Yuan Qingling had no choice but to persuade him, "If we stay here for another two days, we will have to draw blood for another test. Besides, you had a bone marrow draw before and the wound still hurts, right?"
"The pain has stopped a long time ago. I can't even feel it when I touch it." Yu Wenhao rolled up his shirt to show her. There was still medical tape on the wound. When Yuan Qingling wiped his body, he tried not to get wet.
"I'll paint your wound." Yuan Qing said.
Reaching out to tear open the tape, Yuan Qingling couldn't help but be slightly startled. The wound only had a faint red mark. It healed so quickly? When the tape was changed yesterday, there was still a little blood.
"Is it ready so soon?" Xu Yi came over and took a look, also a little surprised.
After removing the bone and breaking it into pieces, I said the wound hurt. He had seen it and saw a small hole, which was quite scary.
"Well, I'm much better. I feel more energetic than before after being sick this time. Xu Yi, look at the few white hairs on my temples. Are they gone?" Yu Wenhao leaned his head over to let Xu Yi take a look.
Xu Yi looked at his hair carefully, then at his face, and said: "Not only are the white hair gone, but also the lines at the corners of his eyes are gone. Eh, that's not right. Master, why does Wei Chen think you are younger?" What? My dear, do you think so?"
After hearing Xu Yi's words, Yuan Qingling was slightly startled. She looked at Lao Wu carefully and found that her skin was much fairer, but this may be related to the fact that she had not seen the sun since the illness. As for the few white hairs, they could also be pulled out.
However, the one or two fine lines at the corners of my eyes are really gone, and the condition and tightness of the entire skin are much better than before.
No matter how old he was, he was still in his thirties, but now, he looks like he did when he first met him, a handsome man with clear features and sword-shaped eyebrows.
Yu Wenhao took a look in the mirror and felt a little confused. He pulled Yuan Qingling over and secretly lowered his voice and asked, "Did you get me a face lift like Mr. Hui Zong did?"
"How could it be?" Yuan Qingling restrained her mind and was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. Why was she thinking that way?
"But when I look at it myself, I do feel a little younger. It's like you had the surgery at that time. Could it be that treatment here will make people younger?" Yu Wenhao asked doubtfully.
Xu Dun was envious for a moment, "It would be better if I got sick."
"Don't talk nonsense, you won't be young if you get sick." Yuan Qingling scolded.
"But I look much younger." The more Xu Yi looked at it, the more he felt that his face was good-looking. It was just like before. He was still as handsome as before.
"Why aren't you happy that I look younger?" Yu Wenhao looked at Yuan Qingling, her brows were furrowed, as if she was unhappy.
Yuan Qingling forced a smile, "No, of course I am happy. I was just thinking about the research. After all, we will go back soon. I still have to contact the research team about the research. You guys chat first. I'll go out to find Yang Ruhai."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Yu Wenhao and Xu Yi got together and stared at the person in the mirror. Their heads were too close. Yu Wenhao gave him a slap, "You can't look directly at my face? What kind of mirror are you looking at?"
"It looks better in the mirror." Xu Yi was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"How about I give you a face-lift?" Yu Wenhao still felt that he was had a face-lift when he was so sick and groggy. Mr. Hui Zong's face looked like that. He looked so young, but there was no such thing as a face-lift. , it hurts your self-esteem a bit. Does Lao Yuan dislike him for being old?