PFC Chapter 873 Treating Zheng Zhihua
Chapter 873 Treating Zheng Zhihua
Zheng Zhihua lay in the bathtub, thinking about what happened today. He thought about how desperate he was when the old doctor announced that he was beyond saving and asked him to notify his family to see him for the last time.
I should have had a bright future, and I often went to my boss's house to eat and drink during this period. I felt that after eating the boss's food and drinking the boss's water, my legs, which were originally weak, became able to use a little strength.
Sometimes I can walk a few steps without a cane, which gives me great confidence. I think that maybe after another year or two, and after going to my boss's house a few more times, I can completely throw away the cane.
But life is a cruel thing. Just when his career was about to take off, he encountered a misfortune. He was able to save Daolang and was hit by a car himself. He had no regrets. Daolang was only seventeen years old, and he was already twenty-one.
Daolang saw that he was always being called "Big Brother". At that time, his chest felt really uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, when Daolang called the boss over, he drank a few sips of the water he had drunk at the boss's house. The burning pain in his chest slowly disappeared like ice cubes under the warm sun. He didn't expect that the water he usually drank could have such a great effect.
Although I still feel a little uncomfortable in my chest, it is bearable now!
He didn't know why the boss insisted that he take a bath, but he just had to do what the boss said unconditionally. The boss would definitely not harm him.
Daolang walked in and asked, "Brother Hua, is the water still hot? Do you want some more hot water?"
Zheng Zhihua said, "The water is still hot, let's talk about it later." He took a bath for an hour. After he finished taking a bath, he felt that the pain in his chest was much relieved.
After a bath, Zheng Zhihua lay in bed, a cup of hot water on the bedside table emitting wisps of smoke. He drank the water, took two anti-inflammatory pills given by his boss, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.
What he didn't know was that a thought went into his chest through his nostrils.
Li Moer controlled her thoughts and entered Zheng Zhihua's chest cavity through his nostrils. She first checked the heart and found nothing abnormal. Then she went to the lungs. The lungs were injured, but they were almost healed, with only some blood clots.
After clearing the blood stasis, I directed my mind to the liver, which was also injured, but was almost healed now. After clearing the blood stasis, I moved on to other parts of my body.
Only after she had cleaned up Zheng Zhihua's entire body did she withdraw her thoughts.
Just as she withdrew her thoughts, she noticed that Zheng Zhihua's breathing seemed to have become lighter, and his frown had relaxed. She nodded in satisfaction and was just about to get something to eat when Daolang knocked on the door and said that Deputy Director Tan had come to deliver a bottle.
Li Moer was too lazy to go out, so she told Daolang, "Tell them to put the bottle in the wing room at the entrance to the courtyard and come back in three days to get the potion."
Daolang ran out and directed the hospital security to move all the infusion bottles to the wing room.
Deputy Director Tan looked at this magnificent three-in-one courtyard house with stars in his eyes. He was worthy of being the leader of the National Security Department, and the house he lived in was magnificent.
He asked Daolang, "How come there are so few people in such a big house?" Daolang replied honestly, "They have all moved to the new house. We only come back here occasionally to clean up!"
Deputy Director Tan is feeling withdrawn. He only comes back occasionally to clean such a magnificent house. What will the new house look like? It will definitely be better than this one.
Although she didn't go out, her mind was watching them moving the empty bottles into the room the whole time.
It was nothing, so Li Moer entered the space and made a big pot of soup for Zheng Zhihua using spiritual spring water and big bones.
It tasted delicious. Li Moer drank two big bowls first. Oh, it tasted so good.
Daolang watched them unload the glass bottles and inspected the entire yard. Seeing nothing to do, he returned to his room and continued practicing his song.
At five o'clock in the evening, Li Moer had an idea, and four dishes appeared in the restaurant: a small bowl of rice, a bowl of porridge, and a large bowl of bone soup, enough for the three of them.
He left the room and shouted, "Daolang, help Zheng Zhihua to the restaurant for dinner!"