The room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. The doctor wearing a mask withdrew and said, "The patient has been bandaged. Get some rest. It's okay."
Ye Ming was hit by a car and was fine. This man had strong bones and a long life.
He Bing looked at the man lying on the bed, "Can you find out why he had his leg amputated?"
Why did his legs disappear when they were still intact?
He was obviously fine three years ago.
After thinking about it, the doctor said, "The patient's amputated right leg should have suffered a gunshot wound, but... this gunshot wound is not enough for the patient to amputate. There should be other important reasons. You can ask the patient himself."
He Bing said nothing.
"The patient is allergic to the prosthetic limb, and will become red, swollen and inflamed when wearing the prosthetic limb. I heard that a kind of robot-like prosthetic limb has been developed abroad. This kind of prosthetic limb is very modern. After wearing it, people can move freely like ordinary people. I think
Miss, you can contact a doctor abroad."
As he spoke, the doctor looked at the prosthetic leg he picked up from the street and said, "This kind of prosthetic leg is made of inferior material. It's better to wear it less in the future."
He Bing nodded, "Okay, I understand, thank you doctor."
The doctor left.
He Bing walked to the bedside. Ye Ming was still unconscious. She stretched out her fingers and touched the stubble on his face. He was only a forty-year-old man. He was no longer young, but she didn't know if he grew the stubble on purpose.
Yes, he is now deep, silent and cold, with a stubble that is inexplicably sexy. A forty-year-old man of this level is really a fine product.
This is his face.
He Bing looked at him intently. She liked Xiao Cheng's face and his current face.
No matter how many faces he changed, she could still recognize him.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the maid said outside, "Miss, Mr. Zhao is here."
Zhao Lei is here.
He Bing took back his hand, "I know, I'll go down now."
He Bing walked out.
...
in the room.
Ye Ming slowly opened his eyes. Above his head was not the mottled roof in the mountains, but a champagne-colored bed curtain inlaid with gold threads. A bright crystal chandelier penetrated through the bed curtain, and the soft pillows of the warm bed were there.
Ye Ming moved, and with a "ding" sound, the wind chimes sounded cheerful laughter.
This is He Bing's room and He Bing's bed.
The girl's bed wasn't very large. His 1.9-meter-9 strong body lying on it had made a big dent in the bed. The key was that his feet were stretched out and there was no room.
He actually slept on her bed.
Ye Ming turned his eyes and his cold handsome face was pressed against the pillow. The pillow was soft and fragrant, with her fragrance remaining on it.
He rubbed it for a while, then sat up. His upper body was naked, tied with white gauze, and his black trousers were still underneath. The half-empty trouser leg had been cut off, making his amputation very abrupt.
He got out of bed and tried to find his prosthetic limb.
But he suddenly remembered that the prosthetic leg had been knocked away, and he wondered if she had picked it up for him.
His deep ink eyes glanced at the princess room, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see. He Bing was not there.
He came to the door, reached out and opened the door.
Soon, he found the person he was looking for.
But his broad and rough palms instantly tightened the doorknob, and his deep and sharp eyes fell on the restaurant. Two people were sitting on the rectangular luxurious dining table. He Bing and Zhao Lei sat face to face, a business CEO, and a young man.
Girl, the two of them sitting together are quite eye-catching.