The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Song Lishu took out his wallet and counted it.

It seems that in the past five days, she has to find more part-time jobs.

The next day, early in the morning, Song Lishu took Huo Baiyuan to see Doctor Tao.

In the private clinic, Dr. Tao looked at the X-ray film that had just been taken, pointed to the film and said to Song Lishu: "Is it true that the blood clot is still here. He must wait until the blood clot melts and no longer oppresses the nerves, so that his brain will recover.

"Surgery is too risky. There is no way to remove the blood clot. How can the blood clot melt?" Song Lishu asked.

Dr. Tao thought about it and replied: "May need external stimulation, such as another heavy blow, maybe it can eliminate the blood clot in his brain. I have encountered such cases before."

external force? Heavy blow? You can't hit his head with a stick again. What if the blood clot doesn't get rid of, and the person gets even more stupid after being beaten?

Song Lishu did not dare to take risks.

Doctor Tao said: "So, in his case, there is no exact treatment plan, and there is no definite recovery time."

Song Lishu was stunned: "Then only... luck?"

Doctor Tao nodded: "You can say so."

Song Lishu suddenly felt a little discouraged.

On the way home, Huo Baiyuan stared straight at Song Lishu. Seeing her unhappy face, Huo Baiyuan moved his head over and asked: "Why are you upset? Did I do something wrong again?"

Song Lishu recovered, reached out his hand to touch Huo Baiyuan's cheek, and pulled out a far-fetched smile: "No, I hope you can get better soon."

Huo Baiyuan didn't quite understand Song Lishu's words.

You must get better soon.

In fact, she should selfishly hope that Huo Baiyuan will stay with her, but she wants him to return to normal, no longer be threatened by Huo Yijun, and return to Huo's house without incident.

Sending Huo Baiyuan home, Song Lishu did not enter the door.

Huo Baiyuan took Song Lishu's hand, reluctantly: "Nianwei, where are you going again."

Song Lishu touched his aggrieved face: "I'm going to work. I can't come back as early as before. The food is ready. Put it in the refrigerator. You can take it out and heat it up at night."

Huo Baiyuan drooped his head.

Song Lishu coaxed softly: "Be good, and I'll buy you that rabbit cake in a few days."

Hearing these words, Huo Baiyuan was still not happy at all. Nothing was as important as Song Lishu by his side.

Song Lishu comforted Huo Baiyuan for a while, and hurried to the part-time restaurant, almost late.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the part-time job in the restaurant was over. Song Lishu hurriedly packed his things and went to catch up with the next part-time job. He was busy until nine o'clock in the evening, dragging his exhaustion back home.

As soon as he entered the house, Huo Baiyuan's figure rushed over and stuck to Song Lishu's body. Song Lishu's legs didn't have any strength at all, and he almost fell on the ground by Huo Baiyuan's pressure.

Huo Baiyuan was buried in Song Lishu's neck and sniffed.

"You sweat a lot..."

He was disgusted, but still did not let go of Song Lishu.

Song Lishu pushed him: "I'll take a bath first."

Huo Baiyuan just let go.

Song Lishu walked into the bathroom, too tired to even lift his arms. After the shower, Huo Baiyuan had been waiting for her in bed.

She lay down on the bed, and Huo Baiyuan immediately clung to him, not afraid of heat at all, holding Song Lishu tightly in his arms, still saying something.

But Song Lishu couldn't hear her clearly, her heavy eyelids drooped, and she fell asleep after a while.