Chapter 786: Self-mutilation (2/2)
”So now, is she really crippled?” Yan Huan didn't have much interest in other people's things, but she wanted to know where the woman could be.
”No disability,” He Yibin hung needles for Yan Huan, ”It's not so easy to disability, but when you are old, it is very easy to disability, now you are young, you can't see it, but what do you do to your body, your What will the body reward you?”
”In this respect, your efforts and returns are directly proportional.”
Yan Huan pulled herself on the quilt and looked up at the front. The bottle of potion, which was dripping down, two or two drops, all flowed down the back of her hand into her blood vessel.
”The fever is too high, it's almost 38.5, I will give some fever-reducing needles first,” He Yibin walked over again, pulled Yan Huan's finger and pricked some blood, and also drawn some blood.
He wanted to send the blood to be tested to see if there was anything wrong. Although he said that he was basically sure to have a fever caused by a cold, he still had to be careful.
”Good...” Yan Huan felt a little sleepy, and his fingers gradually relaxed, maybe not so uncomfortable.
When He Yibin came back again, he saw two people sitting in his office, and her eyes fell on the closed door involuntarily, and then pulled over the chair and sat down.
”Removed?” He asked Landing Yi, but his eyes looked at Sun Yuhan's legs.
”You don't need a wheelchair anymore, you better try walking by yourself.”
”I'm afraid of pain,” Sun Yuhan shrank.
”Does it hurt?” He Yibin raised an eyebrow. ”Miss Sun, your bones are all grown and not so fragile, and you still need to do a series of recovery training. If you want to be a wheelchair for a lifetime, please help yourself.” ”
Well, he collected his things and didn’t want to keep people. If it’s okay, you can go. I will have other patients in a while.
Lu Yi came over and pushed up the wheelchair, but somehow, he glanced into the door. He wanted to know why He Yibin would look there and worry about it. Is at ease.
He wanted to know, but now it seemed not when he could know that he had to send Sun Yuhan home.
Sun Yuhan was still reluctant to go by himself, and he had to sit in a wheelchair.
When they left, He Yibin opened the door, and saw Yan Huan sitting on the small bed, staring blankly at the front, more than he knew what he was thinking?
”What are you going to do later?” He sat in front of Yan Huan and asked her tentatively.
”Do you want to live like this?”
”I don't know yet,” Yan Huan recovered, and gently moved her finger, while her finger was slightly cold.