I practiced in the United States

Throughout the afternoon, Li Ang continued to show nervousness and restlessness.

His abnormality naturally attracted the attention of both Sheila and Katina.

"Dear Li, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Katina rushed before Silla, brought the ball close to Li Ang's body, and asked gently.

Li Ang looked very troubled and hesitated for a moment before answering:

"I don't know why, but I always hate the environment in the hospital ward. It makes me feel restless and I can't calm down."

Silla also took advantage of the situation and took Li Ang's arm from the other side. The two of them covered Li Ang directly, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Relax honey, we're here with you and everything will be fine."

But the words of comfort from the two people didn't seem to have much effect, and even the Forbidden-Ultimate Facial Cleanser didn't have much effect.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Ang finally proposed that he wanted to go through the discharge procedures.

"However, you can get the most appropriate care in the hospital. If you feel uncomfortable, there will be a doctor to help you solve the problem immediately."

Faced with Li Ang's proposal, both of them still expressed some disapproval of doing so.

After all, Li Ang had just woken up from a coma that lasted a day and a night. It would indeed be too soon to be discharged from the hospital now.

The emotional card has been played, and Li Ang still has the logical card.

"But in my current state, I mainly rely on the body's self-healing ability. Staying in the hospital does not actually play a substantial role. Moreover, after the examination, I only have some skin injuries, and it is almost impossible to have any emergencies. ”

"So in this situation of relying on self-healing, I feel that I need an environment that is relaxing enough for me, so that I can rest well and recover faster."

"I just need to come to the hospital again when the wound needs dressing change."

Li Ang's words were indeed well-founded, and neither of them knew how to refute them, and even felt that what he said was quite reasonable.

So soon, with the help of the two of them, Li Ang completed the discharge procedures.

Naturally, Li Ang was pretending to be anxious in the afternoon.

Of course, he could forcefully express his intention to be discharged from the hospital, and of course he would be able to achieve his goal in the end, but this would not be in line with the logic of his behavior and would also attract some unnecessary attention.

After returning home in Silla's car, Li Ang found that there were still workers carrying out renovation work at his home.

Silla on the side said with concern:

"How about you stay at my house these days? There are workers renovating the house, which will definitely affect your rest."

These words were completely from Li Ang's point of view, and they were said according to Li Ang's reasons. He found that he seemed to have no reason to refuse.

Silla almost happily supported Li Ang and returned to her home.

"Um, isn't this your master bedroom? I can actually sleep in the second bedroom."

Li Ang was led by Silla all the way, but found that he was helped to Silla's own bedroom, and then he asked doubtfully.

Silla shook her head and explained, "I just thought about it, and I still can't let you live alone. You are physically inconvenient now. If you want to do something, I won't be able to help you immediately."

Silla showed a proud smile, looked at Li Ang and said: "So, you should sleep on the same bed with me. Don't worry, my bed is big enough for two people."

Li Ang swallowed and found that he seemed unable to refute.

Alas, who said that he is just a sick person now? Almost no autonomy at all.

This reminded him of a poem he once memorized: "The young woman from Nancun bullied me into being old and weak, and openly carried me into the bamboo. Her lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my staff and sighed."

Maybe that's how I memorized it. I don't know if there are any mistakes, but that's the meaning.

With Li Ang's current physical condition, he definitely wouldn't be able to practice Kung Fu, but he didn't want to just waste his time.

So he continued to learn some theoretical knowledge of [Sports Massage] to see if he could improve its proficiency level.

After all, this is the only skill he has the opportunity to practice now, and it is also the skill that is most helpful to his body.

If you can upgrade your level to master, you may be able to further increase your body's recovery ability.

At night, Silla noticed that Li Ang had been learning massage-related knowledge, and couldn't help but remind her:

"In terms of massage, although theoretical knowledge is the foundation, practice is the core of this skill, so if you want to improve in this area, massage practice is indispensable."

Li Ang nodded, quite agreeing with what she said, but he said with some melancholy between his brows:

"But it's not convenient for me to move now. If I practice on myself, I won't be able to do many movements and I won't be able to press many parts."

Silla, who was wearing black silk pajamas, raised her eyebrows, showed a charming smile and said:

"Isn't there a suitable training partner waiting for you to get started?"

Li Ang showed an affirmative smile, feeling more and more that what she said made sense.

Silla stretched her proud figure, lay obediently in front of Li Ang, and said softly:

"Let's get started. Let me see if you have made any progress these days."

Li Ang was also unambiguous, and demonstrated all the techniques he had mastered for various parts of the body on Xila.

From the head to the neck, then to the shoulders and back, from the arms to the hands, and then to the buttocks and thighs.

There were pushes, rubs, kneading, and pressing, rubbing, and shaking.

After a series of operations, Li Ang did not sweat at all because of his strong physique, and he deliberately controlled his physical consumption. Instead, Xila's clothes got wet several times.

Friction generates heat, and when it is hot, you will sweat, and when you sweat, your clothes will get wet. This is very reasonable.

Xila said with a flushed face: "Although this is a bit unbelievable, I seem to feel that my massage skills in this area are about to be surpassed by you."

"However, I also have some tricks that I haven't taught you yet. When you recover in two days, I will definitely not let you down. That is a surprise I specially prepared for you."

Xila lay on her side, biting her lower lip, looking at him and said.

Li Ang was also quite satisfied with this massage. The efficiency of practicing on others was indeed much higher than that on himself.

He estimated that after a few more times, his skill would soon be able to reach the next level.

"Okay, I need to take another shower. You should also rest for a while. I have to take you to the hospital to change the dressing tomorrow."

Xila gave Li Ang an affirmative smile, and then walked out of the room barefoot and in small steps.