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102. Lu Chuan is discharged from hospital

Imperial Capital.

Wanhe Garden.

The low-key black off-road vehicle slowly approached, the electronic lever automatically lifted, and the silhouette of a woman sitting in the driver's seat could be vaguely seen.

The young man sitting in the back seat of the car had a pale complexion and calm eyes, and a small mole on his forehead made him look more melancholy.

Lu Jing glanced at him in the rearview mirror, always feeling that the other person's mind was wandering and erratic.

This feeling is very bad.

The cotton home clothes were worn neatly on the body. During the period of hospitalization, even if there were a few meals of shepherd's purse dumplings to replenish weight, my son still lost weight visibly, especially during the recent period.

I originally thought it would be better to be discharged from the hospital and recuperate at home slowly, but after the editor came yesterday, my son was in such a state...

She sighed in her heart: "Ah Chuan, I forgot to tell you, that little girl sent another box of things."

"I opened it and looked at it. It was three kilograms of tea leaves, which they said were grown at home. There were also ten bundles of milkvetch. They said they were traveling far away and were afraid they would taste stale, so they didn't dare to send more. They could just blanch them and freeze them."

"But the tea is good, I want you to drink more."

At first, Lu Jing felt sad when her son acted like this in order to save others.

Later, he insisted on transferring to the Imperial Capital and insisted on not leaving any contact information. There was really no movement from the other party. Even though he knew clearly that they did not give him a chance, Lu Jing still felt a little uncomfortable.

but……

Now she feels that this girl is really honest! Even her expression of gratitude is unsophisticated.

First, he didn’t mention money, second, he didn’t say anything about great kindness, and third, he didn’t ask if he wanted it.

But when there are good things at home, I send them directly without even saying a few words of advice, as if showing up is a sin.

This made Lu Jing feel guilty - it was her son's job to save people, and she, as a mother, was quite proud to be able to save such a lively little girl. She really shouldn't have thought of venting her anger at first.

Moreover, she has also been to the countryside. After her son made money, they also enjoyed high-quality ingredients, but nothing was as delicious as the shepherd's purse they gave last time.

If she said it grew randomly in the fields, she really didn't believe it.

They must have put a lot of effort into selecting them.

You said, how heartbreaking it would be to meet an ignorant person who thought the thing was worthless and just threw it away! Otherwise, how could you say that this girl is honest.

Not to mention anything else, the old man in the opposite ward would stand at the door every day when it was time to eat. After Lu Jing gave him two dumplings in a row, he found that his inventory was particularly scarce, so he was too embarrassed to ask Song again.

Tan, I won’t give it away decisively.

The mother and son eat dumplings every day as if they were thieves. They have to ventilate and lock the door.

Alas, eating home-made food actually makes me feel guilty.

And this feeling of guilt reached its peak this morning when the other party brought an old ham from the ward when they were discharged from the hospital.

Lu Jing thought about this now and thought:

"Achuan, I think your tea leaves are all packaged. Can you try it later? If it works, mom will take a box and go to the hospital again."

As she spoke, her scalp became numb again.

You said that you only get such a big ham for two meals of dumplings. The quality of this ham is not low, and it takes a lot of effort just to buy it.

When she thought about her sneaky behavior during this period, she felt really guilty.

He was thinking about his own business, not paying attention to his son in the back seat for a moment.

In the rearview mirror, Lu Chuan turned his head slightly and looked out the window, his pale face clearly visible.

The right side of his hair had been shaved off quite a bit, and a hideous scar spread from behind his ear to the corner of his eye, forehead, and close to his cheekbone.

The scar on the back is five centimeters wide from behind the ear, spreading all the way to the neck, back, and down the shoulder to the collarbone and chest.

If you unbutton all your shirt, you will find that the burn has spread to a large area of ​​the back and right chest. Fortunately, although the area is not small, it is not serious. Otherwise, the subsequent treatment alone would be unbearable.

He has fair skin and a sensitive constitution. The doctor has said several times before that if skin grafting is not done in the future, scars are likely to remain.

But skin grafting surgery... the minimum is two weeks, the maximum is eight weeks or even longer, and he doesn't have time for the time being.

On the one hand, considering that the postponement of skin grafting can allow Zhou Yongzhi to calm down. On the other hand, he recently has a copyright cooperation to discuss, and it is not suitable to stay in the hospital and wait for recovery.

So I put it on hold for now.

Burn scars are different from other wounds. They look hideous and terrifying. If a stranger saw them, they would probably be frightened.

Because of this, Lu Chuan's dark eyebrows and calm eyes became more prominent.

Looking from the side, his nose was as tall as a mountain, and only his slightly white lips showed his poor condition.

He sat there motionless, but the small mole on his forehead attracted more and more attention.

Lu Chuan lowered his eyelashes and thought about the messages he received on his phone two days ago——

[I just sent three kilograms of tea, please drink more.]

This news... is unfamiliar, but it also seems to be hidden. There is something vaguely...

What else to plant?

Lu Chuan thought to himself, it was just like the tone of his mother's words just now: Tea is good, you drink more.

He still remembered how he had to pull the person out of the car with difficulty, and now he recalled the girl's pale face and unexpectedly calm eyes, which still left a deep impression on him.

No matter how many...he couldn't remember them anymore.

He was so panicked at the time that he didn't just save this one, now even his appearance was blurred.

The car parked steadily in the underground garage. Lu Chuan opened the trunk and wanted to move the boxes, but Lu Jing shoved the bag in his hand: "Go, just carry the clothes. There are still scars on your body, don't

Do hard work."

As he said that, he directly picked up the foam box and walked to the elevator.

Lu Chuan bought this house with the money he earned from his first book. At that time, housing prices were not that scary. It was a 140-square-meter house with a terrace, located on the top floor of the 27th floor.

As the elevator moved forward, Lu Jing was still chattering:

"You have planted a lot of flowers on the terrace, and Mom doesn't know how to water them. I just follow your instructions and water whichever pot of soil becomes lighter. You can take a good rest when you come back, and take care of your flowers and plants.

"

The electronic door lock clicked, and the door opened, revealing an entrance garden of about six to seven square meters.

Although the place is well ventilated, it is on a shady side, and Lu Chuan planted some tropical green plants at random heights.

Because no one was taking care of it or adjusting its direction, a huge green leaf with a velvet texture stretched forward at this moment, so that Lu Jing had to move the box and turn her head sideways to avoid it.

"What kind of leaf is this? I want to ask every time I see it, but I forget - it looks like velvet?"

------Digression-----

About the fan title: The starting point rules are so complicated that I can’t understand them. I went through all the backend sections today and found that this is given based on the monthly ticket ranking and the glory of the work. For example, this month is based on the achievements of the previous month.

Then I will wait until next month to see if it will be given. If it is given, I will ask how to send it.

Regarding skin grafting, everything comes from Internet searches.

There will be more later.

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