"Take Mr. Huo to see a regular doctor later for another check-up. It would be best if he keeps getting injections for a few more days," Liu Jing instructed Old Wu. Although the two needles had been pulled out and had not damaged Mr. Huo's brain, it was a foreign body that had been removed, and bleeding had occurred, so it would be best if he kept getting anti-inflammatory injections for a few days.
Old Wu agreed and pressed his hands even tighter.
"You don't have to press so hard."
Liu Jing was worried. He pressed Mr. Huo's head against the door and said, "It's just two small pinholes. The bleeding will stop in no time."
Only then did Old Wu loosen his grip a little. He was unconvinced and secretly took off the gauze to take a look, thinking that there would be a river of blood. However, there was not much blood on the gauze, just a little bit at most, and even looking at it, you couldn't see much.
As for the needle-tip-sized wound that Liu Liang mentioned, it cannot be found now.
"Has this stopped the bleeding?"
Old Wu couldn't help but touch it for a long time again, and the bleeding really stopped.
But he was still worried and wanted to press the gauze here.
"You're ripping my scalp off."
Old Huo had been putting up with him for a long time. It was just two needle holes, so you could just press them. Why did you pull out his hair? He only had so few hairs, and he would feel sad if a single one was missing, let alone a bunch. If hair didn't grow in that area in the future, who would he turn to?
Old Wu quickly let go of his hand and stood there as obediently as a baby.
Only then did Mr. Huo see the two rusty needles in the tray. Even if they were rusty, he could still recognize them as the needles that had stuck into him when he was in his twenties.
He was also the culprit who had tortured him for decades.
He was finally free of them.
He took it and threw it away, took a deep breath, and never wanted to see them again in his life.
His mind was now unusually relaxed. He even stood up and walked a few steps. There was nothing wrong with him. Not only was his mind relaxed, but his whole body was relaxed as well.
"Thanks."
Mr. Huo didn't know how to thank Liu Jing. She not only saved his life, but also saved the Huo family's life.
He would not be willing to die if none of his children or grandchildren could live up to his expectations. But now he feels that he can still live a few more years, which is enough time to find a good way out for the Huo family and ensure its long-term survival.
"You saved us too," Liu Liang waved her hand indifferently, so we were even.
"I'm going back to rest."
After putting in so much effort, Liu Jing was exhausted. She went back to rest and replenish her energy. The best way to replenish energy was to sleep and eat.
She's not hungry now, so just go to sleep.
"Uncle Wu..."
Liu Liang waved to Old Wu.
Old Wu quickly stood up straight, also smiling, "Miss Liu, what do you want?"
"Remember to have hot pot at noon."
Liu Liang did not forget to remind Lao Wu not to forget her hot pot, and she wanted the traditional hot pot.
"Don't worry, I won't forget."
Old Wu also raised his hand and made an OK gesture. This is an action that Liu Liang often does. Old Wu has learned it now. Even though he is old, he has become fashionable.
Liu Jing was about to go back, but she found that Zeng Xubai was still standing there.
"Brother Zeng, aren't you going back?"
Liu Liang asked Zeng Xubai curiously, "Is everything fine here?"
"You go back first."
Zeng Xubai touched the top of Liu Liang's head and said, "I still have something to say to Mr. Huo."
"Oh well."
Liu Liang yawned. She was so sleepy that she wanted to go back to sleep. As for the rest, she would talk about it after she woke up.
After Liu Liang left, Mr. Huo gestured to the seat on the side.
"Please sit down first."
"Thank you, Mr. Huo."
Zeng Xubai sat down. He would not delay Mr. Huo for too long as Mr. Huo might need to undergo some examinations later.
"If anyone asks about Mr. Huo's illness, I hope he can keep it confidential and not tell anyone else."
Liu Jing is still young and has a bad temper. She has not grown up to the point where she can stand on her own. He is afraid that if others know that she has this strange ability, it will be disadvantageous to her.
"Don't worry," Mr. Huo said this with great force, "I will not tell anyone about this, as long as my Huo family has a hundred years of reputation."
"Me too!"
Old Wu quickly raised his hand and said, "I swear on my master's life that I won't tell anyone."
Mr. Huo: "..."
Can you please not mention him?
"That's it," Zeng Xubai stood up and bowed to Mr. Huo, "Thank you for your understanding."
Mr. Huo quickly helped him up and patted his shoulder. "It's not you who should thank me, but I who should thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here now. I might have been buried long ago."
“It was burned to ashes.”
Old Wu reminded Mr. Huo.
Mr. Huo glared at him fiercely.
Old Wu shrank his neck.
"You said so yourself."
"When I die, bury me, don't burn me!"
Old Huo gritted his teeth and said hatefully.
"It's not burning anymore?"
Old Wu took note, but he couldn't help but ask again, "Are you really not going to burn it? I've prepared the firewood and even made a container for your ashes out of fine jade."
"Wu Yong!"
Old Huo picked up his crutch and hit Old Wu.
Then, all the people in the Huo family looked at each other with their jaws dropped. In the yard, the old man of the family, who was already very sick, was running after their stern uncle Wu with a cane.
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