498. Chapter 498 There is a child prodigy at home 08
Deng Liang saw him nearby and walked up to the old Chinese doctor and said, "Doctor Li, please take a rest first."
The old doctor Li wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded, and silently exited the guest room.
After the door was closed, Deng Liang said: "Young Master Yan, you have to be more patient. Rehabilitation physical therapy cannot be done in two or three days. It must be persisted for a long time to be effective."
"It's not been two or three days now, it's been a week, and I can't feel my damn feet at all." Yan Mubei was so angry that he wanted to kick someone.
But he couldn't kick him.
I saw scars of similar size on the calves of both of his legs.
When he crashed into the foot of the mountain half a year ago, his upper body was blocked by the air bag and he did not suffer any damage. However, his calf was dug into his flesh by the guardrail that pierced the car body.
It was this fatal injury that left him in a coma for three days and three nights. Later, he fell into dangerous periods several times, but with his tenacious life, he finally survived.
It’s just that these feet and the wheelchair have become good friends from now on, and they are inseparable.
If Lin Qianqian hadn't fallen in love with him again, he thought he would be useless for the rest of his life, and no one would care anyway.
But now that she is back, she is staying by his side. Such a beautiful person, he wants to pick her up and spin around in circles cheering.
But, he couldn't do it.
Deng Liang persuaded him earnestly: "Master Yan, you have missed the best recovery period for half a year. Now that your muscles and bones have completely healed, if you want to stand up again, you have to work harder than before."
"I know, I know, don't keep nagging these words in front of me." Yan Mubei picked up the vase next to him and threw it against the door.
Just at this time, the door was pushed open, and the vase that had been thrown on the door panel flew towards the visitor with a whoosh.
Lin Qianqian's eyes were quick and she quickly moved to the side, but she was still a little late.
"Ah..." She stroked her temple where the vase had rubbed her, and slowly squatted down in pain.
The vases scattered on the ground behind her.
"Qianqian." Yan Mubei was shocked and cursed himself to death, wishing that it was his own hands that were destroyed.
He pushed the wheelchair forward, stretched out his hand to lift the man squatting on the ground, and said distressed and anxiously: "Let me see, let me see."
Lin Qianqian pressed her temple to ease the pain, then gently rubbed the wound.
Her beautiful, crystal clear eyes were red, and she stared at him with a flat mouth: "Why are you so crazy?"
"I'm sorry..." At this moment, he still had no trace of his previous anger, so he pulled her into his lap and sat down.
Carefully, he pulled away her little hand and looked at her cheek.
It turned red, leaving red marks on the fragile and delicate skin.
Feeling distressed, he came forward and blew gently, rubbing her again and again: "You know I have a bad temper. Remember to knock on the door before you come in next time."
"I knocked, but you didn't hear." She heard him throwing things, so she came in to persuade him.
Seeing the timid and frightened look on the old Chinese medicine doctor's face, she knew that he was cursing again.
"I'm sorry." He really hated himself, why he couldn't change his temper.
"Well, I forgive you." She looked at him, then looked at Deng Liang and said, "Go and do your work. Leave the rest of the time to me."
Deng Liang nodded: "Yes, Miss Lin."
After Deng Liang left, Lin Qianqian looked at Yan Mubei and persuaded him: "I know you are anxious to get better, but you can't be in a hurry."