So, Yan Rong put down his guard, walked to the bed, and asked in a relaxed tone, "Yun Yan, do you still recognize me?"
Yun Yan stared at him for a long time, imitating Yan Rong's expressions and movements, and then asked, "Yun Yan, do you still recognize me?"
His smooth forehead was covered with fine black lines, "Yunyan, now is not the time to joke. I am a miracle doctor treating you now. You must cooperate with me."
"Yunyan, now is not the time to joke. I am a miracle doctor who treats you. You must cooperate with me."
He imitated his winking expression, which was more expressive than the mirror, and Yan Rong wanted to slap him.[
Zhuye Tong heard the noise and walked in from the door. She saw Yun Yan, who had been lying in a daze for many days and had not woken up, sitting up. She couldn't help but feel a little happy, "You finally woke up."
Yun Yan turned his head and smiled with a broad smile, simple and direct, "You finally woke up."
"What's going on? Why is he learning from me?" Zhuye Tong asked Yan Rong in confusion, what's going on?
"What's going on? Why is he trying to imitate me?" Yun Yan was not idle either. He just followed what Zhuye Tong said, with a very puzzled expression on his face.
"Don't mention it, I guess I'm a little drunk after eating too much good food." He listened depressedly to the parrot in his ears and repeated the words intact. Yan Rong couldn't stand it any more, and pointed like a gust of wind, sending Yun Yan, who had just woken up, back.
Returning to the darkness and continuing to sleep, he depressedly began to take out the silver needle still hanging on his body, "Daughter-in-law, I don't think he is pretending. Yun Yan is essentially the same as Lao Qi. He doesn't like to talk nonsense.
I would never do such a strange behavior if I was conscious, so I'm in big trouble."
Yan Rong's face dropped. He just missed a few drops of golden beans. He originally wanted to wait until Yun Yan was revived, then kick him out of the Lu country to get rid of this big trouble. Who would have thought that things would turn out to be
With this look, "I hope it's not really a brain injury, but just a temporary mental disorder, and he will be able to return to normal when he wakes up."
He was not sure at all. After all, this was the first time he encountered such a situation. He put all the silver needles collected back into the cloth bag, and Yan Rong walked out of the door dejectedly, with his head hunched over.