Chapter 57: Good physical strength!



Chapter 57: Good physical strength!

This was the first time he encountered such an uncooperative patient!

Humph, you are just bullying him because he is too old. If you don't like to use it, you don't have to use it, but this girl is too much to mess with it again and again.

"Doctor, I..."

Xia Jing's foot is hurting terribly now. She doesn't know if it's because she was scared by Xia Liang. She even feels that her foot is useless.

"My foot really hurts. I promise I won't move around for a while. Can you help me heal it?"

Xia Jing also regretted it. If she became a cripple because of her willfulness, she might as well die.

It’s all Xia Liang’s fault. They are sisters, but she won’t help me work at the reservoir.

It's the village chief's fault, why didn't you tell her earlier that she couldn't be replaced? If she knew she couldn't be replaced, she would never have done such a rash thing.

Everyone in the village bullied her. Xia Jing, who had always been very successful in the village, felt so wronged for the first time.

"It's no use crying. I really can't help you. Your leg is... badly dislocated. Why don't you go to the hospital?"

The old doctor sighed, and finally reminded:

"Oh, by the way, it's better to get treatment as soon as possible. If it takes too long, I'm worried that I'll become disabled."

"Ah, it would be a pity if a little kid like this became a cripple."

Xia Jing's expression changed. Zhou Hao didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

"Brother Hao, I don't want to become a cripple!"

Thinking of Liu Guizi's appearance, the chance of people turning their heads back when he walks on the street is absolutely 100%.

She doesn't want to be so unique. Besides, if she really becomes a cripple, will Brother Hao still marry her?

Xia Jing was really scared this time. At the critical moment, Zhou Hao was still a man for once:

"Come on, I'll take you to town."

There is a clinic in the town. The doctors there are much more professional than those in the village. They must have a solution.

But going to the health hospital costs money. Zhou Hao frowned, feeling a little unwilling. He didn't want to spend it.

He carried Xia Jing and ran to the village chief's house. At this time, the village chief had not finished his meal yet. As soon as he entered the gate, he smelled the aroma of meat!

The conditions of this village chief's family are too good. Xia Liang is such a jerk that he didn't even leave any delicious food for him.

Zhou Hao rushed in carrying the person. Yang Xiaohong saw that they had returned and stood up with an unhappy look on her face:

"Xia Jing, I think I told you before, don't hang around me unless you have something to do, otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

You really have a short memory.

"I……"

Xia Jing felt wronged and wanted to cry again, and Yang Xiaohong was annoyed:

"I'm not a man. Who are you showing off to? I haven't touched you yet. If you want to act like a spoiled brat, wait until I touch you!"

"Yang Xiaohong, her feet hurt, and the doctor couldn't help. He said he had to go to the town to check it out."

Zhou Hao's forehead was throbbing with veins. He had not expected that Xia Jing and Yang Xiaohong's relationship was so strained. This was the village chief's daughter. Was there something wrong with Xia Jing's brain? Why didn't she have a good relationship with her? He would definitely regret marrying this woman.

"Foot pain?"

Yang Xiaohong looked at Xia Jing's ankle, and Xia Liang also looked over. In fact, this is very normal. It would be strange if it didn't hurt.

This was Xia Jing's own fault. However, the old doctor couldn't cure her current condition, but she could.

However, Xia Jing framed herself again and again, so how could she help her?

Xia Liang continued to eat quietly. Xia Jing watched Xia Liang eat with a slightly gloomy look in her eyes. Potatoes stewed with big bones and steamed buns made of mixed grains were completely different from the cornmeal porridge she ate. The difference was really too great.

Xia Jing was jealous and her feet were still hurting.

"elder sister……"

She spoke with a wronged tone, and her stomach started growling with hunger again.

She discovered a problem: she had never had a full meal since Xia Liang left the educated youth compound.

Not to mention being fully full, I wasn't even half full.

"Zhou Hao, if you need to go to the town, just go. What are you doing here?"

"It's too far from here to town. I want to borrow your bicycle."

He looked at Wang Bin and Ning Zhiyuan. He had seen Wang Bin before, but he had never seen Ning Zhiyuan so close.

The man's aura was so cold that he didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

"Borrow a car?"

Wang Bin looked at Zhou Hao. If it was a normal time, he would have agreed directly. When they went to see a doctor, their car would be idle at home.

Can……

He glanced at Ning Zhiyuan, and thinking of the entanglement between Xia Liang and Xia Jing, he decided to remain mute for the time being.

"When there were no bicycles in the village, we couldn't go to town to see a doctor if we were sick?"

Before Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth, Yang Xiaohong sneered:

"If you can't go, just wait at home!"

She also looked at Xia Jing and sneered:

"It still doesn't hurt. If it really hurt, I could crawl to the town."

Xia Liang suddenly wanted to laugh. It was so satisfying when Yang Xiaohong was scaring people.

"Ahem, ahem, Xiaohong, what are you talking about?"

The village chief coughed and scolded unhappily.

Yang Xiaohong curled her lips, gave Xia Jing a blank look, and finally calmed down.

"This bike doesn't belong to Murakami, so my opinion doesn't count."

He looked at Ning Zhiyuan, which meant that Ning Zhiyuan was the owner of the car.

"No."

Ning Zhiyuan didn't want to say more, but just raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Ah, I... I went to town with Jingjing to see a doctor."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear what Brother Yuan said? If he says he won't lend it to you, then he won't lend it to you. You'd better leave now."

Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Hao. What he wanted to say was, is this guy a fool? There is an expert in bone setting here, why do you have to run to the town?

"you……"

Zhou Hao was unhappy, and looked at Wang Bin with a bit more reproach in his eyes:

"Wang Bin, aren't you a soldier of the people? How could you stand by and watch someone die without helping?"

"Is she dying? If she is, I will definitely lend it to you."

Zhou Hao was choked and could hardly speak.

"Well, you better go quickly. This bike belongs to the owner, and Murakami has no say in it."

The village chief doesn't like these two people either because they are too troublesome.

"Hey, Zhou Hao, why aren't you leaving yet?"

Seeing that the two were not leaving yet, Yang Xiaohong wanted to find a broomstick to chase them away.

"I...Uncle Yang, do you have any money? I don't have any money at the moment. It costs money to go to the town to see a doctor, right?"

Zhou Hao blushed a little, but he didn't want to pay for it himself.

"Sister, you took my thirty yuan last time, can you give me some so I can see the doctor first?"

Xia Jing thought of the thirty yuan that was robbed from her and spoke pitifully.

Xia Liang: She was just eating and didn't say anything, so why did she get shot?

"Any evidence?"

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows, his expression indifferent, but he kindly reminded her: "If you want to go to the town to see your leg, you'd better go as soon as possible, otherwise, there will be no one in the health center."

At this time, the health center is on duty 24 hours a day and is closed at night.

"elder sister……"

Xia Jing still wants to pretend to be pitiful, oh no, she is really pitiful now.

However, Zhou Hao realized that these people didn't like him, so he picked up Xia Jing and turned around and left.

The door was closed with a bang, and the sound was quite loud.

Yang Xiaohong took a sip of soup, whispered into Xia Liang's ear:

"Sister Xia Liang, Zhou Hao looks weak, but he actually has quite good physical strength..."


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