Seeing Ling Yun sarcastically evaluated the Chinese Tiger List, it was originally a grand event representing the young martial artists in the highest palace of Chinese martial arts. It sounded even more funny than Zhou Libo's "One Zhou Libo Show". () Zhao Ziyue was even a little lucky to not participate in the Tiger List competition.

After feeding Zhao Ziyue to drink porridge, Lingyun held her mouth and looked at Zhao Ziyue with a cursory look. She felt a little embarrassed by this little girl. Zhao Ziyue wanted to turn over, but accidentally touched the injured left arm and grinned in pain.

Ling Yun ran over immediately, gently pressed the arm on her hand, and asked nervously: "Is there anything wrong? I'll call the doctor."

Zhao Ziyue waved his hand and said, "No need. I accidentally encountered it. It's not a problem. By the way, Lingzhi participated in that talent show, did he pass?"

"Well. I passed. I entered the top 50 in the country. The next week is their 50-to-25 competition. Now, the program team has found professional teachers to train them professionally. I believe everything will be fine. Lingzhi is one step closer to his dream."

Ling Yun was very moved. Unexpectedly, when Zhao Ziyue woke up, the first thing she cared about was his younger brother Lingzhi participating in the "Come on, Good Man!" competition.

Putting your heart in mind is love.

But what did you give him?

He would definitely not let himself pay it back. However, Ling Yun always felt that he owed the man lying on the hospital bed. The more he owed, the more he could pay it back, in his life?

Zhao Ziyue nodded. People must have dreams when they are alive. Whether it is saving energy to wash clothes, saving money to buy a washing machine, or pursuing a beautiful woman. As long as people have a bright future, they will be happy when they are alive.

"Who knows I was injured." With the lesson from my last hospitalization, Zhao Ziyue suddenly remembered this very serious question.

Ling Yun burst out laughing and said, "Look, I'm so nervous that I can't bear to reveal your whereabouts to other sisters."

"So that means you have taken care of me alone in these three days."

"How could it be? There is Lu Hua and Sprite."

Zhao Ziyue could feel that he was not wearing clothes now. He reached out and touched his lower body. He screamed in pain because his hand touched a soft plastic tube. One end of the plastic tube was inserted into his little **.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Ziyue exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Ling Yun asked.

""

What can Zhao Ziyue say? He can't ask Lingyun why her little ** has a tube inserted into it? Why do people feel embarrassed to speak?

Comrade Zhao Ziyue, who is usually agile and powerful, ended up being at a loss.

"Don't move around. It will hurt the wound. By the way, the urine bag is full, I'll pour it out for you." Ling Yun said, lowered her head and took out a small red plastic basin from under the bed to help Zhao Ziyue clean up the excreted liquid.

Zhao Ziyue had the urge to cover her face and sneak away. However, the nerves that were sucked by the muzzle on her legs were so painful that they could be severely hurt.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a girl in a nurse's outfit walked in and said, "Testing."

The girl has big eyes, straight nose, small mouth, slender waist, thin figure, but her chest is very full. When people see it, they will remind people of the fifth generation of Princess Tsunade in "Naruto".

The female nurse walked to Zhao Ziyue's bed, looked at him, took out a thermometer and stuffed it into his mouth. Then she reached out and lifted Zhao Ziyue's quilt and looked at the wound on his body. But Zhao Ziyue found that her eyes were staring at her dragon root with a humble look for a while.

The sad brother Yue Zi wanted to cover his face and was in pain. He had been bullied by women these days, and was so observable in a hospital. Just look at him. You said that if you look at someone else's place for so long, a man would be sad.

Suddenly, he felt his lower body tightening, and his dragon root seemed to be caught by this girl.

It hurts! Zhao Ziyue’s first feeling is pain. Damn, you barbaric nurse, just look at it, why are you still catching it? You just catching it, just catching it, why are you doing with such great force?

Zhao Ziyue felt guilty of being so shamelessly insulted by a young nurse.

"By the way! He was injured in his leg and could not stand up to go to the toilet. The catheter could not be pulled out." The young nurse said, letting go of Zhao Ziyue's dragon root. Zhao Ziyue was teased once very sadly.

Life is worse than death! You want to cry without tears!

Zhao Ziyue even suspected that the young nurse did it on purpose.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are so wide? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" The little nurse's voice was really comparable to Princess Tsunade.

""

Zhao Ziyue spoke first, but he had a thermometer in his mouth, and he was in a hurry and could not help.

The girl even deliberately thrust her chest at Zhao Ziyue, like a victorious big rooster. After looking at the time, the little nurse said to Ling Yun, "When did he wake up?"

"I just woke up. It's not more than five minutes." Ling Yun replied.

The young nurse held a pen and recorded it in her notebook. "Have his memory affected?"

"Memory? No. He recognizes me. He remembers everything from the past."

"Well. Not bad. He lost too much blood, and we were afraid that his memory would be affected. It seemed that he had recovered well. What other symptoms would he have?" The little nurse really paid attention to the symptoms of each patient, just like Princess Tsunade in Naruto.

"There are no other symptoms. He just clamored to be hungry. I drank a bowl of millet porridge for him."

"Fortunately, it's just millet porridge. He has been in a coma for three days. He must not let him eat hard food. He feeds him liquid food. Let his stomach adapt slowly first." The young nurse said professionally.

"Well. I understand, Miss Nurse. I won't give him good food. I will only feed him liquid food." Ling Yun said.

"Don't call me a lady!" The little nurse got angry. "Call me a nurse. This is my profession. I love my profession very much. So, I don't want others to insult this profession."

Ling Yun quickly apologized. For a moment, she felt guilty for saying the wrong thing.

Zhao Ziyue could see that the little nurse in front of him was the real version of Princess Tsunade. She was like a powder barrel, and it exploded with one stab.

Seeing Ling Yun's face turning from white to red, Zhao Ziyue wanted to come forward to speak. However, he was not qualified to have a fight with the young nurse. As soon as he entered the door, he silenced his words.

When the time came, the young nurse took off the thermometer from Zhao Ziyue's mouth and looked at it. "Very good. 36 degrees 5. Normal. Don't burn."

"Yes. I can feel that I don't have a fever." Zhao Ziyue said. "But, I think you just have a fever, and you're still very hot."
Chapter completed!