"Try lifting your foot and see how it feels."
In the ward, Dr. Li looked at Ling Xiao with satisfaction as he slowly stood up.
Ling Xiao gently pushed away Meng Qidi's supporting hand, and did not dare to use force on his injured leg, trying to slowly lift his foot...
The right leg was slowly raised five centimeters, paused for a moment, and then gently lowered.
Meng Qidi looked at him nervously, "What then? Do you want to take a few steps?"
Ling Xiao drank all the lotion in the water bottle, so he should be able to walk again, right? Could it be that nerves are more difficult to repair?
Or did she think too highly of the lotion?
"Why rush? Being able to lift your leg is already a big improvement. It takes a hundred days for other people to heal their broken bones."
Doctor Li asked Ling Xiao to sit down. "Don't use too much force on your feet. However, this is a blessing in disguise. Your leg injury hasn't healed completely yet, but your old injury is almost healed."
"What old injury?" Meng Qidi asked suspiciously. She seemed to understand why Ling Xiao's leg healed so slowly...
Maybe Ling Xiao had too many other injuries?
"It's okay, it's just an injury left over from training missions." Ling Xiao chuckled and said nonchalantly.
Doctor Li said unhappily, "It's all right. I guess this girl didn't see the wound on your back? And your calf..."
"Mr. Li, is there anything else I should pay attention to regarding my leg? When can I be discharged from the hospital?" Ling Xiao interrupted his chattering.
"Just don't push too hard. It will probably take a month for him to be discharged from the hospital. Oh, right, Xiaoqi, right? You should make more bone soup for him. There's no place to cook it. Go to the cafeteria and borrow the stove."
Meng Qidi nodded quickly, "We have a place to cook."
Yesterday afternoon, she and Shen Xing went to the military family building and were familiar with the way.
As soon as Dr. Li left, Meng Qidi picked up the kettle to get some water and called the old lady to tell her the good news.
Seeing that Meng Qidi didn't ask about his injuries, Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling vaguely disappointed in his heart.
Since the doctor said that bone soup could be made, Meng Qidi naturally went to make it immediately. She wanted Ling Xiao's legs to get better more than anyone else, so that she wouldn't have to worry about whether he would be killed like in his previous life.
After running around the hospital’s family building for a few days, Meng Qidi was so familiar with the route that she could even take a shortcut.
But she hasn't found the entrance to the black market yet.
With a sigh, Meng Qidi turned and took a shortcut into a small alley. There are many alleys of various sizes in Beijing. If you go in from one end and come out from the other end, you may be in some other place.
When I was walking before, I only met people occasionally, but today I met several groups of people. Most of them were in a hurry and walked past me with things in their hands.
Meng Qidi quickened her pace with some suspicion. When she was about to turn the corner, she saw two more people walking to the side, talking and laughing.
Meng Qidi paused. She was walking in the opposite direction when she returned to the hospital. There seemed to be a wall here before...
She didn't know why, but she subconsciously raised her foot and followed.
Although it was a sunny day, the light dimmed as we walked deeper into the alley, and it became gradually chilly.
Meng Qidi frowned slightly, as if she was going downstairs?
Just as this thought came to her mind, the noise slowly reached her ears. She opened her mouth in surprise. This, this is...
She took a deep breath and turned to look behind her, but seeing no one was there, she quickly reached into the bag carrying her lunch box.
She quickly put away the lunch box, covered it with the bag, and quickly took out a silk scarf and a large shawl.
She tied the silk scarf on her head to make it a headscarf, draped the scarf over her shoulders to make it a shawl, and then she took out a pair of glasses and put them on to cover her clear eyes.
After changing her clothes, she walked in quickly. From the sound she heard just now, she vaguely guessed that this place might be a secret gathering point, which was the black market she was looking for.
Sure enough, after turning a corner, the view suddenly became clear. This was an underground trading market with people coming and going in an endless stream.
Unlike the dimness in the alleys, each stall has a light in front of it, either a kerosene lamp, a candle, or a flashlight...
There are all kinds of things for sale, books, clothes, shoes, calligraphy and paintings, vases, and even chairs...
Meng Qidi couldn't help but lift her feet and look at them one by one. Although she was trapped for decades in her previous life and didn't know much, it didn't mean that she didn't know the value of things. These were probably not ordinary items.
Especially since she had also been moisturized by lotion, she had a pair of sharp eyes. Even though the calligraphy and painting in front of her looked old, she could tell there was a faint aura in it. It was probably the work of a master from some period.
If she wasn't short of money, she would have loved to buy one for her collection.
Without forgetting her own business, Meng Qidi reluctantly withdrew her gaze and quickly went to look for the stall selling gold, silver, calligraphy and paintings.
In addition to gold and silver, there are other items in the space, such as diamonds and jewelry. However, these are not piled up together with those items.
Instead, it was placed in a box on the other side of Yuquan. I'm afraid it didn't belong to Meng Yuzhen, but it should be somewhere in the space.
Of course, what she wanted to sell this time was Meng Yuzhen’s gold and silver.
Perhaps it was bought decades later, Meng Yuzhen's gold is obviously of much better quality than that sold by many stall owners, and the craftsmanship is comparable.
Of course, the best quality is the gold in the treasure chest, it is simply dazzling...
After visiting dozens of stalls, Meng Qidi probably had an idea in her mind. Even if she sold all of Meng Yuzhen's items, she probably wouldn't be able to get much money.
Gold and silver are really worthless these days. Instead of selling pure gold and silver, she might as well sell those gold jewelry styles.
After all, it is a work of later generations. Not to mention the exquisite purity and refinement, the style is also novel.
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