But I occasionally heard people mention that even in the hospital, there are strict rules for receiving surgical kits, very strict. Who knows, I am too lazy to care about him.
Yin Yijie disappeared. Just when I thought I could have some peace and quiet for a while, a pink short coat hung above my head.
I don’t know which brand is the classic model or the latest model, and I don’t know what kind of hair it is. Anyway, it is very red and looks good. I found that our family should have a revolution today, because just now I saw some iron red clothes that are comfortable and wearable.
Since the little nurse was frightened by Yin Yijie last time, she tries to stay away every time she sees her. She just gave me the medicine. When she saw the clothes handed over, she still stood aside. What was she pretending to do? Pretend to hold a syringe.
go.
"Can I skip the injection?" I don't think it's necessary, why should I suffer? [
"Obey." Yin Yijie put his coat on me. He didn't know whether he wanted me to obey him or the nurse.
"Mr. Yin, it's fine without the injection, so don't bother me." The doctor had a very humanitarian spirit and helped me protest.
"There's no stab wound, right? How long will it take for it to heal?" Yin Yijie held my hand and looked left and right, just like a dog looking at the stars.
To be honest, my right hand has a few small cuts made by the sharp points of the lamp. I haven’t peeled apples or cut vegetables yet and made big cuts. Now I’ll wipe them clean with alcohol and apply some more.
Iodine, I think it is very good.
As for the arm, it's a little more serious. But the doctor's scalpel is very powerful, and his amateur massage techniques are also very good. After rubbing it for a while, as the smell of safflower oil in the air became stronger and stronger, the bruises became much lighter.
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However, no matter how I expressed it, it was okay, but Yin Yijie just wouldn't let it go.
For example, he didn’t tell me when he called the doctor. Also
"Doctor, how long will it take for this bruise to heal? Ke'er still has to do her homework. Sometimes she has time to cook." Yin Yijie's slender fingers gently brushed my arm, as softly as the wind blowing feathers.
However, the numbness is unbearable and even worse than the wound healing.
I couldn't help but shuddered and moved my arms, hoping that at least there were outsiders around, so that Yin Yijie, the ancestor, could calm down a little, otherwise I would be in trouble. Please mark www when reprinting.