Huang Youwei opened his eyes, looking a little confused.
"Mom, is my leg okay?"
All he kept thinking about was his legs. His mother said that he would be fine after a good sleep.
Now he wakes up. Is his leg healed?
"Mom, why can't I feel anything below my waist?"
Old Mrs. Huang said comfortingly, "Because the anesthetic the young doctor used on you hasn't worn off yet."
Huang Youwei lay on the bed, hope still in his eyes, "Mom, when my legs are healed, I will take the imperial examination and let you become an official, old lady."
When she heard the words "Old Madam Guan", a look of contempt appeared in Old Mrs. Huang's eyes.
Then came anger.
In her previous life, she was harmed by these few words.
Otherwise, if she fled with the villagers, he would not be able to find her.
Hearing these words now only makes her feel angry and ashamed!
But she just smiled and said, "You should take good care of your injuries. When you are better, we can talk about this later."
She knew that he probably would never have a chance in his life.
Old Mrs. Huang and Huang Jingjing have been staying with the young doctor to take care of Huang Youwei.
I have to say that the care they provide is much more reliable than that provided by Huang Erniu and Tao Chunying.
ă±—Under their care, Huang Youwei at least did not go hungry and his body was clean.
The next morning, Huang Youwei was awakened by the pain.
He felt a piercing pain in his legs.
"Mom, my legs hurt."
He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare.
He was afraid that touching her would hurt more.
Old Lady Huang grabbed his hand and said, "Old Third, please don't scratch it. You're just growing some flesh."
But it really hurt so much that he cried and said, "Mom, it really hurts, please give me some comfort."
When he was a child, whenever he was injured, his mother would comfort him and the pain would go away.
He is in excruciating pain now, and his only consolation is that he wants Old Lady Huang to caress his wounds like she did when he was a child.
But this time, Old Mrs. Huang refused.
"Third brother, your wound has been bandaged. I dare not move."
Huang Youwei started crying because of the pain, but Old Lady Huang just sat beside the bed and comforted him.
It would be better to say that I was just laughing at him rather than comforting him.
Huang Jingjing said, "Uncle San, the doctor said the pain may last for a few days. Wait for him to come and check. If it's not painful, you can go back and stay here first."
Huang Youwei nodded. Now he no longer had any ideas, just like fish on a chopping board.
He just did whatever Old Lady Huang arranged for him to do and had no objections at all.
Because no matter how she arranged it, it was better than what he thought.
Soon, the young doctor came over, examined his wound and changed the dressing.
"The wound is no longer serious. As long as you don't have a fever for a day, you can go back home the next day."
As he spoke, he reached out, untied the cloth on the wound, and began to change the bandage for Huang Youwei.
Huang Youwei didn't dare to look, but his face became very ugly.
He almost cried and said, "Mom, why do I feel like my legs are gone?"
Old Lady Huang nodded and pretended to be very sad. "Old Third, your legs are rotten and must be cut off, otherwise it will affect your life."
Huang Youwei was struck by lightning.
His whole body began to tremble, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.
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