"Doctor," an uncle came in, sat down with his waist, and put a film and medical record on his desk. "I have been here before, do you show this film?"

"Let's take a look." Cheng Boyan took a small waist pillow from the side and placed it behind the uncle.

"I just sneezed with a basin of water yesterday. When I stretched it, it hurt so much. My legs hurt and I couldn't move." The uncle said the condition again.

"Look, your three, four, and five sections are all herniated, and the lumbar disc is bulging. Your leg pain should be compressing the nerves..." Cheng Boyan explained to the uncle.

"What should I do? How to treat it?" the uncle frowned and asked, "Do you need surgery?"

"There is no indication for surgery in your case..." Cheng Boyan shook his head, "You have to go to our physiotherapy department for treatment."

"No surgery?" The uncle seemed a little disappointed.

"Why do you still want surgery?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"They have to wait for me for a surgery," the uncle said, "I'll enjoy it."

"That's all," Cheng Boyan said while writing on the medical record, "It's the same with you for physical therapy. Tell them that the doctor said that the car would pick it up and take it away, and he would not do any work, and he would eat and drink to serve him."

"Okay! I'll say that!" The uncle slapped his legs.

"Don't be so fierce about your movements anymore. You have to take your style and take your time." Cheng Boyan said.

After the uncle left, Cheng Boyan looked at the time, stood up and moved a few times, then looked outside the clinic. There were no patients anymore.

get off work.

He changed his clothes, poured a large glass of cold water, and walked out of the clinic.

As soon as he left the hospital gate, snowflakes fell from the sky. Cheng Boyan pulled his scarf and trotted into the parking lot.

The radio on the car told him sadly that the road home was almost one kilometer.

After a while, he turned on another road and took a detour to his grandma's house, which was not that congested.

He listened to the radio all the way, thinking about what to eat tonight.

I was a little tired today and really didn't want to go back to do it anymore.

Beef noodles? Barbecue rice? Miscellaneous bean porridge? No, I just ate mixed bean porridge in the morning... Single spicy hot pot? Spicy noodles? Miscellaneous bean porridge? Why is it mixed bean porridge? So unpalatable... Fried noodles? Stewed cakes? Miscellaneous bean porridge... Porridge? Miscellaneous bean porridge? Miscellaneous bean porridge? Miscellaneous bean porridge? Miscellaneous bean porridge? Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge... Miscellaneous bean porridge...

"Hey!" Cheng Boyan slapped the steering wheel irritably. This thing was like a single loop in his mind, and he couldn't stop once it started. His mind was full of mixed bean porridge.

There was a traffic jam in front of him. While he was waiting, he took his cell phone and dialed the number from his grandma's house: "Grandma, have you eaten?"

"I've eaten," Grandma shouted in a loud voice, "You're off work? Are you having nowhere to eat? Come here, grandma will make it for you!"

"I'll be there almost half an hour." Cheng Boyan smiled and looked again. There was no normal traffic jam in front of him, and there were a bunch of people.

After hanging up the phone, he got out of the car and walked forward two steps to see what was going on.

A red car parked in the right lane, and a little further ahead was the zebra crossing, and a group of people stood on the zebra crossing and shouted.

The blocked cars began to gather together, and some people didn't know what was going on in front of them, so they honked the horn.

Hit someone?

Or... Perhaps stimulated by Zhan Hong's previous plan, Cheng Boyan's first reaction was, was he hit someone? He hit a car?

He doesn't like to join in the fun or meddle in other people's business, but when he was about to turn around and return to the car, a very eye-catching face entered his sight.

Moxie's head, band-aid under the corners of the eyes.

A grand plan?!

Cheng Boyan hesitated for two seconds and walked over there.

Unlike the calm and well-behaved moments when he was in the hospital that day, Zhan Hongtu in front of him had a bandit-like expression on his face, and with the few helpers next to him, it was not easy to mess with.

The driver is a woman, in her twenties, surrounded by her middle, looking irritable and restless.

In addition, the cars behind were induced to form a piece. Before Cheng Boyan could get to the side, she grabbed a handful of money from her bag and threw it in front of the people, shouting: "Take it! Get it out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Cheng Boyan was stunned for a moment, and another one was so scared that he was so pestered that he finally used the money to buy the money to stop.

He stopped, returned to the car and opened the door. If he knew this girl, he might teach her a lesson about the various adverse consequences of hitting the car and condoning to hit the car.

Idle.

Xiang Xi did not see Cheng Boyan outside the crowd. After taking the money, they had to evacuate quickly to prevent the victim from reacting and calling the police.

He put his arm on Mantou's shoulder and jumped to the small alley next to him. Mantou pushed out an electric car from the entrance of the alley. He sat on it and patted Mantou: "Go."

"Where are you going?" Mantou drove out, "Go to the hospital? Uncle Ping didn't tell you to go to the hospital today?"

"Internet cafe." Xiang Xi said.

"What?" Mantou turned his head, "Are you sick!"

"I've always been sick, but I didn't suddenly get sick today." Xiang Xi pressed the band-aid at the corner of his eyes: "Go."

"Xiao Zhan," Mantou stopped insisting on going to the hospital, shrank his neck and drove to the Internet cafe. "You are the best example I have seen. I have been here every day, and I am reluctant to live a good life."

"You have seen a few people, just on the street in Dawa, and a few dead people have seen a total of... "Xiang Xi said, "I live so much that I am not as good as a dog, and I'm still living a good life."

The steamed bun opened his mouth, poured a mouthful of wind, and didn't say anything more.

After spending in the Internet cafe until midnight, Xiang Xi stood up and jumped to leave. His legs were uncomfortable and he couldn't even have fun.

The two of them returned to Dawai in the middle of the night. There was a big pit at the entrance of the street. They had to get out of the car and walk over. The pit had to be two or three years old, and no one cared about it. Xiang Xi had to study every time he passed by, how wide it was and how deep it was, and witness the growth of this pit.

Today he looked at it as usual, but there was not much change. He was about to walk in, and suddenly a black shadow moved beside the wall.

Xiang Xi was startled and before he could shout, his injured leg was hugged.

He roared, trying to pull his legs out, but the man hugged him tightly, and his legs hurt so hard: "You took the wrong medicine!"

After the man showed his face from the darkness, Xiang Xi realized that this was the tenant from the next house. He had lived here for almost a year and had eaten, drink, gambling, drugs and all of them were eaten, drink, gambling, and drugs. Recently, because of his health, he had no energy to do food, drink, and gambling, but he was still persistent and persistently sucking.

When Mantou threw the car and was about to come to help, Xiang Xi slapped the man in the face, he let go and threw himself on the snow.

"It's so unlucky!" Xiang Xi cursed.

"I will freeze to death after lying here that night, right?" said Mantou.

"Don't worry," Xiang Xi frowned, "Do you think he lives like that?"
Chapter completed!