Zhuzhi's dream was stunned for a while, and some were stunned: "OK?"

"Yes."

Duanmuya saw his expression and smiled, "isn't it uncomfortable in your imagination?"

"I can hardly feel any pain."

"Yes." Duanmu yawang smiled, and then said, "when you get up, you will fall asleep. If you feel tired, don't care."

"OK."

Zhuzhi's Dream fully cooperated with him. He didn't ask why he was treated. He fell asleep. It is estimated that Duanmu yawang was brought by Xiao Wuzheng, so he didn't take any precautions against her.

Only half an hour before and after the dream, he entered a deep sleep.

Duanmu yawang didn't pull up the border this time, but asked Yin Huiyin to help look around carefully, and then took out the medical machinery to check zhuzhimeng first.

"How's it going, master?"

The little white deer looked around and asked curiously, "is it possible to cure it?"

"And living cells."

Duanmu Ya stared at the instrument and said without looking back: "cell activity still exists and can be treated. However, it is more troublesome. It is estimated that a lot of physical therapy will be carried out."

The so-called physical therapy is to treat with medical instruments.

Such a treatment process will be painful and grinding. Of course, the most important thing is that such a treatment is not convenient in this world.

Moreover, physical therapy takes a certain time, which can not be cured in ten days and a half months.

Little white deer followed Duanmu yawang for so long. He was more or less clear about physical therapy. After listening to it, he was also sad. "We don't have so much time to help him with physical therapy."

"Yes, but his muscles are atrophied badly. Only physical therapy can better excite his nerves and muscles. It is also the best treatment for his condition at present."

"All right."

The little white deer sighed, "how long do you think it will take to see the effect?"

"I can't draw a conclusion yet." Duanmu yawang checked the situation of zhuzhimeng, thought about it, adjusted the medicine, and hit the medicine on the acupoints of zhuzhimeng's legs with a needle. "I need to do a specific test to see how much his muscle cells accept the medicine."

"Oh."

After watching it for a while, the little white deer had no interest in continuing to revolve around the topic. His eyes turned leisurely, "master, are you sure about participating in the war?"

"How can I make a conclusion about the unknown?" Duanmu yawang tapped him on the head angrily. "Go lie down or play and practice. Don't hinder me here."

"All right."

The little white deer pouted and reluctantly ran back to bed.

Since zhuzhimeng entered Duanmu yawang's room, the steward has been waiting nervously not far away.

Half an hour passed.

Soon an hour and two hours passed.

It's almost noon, and the dream of chasing still doesn't come out of it.

The steward couldn't help being a little nervous. He almost had to find an excuse to break in.

But he was caught by Xiao Wuzheng, who came here happily.

"Mr. Xiao?" seeing Xiao Wuzheng, the steward didn't tighten more. He seemed dissatisfied: "how did you come?"

"I just went to sleep." Xiao Wuzheng said, yawning leisurely and staring at the steward with a smile: "why, I don't think I care about your master enough?"

The steward was calm and silent.

But he doesn't have to think about it.

Xiao Wuzheng smiled. He seemed careless, but there was a sharp light flashing at the bottom of his eyes: "the people I brought can still harm my dream? On the contrary, since I can bring people here, you should remember me. Just wait for your master's legs to get better. Don't always worry about this and that."