"Yin Yijie, wake me up! You are sick! You can do anything, is it so fatal?"
I don't know whether to be angry or cry. The world should be circling according to your intentions. Others are decorations. If you want to put windowsills, put windowsills. If you like to put a museum shelf, put a museum shelf. If you want to move the desk another day, just think about it.
Something about.
"What's wrong?" A mess of footsteps suddenly came, and it was so lively.
I hugged Yin Yijie and could only say, "I'm dizzy."
This question is so bloody. They look at me strangely, and I also find it strange.
It's been all day long, why do you feel dizzy? Is it so bad?
I haven’t knelt on the washboard before, but I don’t know that for twenty-four hours, who told him to move around? This is really deadly!
Doctor Bai squeezed in, looked at Yin Yijie's situation, suppressed his excitement and took Yin Yijie over and asked:
"Who told him to move? I didn't put a plyboard on him for his convenience.
Lao Liu, come and help him, put him flat and remove the pillow."
No one let him move me become a sinner again, and everyone despises me; I quickly let the side be honest and let them work.
Yuhubing also came to help, ignored me and asked directly: "Can you do it Baishao? Do you want someone to help?"