The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the summer, the sun was scorching, the whole world seemed to be wrapped in flames, and the footsteps of passers-by on the streets were hurried, and they didn't want to bear even a second of heat.

Song Lishu was standing on the side of the road, wearing a heavy doll coat. Before she moved, she felt out of breath, put on her headgear, as if she was completely suffocated in the fire.

Holding the leaflet in her hand, against the big sun, she kept stuffing the flyers in front of passers-by. Some passers-by would pick it up, and some passers-by didn't even look at it and chose to bypass it.

After doing this for three hours, Song Lishu finally couldn't hold it anymore. She fell into the corner of the street, took off her headgear, sweating like raindrops, her whole body was like being fished out of the water, her cheeks were Sullen red, sweaty hair sticking to a small face, smiled embarrassingly.

Song Lishu leaned against the wall and raised her head. The scorching sunlight made her squint. She covered her chest with one hand and gasped with her mouth open. She felt that she was almost unable to breathe, and her head was fainted by the heat. Huh.

"How are you, are you okay?" At this moment, a voice rang from the top of his head.

Song Lishu turned his head and looked, and found that he was a part-time boss. He immediately stood up, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The boss looked at her and said: "Or you can do it here, it's a hot day, don't have an accident, I will pay you the money, and I will let someone else come in the next few hours."

"No, no, no, I can do it, I just have a rest for a while, and now I have a good rest." Song Lishu hurriedly picked up the headgear on the ground and wanted to put it on his head.

Seeing that she seemed to be short of money, the boss agreed.

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."