He pulled the nurse to investigate his injuries carefully. Because he was Cheng Boyan's friend, the nurse told him in detail during his busy schedule.

When Xiang Xi was confused by his professional noun, he roughly knew that he had various fractures. The fractured area was added to him for a month. He had steel nails in his leg, and Cheng Boyan performed the surgery on him.

Of course, Mo Xigan, who was handsome and cool, was also shaved off by Cheng Boyan.

But it's okay.

What is it about being hung with legs, what is it about being unable to bend the arms, what is it about being unable to twist the neck, what is itching, what is itching, what is baldness... what is it!

Comparing with me, I was finally driven out of the Dawa by Uncle Ping and Zhaojia Kiln, nothing is nothing!

When Cheng Boyan came to check the rounds, nurse Xiao Jiang was holding his little mirror and raising it above Xiang Xi's face to look at him.

"Oh, my brain is good, otherwise who can go out with just this monk's head?" Xiang Xi sighed.

"There are so many bald people on the street." Xiao Jiang said with a smile, put away the mirror and pushed the cart for the medicine. He turned around and saw Cheng Boyan, and said hello: "Doctor Cheng is so good."

"Good morning," Cheng Boyan nodded and walked to Xiang Xi's bed, "You don't have to worry, you have to grow into a squat before you can leave the yard."

"Doctor Cheng," Xiang Xi sighed, "...I don't look like myself anymore."

"That's because your face has not swelled, it has nothing to do with being bald." Cheng Boyan took out a cartoon band-aid from his pocket and tore it open and stuck it on Xiang Xi's tear mole: "Is this a little better?"

Xiang Xi was stunned for a moment, then glared at the ceiling and laughed for a long time. Finally, he ran a light voice in his voice and said, "Thank you."

Xiao Jiang came over and put a bottle on Xiang Xi. Cheng Boyan asked him again about his feelings. Xiang Xi felt awkward all over and didn't feel anything else.

"I've been sticking it like this, until my hair grows into a flat body?" He looked at Cheng Boyan depressedly, "Do you have to do this? You'll have to put a plastic shell on it?"

"Well, the brace is for fixing," Cheng Boyan looked at him, "Hanging can promote blood circulation and return, reduce swelling, and also make you less painful. If you are idle, just move your toes."

"Oh...oh, by the way," Xiang Xi suddenly smiled, "I heard from the nurse that I even made steel nails. How did I do it? Will it be removed in the future?"

"It was nailed in with a slamming bang," Cheng Boyan lowered his head and wrote on the round check record, "Of course I have to take it out. When I took it out, I took it out with a knife and pried the screwdriver out."

The patient in the bed next door was drinking porridge. After hearing this, he almost choked: "Doctor, you are so funny, your Director Liang is so serious."

"Director Liang has many patients and he is so busy that he doesn't have time to drink water every day," Cheng Boyan smiled, "How can he have time to tease?"

After checking Xiang Xi's bed, Cheng Boyan was about to go to the next ward. Before leaving, he asked Xiang Xi: "Can your friend come to the hospital to take care of you?"

"Friend?" Xiang Xi was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "I have no friends."

"Then I'll contact you for a escort, but I guess I'll not come here at noon," Cheng Boyan didn't say anything else, and glanced at the pink lunch box placed on Xiang Xi's bedside table. I don't know which young nurse lent him, "You..."

"I'll do it," said the bed next door. The man was named Zhou Jin, who was in his twenties and had injured his ankle. He moved in in the morning and just finished drinking the porridge. "I'll feed him."

Cheng Boyan got out of the ward. After checking the room, he passed through Xiangxi's ward and glanced inside. Xiangxi was chatting with Zhou Jin, and he went back to the office.

He was stolen 4,000 yuan, and the deposit for hospitalization, various treatment fees, medical expenses, and accompanies... He habitually recorded all of these in his mobile phone accounting software, and added them to a large amount of money.

Cheng Boyan frowned. He was sick and still very ill. He actually paid so much money for a gangster who stole him.

Do you have to go to the psychiatric department to prescribe some medicine later?

Although Xiang Xi is not very lively, he is still quite a burden to him now that he is ashamed of his arms and legs as he is in the hospital.

I felt like I couldn't stand it anymore after just three days.

I have to make a long time to scratch itch, brush my teeth and wash my face... I basically don't have to consider this kind of thing. I have to solve it in bed when I eat or go to the toilet. However, Cheng Boyan found him a big sister. Every time he had to go to the toilet, he was embarrassed to speak.

"Doctor Cheng, Brother Cheng," Xiang Xi protested to Cheng Boyan in a very serious manner when he was waiting for Cheng Boyan to come to check the rounds. "Can you change your escort? Find me a woman..."

"Her sons are older than you," Cheng Boyan looked at his legs, "Besides, it's not easy to accompany you now."

"...Oh." Xiang Xi heard that it was difficult to invite a escort, and immediately disappeared. After a while, he paused and said, "You spent... a lot of money? I will give it to you if I can move."

"Well, it doesn't count you took it from my wallet," Cheng Boyan took out his cell phone and opened the account book and handed it to him, "This account will be settled slowly in the future."

Xiang Xi closed his eyes: "Or why don't you throw me out, on the street, under the bridge hole, self-service bank..."

After talking for a long time, he didn't hear Cheng Boyan's voice. He just heard Zhou Jin laughing next to him. Xiang Xi opened his eyes and found that Cheng Boyan was no longer in the ward.

"Is this doctor your friend?" Zhou Jin asked him after a while.

"...ah?" Xiang Xi was asked by this simple question and couldn't answer it for a while, so he had to respond casually.

Friend? He has no friends.

He used to say this: I have no friends.

It was a great time to talk about it, and I didn’t feel any awkward. In the Zhaojiayao place, the word "friend" is too luxurious and naive. What kind of friends are not friends? Real friends are separated sooner or later, fake friends may stab you in the ribs at any time, and you will be stabbed in both ribs.

But now he suddenly felt a little lost.

From that day when Cheng Boyan asked him if he had any friends to take care of him, he was disappointed.

If you don’t have friends, you will suddenly become very alternative when you say this again.

Zhou Jin's question made him feel inexplicably depressed. He didn't hear anything Zhou Jin said later.

Cheng Boyan’s friend is his current identity in the hospital. Of course, it is impossible for a person like Cheng Boyan to have a friend like him.

It was just because he was a doctor and he was more good at pretending to be pitiful, so Cheng Boyan's sympathy temporarily defeated his disgust for him, and he became Cheng Boyan's...friend.
Chapter completed!