The next day, it was half past six in the morning.
Bo Zhanye took the initiative to take Xiao Ziyu for a new round of treatment and examination.
This time, the toxins have clearly dissipated.
"With three more days of treatment, it is estimated that all of them will be eliminated." Xiao Ziyu looked at the test data and then at Bo Zhanye's handsome face:
"My complexion looks good and my recovery is speedy. I think the medical community should set up a spiritual team to use spirituality as a guide for medicine to defeat the disease."
Bo Zhanye understood the complaint in his words and raised the corner of his mouth: "It's not impossible. Just like treating depression, using drugs to stimulate nerve cells in the brain, expand happiness, and treat the disease is the same principle."
Xiao Ziyu: "..."
He just complained casually, but did he take it seriously?
No hope.
Bo Zhanye asked seriously for other details: "There is a big difference between the blood of Xiaoxi and Lanjiao? How effective is her blood in this treatment?"
Xiao Ziyu also looked very serious when talking about things:
"The difference is not big, but it is a subtle difference, just like the tears shed by an optimistic person and a sad person are different, and each person's physique is also different.
As for the therapeutic effect, medical drugs, your mental state, and blood, these three are probably equal.
You don’t have to worry too much about her blood being extraordinarily different and making it difficult to treat in the future.”
Bo Zhanye was really worried that Fu Xixi had a special health, and even Lan Jiao wouldn't be able to cure him if something happened in the future.
He breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Do you know anything about blood dependence?"
"Of course, I take medicine seriously." Xiao Ziyu said seriously and affectionately:
"Song Feier mixed at least five unknown drugs into the chemical poison gas. I don't know whether it is the original drug or a chemical reaction. There is an element with psychedelic and phagocytic properties, which is similar to love/drugs. It devours people's thoughts and causes
fantasy.
So when you inject a certain person's blood and fuse it together, it will produce an effect.
But don’t worry, wait until the toxin is completely eliminated before treating this."
Bo Zhanye frowned slightly, his eyes full of darkness and gloom.
By adding so many ingredients to the poison gas, do you want him to die faster?
He said: "It should be a chemical reaction, otherwise Song Feier would have no reason to make me hallucinate when she killed me. She just wanted me to die faster and more completely."
Xiao Zi and Mao GuRongran: "Hate arises out of love, and the hatred is overwhelming. This kind of woman is terrible. Fortunately, she is dead. If she is still alive... I can't even imagine..."
"Brother Ninth, you said you are too, why are you so unlucky? Do you always provoke so many crazy women?"
"You see, Brother Sheng and I have never met such a crazy woman."
This topic made Bo Zhanye's face darker and darker.
Indeed, because of him, Fu Xixi suffered too much along the way, and it was because he did not handle it cleanly enough.
In the future, we should find ways to avoid it and put an end to it completely.
He doesn't want any woman to hurt his wife and family.
"Brother Ye." At this time, Fu Xixi's pleasant voice sounded.
Xiao Ziyu looked at Fu Xixi: OK, here comes the dog food spreader.
Bo Zhanye did withdraw his thoughts immediately and turned to look at Fu Xixi.
She came in with a tray with several breakfasts in it. Although she recovered well and acted naturally, he still frowned immediately and walked over to catch it:
"How do you do this kind of work? Don't tire yourself."
Fu Xixi followed him, her delicate face full of expression: "I'm not tired, I don't feel tired at all."
She woke up early today. After seeing him in the medical room, she went downstairs to make breakfast with her parents.
He has taken care of her for more than half a year, and now, she wants to repay his meticulous love.
"Eat it quickly and see if it tastes good?"
"I'm worried that my cooking skills will deteriorate if I'm in coma for such a long time."
"No." After Bo Zhanye sat down, he picked up the spoon and took a sip.