Chapter 1543

Duanmu yawang nodded and smiled, "it's perfectly understandable."

I was stunned by the dream.

He can't speak at all.

In this way, he has dreamed many times over the years, but every time he wakes up, he finds it's just a dream.

Now, someone really told him that his leg could be cured.

He didn't speak, Duanmu looked at him like this, and saw that Zhuzhi's gentle but cold eyes were red, and there were unknown emotions in the bottom of his eyes.

Zhuzhi's dream was not the kind of person with exposed emotions. Duanmuya saw it and was stunned.

"Let you laugh."

Zhuzhimeng covered his eyes with his hands, but Duanmu looked at it and saw that there were water traces flowing out of his fingers.

He cried.

Cry with joy.

Duanmu looked silent and reached out to pat the shoulder of Zhuzhi's dream.

It took some time to recover from the dream.

Duanmu yawang didn't urge him either.

"I really make you laugh." after calming down some, I raised my eyes and laughed at myself. "I didn't expect that I would care so much."

"That's a good thing."

Duanmu yawang reached out to interrupt him, with a gentle and calm voice, "I understand."

"Thank you."

It's just more impolite to say more.

Zhuzhimeng soon calmed down. He asked Duanmu yawang, "I still don't feel anything on my legs. Only when you pinch the silver needle before, what are we going to do next?"

"Continue the second course."

"The second course of treatment?" zhuzhimeng twisted his eyebrows. Obviously, he couldn't understand such words.

"In short, I will adjust the most effective and fastest treatment plan according to your situation." Duanmu yawang took off his gloves and carefully packed up the microscope.

Zhuzhimeng just looked at her movements and didn't answer.

In fact, he was curious. Duanmuya looked at what these cold and strange things in her hand were, and why could she judge his disease with these things?

Will these judgments go wrong?

Thinking so, he took a deep breath.

Over the years, he has waited too long. He really doesn't want to experience the feeling of falling from the sky again.

Of course, zhuzhimeng understands that it is too rude to question Duanmu yawang at this time.

She is his hope.

Therefore, no matter how anxious he was, he didn't ask such a question.

Instead, he asked, "is the treatment still the physical therapy you said before?"

"Well, almost, but the micro elements of the treatment are estimated to be more diverse and not so single." Duanmu yawang put the baby's microscope and other things away, turned back to see zhuzhimeng, and gave him a preventive injection: "the second course of treatment is estimated to be more painful than the first one. It will take longer and suffering. You should be prepared."

As soon as the dream was aired, there was more sunshine on my smile than before, "don't worry, I'm sure I can endure it."

"That's good."

Duanmu yawang is no longer wordy. Since the inspection results have come out and the dreamer is here again, she will not waste the opportunity to treat her dream.

This treatment took longer and more painful than the first course of treatment.

When she withdrew her dream from the wing room and handed it over to steward Xi, steward Xi saw that her master was tortured to no human shape this time, and there was a third on her body, almost all wet.

As embarrassed as you want.

The steward was stunned, "Lord, Lord, this..."

Duanmu yawang patted him on the shoulder and said faintly, "such a painful day will last for some time. Don't make a fuss. Take good care of your master."

Steward Xi wanted to ask about the pain of zhuzhimeng, but when he saw his master like this, he thought about it and decided to ask him himself.

"Thank you, Miss Duanmu."

After thanking the steward, he left.

Duanmuya looked back to the wing room, packed up her own things and began to practice meditation.

The little white deer looked at it and said, "master, you finally began to practice? I thought you were confident and didn't worry about this fight!"

"You little sluggard, how can you tease me?" Duan Muya looked at him and slapped him on the head, humming: "don't you say there are so many experts here? I'm an outsider and unfamiliar. Naturally, I'm more prepared and prepared."

"Oh."

The little white deer shrugged, stopped talking and didn't bother her practice.

So, on this day of exile, Duanmu yawang healed and practiced for the dream of exile. The days passed little by little.

These days, she has hardly seen Xiao Wuzheng. He seems to have left here.

At first, she didn't ask. Later, when having dinner with zhuzhimeng, she couldn't help asking.

Zhuzhi's dream raised her eyes and glanced at her, "something has been done, but it hasn't gone far. It's in the exile street. If you can't die, don't worry."

Duanmuya looked at the corner of her mouth and twitched. She wanted to say that he misunderstood. She wasn't worried about Xiao Wuzheng, but when everyone came together, Xiao Wuzheng suddenly had no shadow. She wanted to know.

But then again, is Xiao Wuzheng working in exile street?

Outsiders, in addition to fighting, what else can we do in this exile street?

Zhuzhimeng didn't know what she thought. He suddenly looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "by the way, I've asked someone to sign up for the fight in North Street and draw your portrait."

Duanmu yawang knew about the struggle in exile street. He had to bring his portrait and name when signing up, "thank you, Mr. exile."

Zhuzhimeng shook his head and didn't answer.

The dream of chasing only talked about the North Street. Duanmu yawang thought of the other two streets and glanced at the dream of chasing, "in case, can other streets have the opportunity to sign up?"

After Zhuzhi's dream had a meal, he didn't know if it was the illusion of Duanmu's elegant look. He felt that Zhuzhi's dream flashed away.

However, after he pondered for a while, he still spoke gently to her. He said, "I've sent a message to my eldest brother. It's estimated that there will be news soon."

Duanmuya looked at him and didn't ask this again.

Two days later, zhuzhimeng's leg cells recovered better and better. Although zhuzhimeng's legs still didn't feel much, this doesn't mean that Duanmu yawang's second course of treatment didn't work.

On the contrary, Duanmu yawang observed the recovery of zhuzhimeng's legs and quickly made a decision. When the struggle in North Street was about to begin in four or five days, she said to zhuzhimeng, "the time is ripe for surgery."

"Operation?" zhuzhimeng was stunned.

"Don't ask me what surgery is. You just need to know that if the surgery is successful, your leg perception will almost completely recover." Duanmu yawang stared into his eyes: "of course, the premise is that you cooperate with Mr. Zhu."

Chase the dream without hesitation: "I cooperate."

"OK, I'll prepare here and have an operation tomorrow."

Zhuzhi's dream was in a trance at the bottom of his eyes. He obviously doubted whether he was in the dream, and whispered, "OK."

Duanmu yawang had planned to operate on zhuzhimeng immediately after breakfast. However, on that day, a man came to the residence and Shengsheng interrupted the plan.

In the morning, Duanmu yawang went to breakfast with the little white deer as usual, but unexpectedly, there were two people sitting there.

One is chasing the dream, the other is a tall strange man.

The man is full of noble people, the smell of those who have been in the upper position for a long time, and the aura emitted from his body can not be ignored.

Duanmu yawang didn't see the man's face, so he suddenly felt that the man must be difficult to provoke.

The little white deer naturally felt it, holding Duanmu yawang's little hand tightly, and his steps stopped for a while.

Duanmu Ya looked at her face as usual. She approached the table and nodded to zhuzhimeng: "good morning, Mr. zhuzhimeng."

Zhuzhimeng suddenly looked up. From his reaction, Duanmu yawang could see that zhuzhimeng knew she was coming now.

This made duanmuya's eyelids move.

She sensitively found that the dream state was somewhat wrong.

Seems... Angry and flustered?

"Miss Duanmu, please sit down." zhuzhimeng soon returned to normal and had to speak. The man next to him raised his head. Duanmu yawang saw a fierce and killing face.

This face is very cold and hard. There is no temperature on his face, but it does not affect his beauty. If such a man could definitely make all women scream in his last life!