My head is about to explode.
Yan Yang's head was wrapped in gauze, which was extremely tight, and he could still feel the pain after the anesthesia wore off.
It's worse than death!
Why did he ride in that car? And he even tried to look cool by not wearing a seatbelt!
Yan Yang's face was contorted in pain as he yelled fiercely at the nurse receiving an IV drip, "Hey, it hurts so much! Can you give me a sedative? I want to sleep!"
"No, the head nurse said we can't use it; it will cause antibodies, and using too much is bad."
The young nurse was rather delicate; she picked up the medicine tray, turned around, and left.
"Hello!"
Yan Yang watched helplessly as they left. Now he couldn't even speak loudly, or he'd get his head pulled.
With his hands also sticking out, Yan Yang felt that he might have messed up a bunch of unlucky people this year, otherwise why would he be so unlucky?
He slept very restlessly at night, the wound on his head causing him to howl in pain.
When Dou Shiliu came to check on the patients, he heard soft sobbing.
I glanced at the ward number and realized it belonged to the cannon fodder boss.
"Why is someone crying?" Dou Shiliu pushed open the door and entered.
The sounds from the bed stopped abruptly, replaced by rustling noises.
A head popped out, its alluring eyes still slightly red.
"What's wrong?"
Dou Shiliu put down the medical record in his hand, frowned and walked over, noticing that his nose was also red.
I can't believe that Yan Yang, who has such a bad temper, would cry like this.
Dou Shiliu was slightly surprised, but her expression remained calm and showed no change.
Her question was just a doctor's ordinary question, but to Yan Yang, who was very concerned about his image, it was a huge embarrassment!
"You...how dare you come in without knocking!"
Yan Yang was truly enraged and suddenly roared out, only to feel a slight chill in his head.
A sharp pain shot through his head, immediately stimulating his tear ducts, and tears streamed down his face.
"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."
Dou Shiliu wanted to laugh but didn't dare. While suppressing her laughter, she looked at Yan Yang, wanting to touch his head but afraid of the pain. She smacked her lips and looked aggrieved.
Dou Shiliu coughed once: "Ahem, let me see."
Yan Yang lowered her head, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls, dripping onto the bedsheets.
A few drops of water appeared.
Dou Shiliu smiled, raised his hand to massage his head acupoint, and then released some spiritual energy into him through the gauze.
The gentle light seeped into the gauze like fine raindrops.
Yan Yang's tears fell in and out, but after feeling the woman's gentle rubbing, he found that it didn't hurt as much.
Her eyes were lowered and tears hung down her eyelashes. When Yan Yang saw this, he raised his hand and rubbed them.
He sniffed, his face looking rather unpleasant.
Damn it, why does he cry like a pretty girl in front of women?
She raised her head, trying to look fierce: "Don't think that just because you rubbed my skin, I'll forgive you for barging into my room without knocking!"
A tear clung to the tip of the boy's eyelashes, threatening to fall, and his bright eyes were still a little moist. He was trying his best to act like a fierce lion.
Absolutely adorable...
Dou Shiliu narrowed her beautiful eyes. The cannon fodder's current appearance made her want to bully him...
Silently repeat to yourself, he is a patient, he is a patient.
Suppressing the urge to ask him questions, Dou Shiliu turned around, picked up his medical record, and said indifferently, "Speak less."
Otherwise it will hurt again in a little while.
Yan Yang: "!"
What kind of attitude is this woman having!
Yan Yang frowned as he watched the woman leave with an air of nonchalance.
"Hmph, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're good-looking."
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