After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Character in the 1980s, I Trash Them All

When he walked out of the hospital, Su Dajiang already felt that the wound from the suture removal was much better, and there was no sharp pain like just now.

The waist that had been leaning forward gradually straightened up, and the pace under his feet became a little faster.

"Da Jiang, walk slowly if your wound hurts, we're not in a hurry to go home!" Seeing that her husband seemed to want to speed up, Wei Guiqin was worried that the wound would hurt as he walked so fast.

"It's really strange for you to say that. Yanyan's words seem to have magic power. She said it doesn't hurt, it's really not!" Su Dajiang also felt incredible.

It's not that I haven't been injured before. After the stitches are removed, the wound will hurt for a while.

Not this time.

Wei Guiqin rolled his eyes: "You two have enough, and you can't stop. Your daughter's words are the true scriptures of the Buddha? Just listen to it and you can get rid of all illnesses and pains?"

"Don't say it, it's really the case." Su Dajiang laughed dryly.

"Cut." Wei Guiqin was not happy to hear it.

Su Hanyan smirked, thinking silently in her heart that this healing function can't cure the disease, it can only reduce the pain. If it can cure the disease, wouldn't she be a genius doctor?

In the future, what disease will be cured by touching her hand, and there will be no long queues of people to see a doctor? At that time, you can count hand cramps just by counting money. How beautiful?

It's a pity... Her golden fingers are not thick enough, nor are they against the sky!

Su Hanyan was thinking about the golden finger, and suddenly the tired look of Jin Chen appeared in his mind. Then... the golden finger can relieve pain, can it relieve fatigue?

She regretted why she didn't think to try it just now? If possible, I can help him...

Jin Chen's world was quiet, there was no harsh noise and splitting pain, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

The doctor's office was still quiet, only this guy, Lu Feifan, was sitting beside the bed, resting his chin with one hand, and staring at a certain place with his eyes in a daze.

"Cough cough." Jin Chen coughed twice.

"You're awake!" Lu Feifei returned to his senses and hurriedly asked, "How's it going? Is the noise still bad? Is your head still hurting? Can you hold on? If not, I'll take a leave of absence and send you home."

"It's alright." Jin Chen relaxed and stretched his muscles and bones, "This episode passed without a long time. I just took a nap, and I'm feeling better now. By the way, how's the surgery?"

"Still thinking about the operation?" Lu Feifei poured a glass of water and stuffed it into his hand. "You can't stand it on the operating table. After I helped you out, Director Lin will take over for you soon. Don't worry."

"You're not leaving yet?" Jin Chen glanced at him.

"You are unconscionable." Lu Feifei really wanted to punch this guy in the face, "I'm not worried about you? You don't have to worry about the surgery side. I'm not the only anesthesiologist in the hospital. Don't worry, the surgery No problem."

"Yeah." Jin Chen nodded.

"By the way, isn't it difficult for you to take care of your illness for ten days and a half after the onset of this disease? Why is it so fast this time?" Lu Feifei was also puzzled.

He and Jin Chen grew up in the same courtyard, and he knew that Jin Chen had this problem since he was a child.

This problem is also strange to say, every time when Jin Chen is tired, this problem jumps out to make trouble, and he can't bear the disturbance.

However, every time he went to the hospital for an examination, he couldn't find anything wrong. Even when Jin Chen studied abroad, he almost searched for experts in country M, but couldn't find a cure.