Duanmu Yawang nodded and smiled, "It is totally understandable."

Zhu Zhi's dream was stunned.

He could not speak at all.

In this case, over the years, he had dreamed many times, but every time he woke up, he found that it was just a dream.

Now, someone tells him sincerely that his leg can be cured.

He didn't speak, Duanmu Yawang just looked at him like this, and he saw that Zhu Zhimeng's gentle but deserted eyes were red, and there were many emotions accumulated in his eyes.

Zhu Zhimeng is not the kind of person with exposed emotions, Duan Muya saw it, and was stunned for a moment.

"Make you laugh."

Zhu Zhimeng covered his eyes with his hands, but Duanmu Yawang still saw that there was water flowing from his fingers.

He cried.

Weeping with joy.

Duanmuya stayed silent, reaching out and patted Zhuzhimeng on the shoulder.

It took a while for the dream to calm down.

Duanmu Yawang didn't urge him either.

"It really made you laugh." After calming down a little bit, he raised his eyes after dreaming and sneered himself, "I didn't expect it myself, I would care so much."

"This is a good thing."

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand to interrupt him, her voice was gentle and calm, "I understand."

"thanks."

To say more, in fact, it is even more gaffe.

Zhu Zhimeng calmed down quickly, and he asked Duanmu Yawang: "I still don't feel any sensation in my legs now, only when you pinched the silver needle before, what should we do next?"

"Continue to the second course of treatment."

"The second course of treatment?" Zhu Zhimeng twisted his eyebrows, obviously unable to understand such words.

"In short, I will adjust the most effective and quickest treatment plan for you according to your situation." Duanmu Yawang took off his gloves and carefully packed away the microscope.

Zhu Zhimeng just watched her movements and didn't answer the conversation.

In fact, he was very curious about what these cold, weird things Duanmu Yawang had in her hands, and why could she judge his illness based on these things?

Will these judgments be wrong?

Thinking about this, he took a deep breath.

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

Of course, Zhu Zhimeng understood that it would be too rude to question Duanmu Yawang at this time.

She is his hope.

Therefore, no matter how anxious he was, he never asked such words.

Instead, he asked: "Is the treatment method still the physical therapy you mentioned before?"

"Well, it's almost the same, but the treatment micro-elements are estimated to be more diverse, not so single." After placing the baby's microscope and other things, Duanmu Yawang turned back to look at Zhuzhimeng and gave him a vaccination: "No. The second course of treatment is estimated to be more painful than the first course, and the time will be longer and more tormented. You must be prepared."

After the dream, his smile was more sunny than before, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to hold it on."

"That's good."

Duanmu Yawang was no longer wordy. Now that all the examination results came out, and Zhuzhimeng was here again, she naturally would not waste the opportunity to give Zizhimeng a treatment.

This time the treatment really took longer than the first course of treatment, and it was more painful.

When she left the wing of Zhuzhi Dream and gave it to Guan Xi, Guan Xi saw that her master was tortured to be inhumane this time, and there was a third person who was almost completely drenched.

More embarrassment, more embarrassment.

Manager Xi was dumbfounded, "Lord, Lord, this..."

Duanmu Yawang patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Such a painful day will continue for a while. Don't make a fuss, just take good care of your master."

Guan Shi wanted to ask Zhu Zhimeng about something painful, but after seeing his master look like this, after thinking about it, he decided to ask the master himself.

"Thank you Miss Duanmu."

Manager Xi thanked him and left.

Duanmu Ya looked back to the wing, packed her things, and began to practice concentration.

Little Bailu glanced at it, yelled, and tweeted: "Master, have you finally started to practice? The young master thought you were confident, so you don't have to worry about this fight at all!"

"You little slacker are actually embarrassed to tease me?" Duan Muya looked at him and slapped his head, and hummed softly, "Isn't it said that the master here is like a cloud? I am an outsider and unfamiliar, so naturally I have to be more prepared. Some, well prepared."

"Oh."

Little Bailu shrugged and stopped talking, not to disturb her practice.

Therefore, in the days of exile, Duanmu Yawang was healed for Zhuzhi dream while practicing, and the days passed little by little.

In these days, she had almost never seen Xiao Wuzheng, and he seemed to have left here.

At first, she didn't ask, but later when he was eating with Zhuzhi Meng, she couldn't help asking.

Zhu Zhimeng raised her eyes and glanced at her, "I have something to do, but I didn't go far, I was in the street of exile. You can't die, don't worry."

Duanmu Ya looked at the corner of her mouth twitching, wanting to say that he had misunderstood, she was not worried about Xiao Wuzheng, but everyone came together, Xiao Wuzheng suddenly disappeared, just want to know.

However, having said that, Xiao Wuzheng is actually doing errands in the exile street?

Outsiders, besides participating in the struggle, what else can be done in this exile street?

Zhu Zhimeng didn't know what she thought, and he suddenly said to Duan Muya: "By the way, for the North Street fight, I have already signed up and painted your portrait."

Duanmu Yawang knew about the battle in Banishment Street. To sign up, you must bring a portrait and name, "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Zhimeng shook his head and said nothing.

Zhuzhimeng only talked about North Street, Duanmu Yawang thought of the other two streets, and glanced at Zhuzhimeng, "What in case, can other streets have a chance to sign up?"

Zhu Zhimeng took a meal. I wonder if it was Duanmu Yawang's illusion. He felt the hostility in Zhu Zhimeng's eyes flashed away.

However, after he pondered for a while, he was still very gentle to her, and he said: "I have already passed on the book and reported to the eldest brother. It is estimated that there will be news soon."

Duanmu Yawang looked at him and didn't ask this anymore.

Two days later, Zhuzhimeng’s leg cells recovered better and better. Although Zhuzhimeng’s legs were still not sensible, this did not mean that Duanmu Yawang’s second course of treatment The treatment has no effect.

On the contrary, Duanmu Yawang observed the recovery of Zhuzhimeng’s legs, and quickly made a decision. When the battle on North Street was about to begin for four or five days, she said to Zhuzhimeng: “The time is ripe. It's time for surgery."

"Surgery?" Zhu Zhimeng was startled.

"You don't have to ask me what the operation is, you just need to know that if the operation is successful, the perception of your legs will be almost completely restored." As Duanmu Yawang said, staring at his eyes: "Of course, the premise is that you cooperate with Mr. Zhu. "

Zhu Zhimeng did not hesitate: "I cooperate."

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

Zhu Zhimeng's eyes were in a trance, and he obviously doubted whether he was in the dream, and said softly: "Okay."

Duanmu Yawang made some preparations. He originally planned to perform the operation on Zhuzhimeng immediately after breakfast. However, on this day, a man came to the mansion and his plan was interrupted.

In the morning, Duanmu Yawang went to breakfast with Xiao Bailu as usual, but unexpectedly, there were already two people sitting there.

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

That person is full of noble people, the aura of a person who has been in the high position for a long time, and the aura emanating from the whole body is not to be ignored.

Duanmu Yawang hadn't seen the person's appearance before, and his heart suddenly burst, thinking that this person must be difficult to provoke.

Little Bailu naturally felt it too, and the little hand holding Duanmu Yawang tightened, and his footsteps stopped for a while.

Duanmu Yawang looked as usual, approached the table, and nodded to Zhu Zhi Meng, "Mr. Zhu is early."

Zhu Zhimeng raised his head abruptly. From his reaction, Duanmu Yawang could see that Zhuzhimeng only knew that she had come now.

This made Duanmu Yawang's eyelids move.

She was sensitive to discover that there was something wrong with the dream state.

It seems...not irritated and panicked?

"Miss Duanmu, please sit down." Zhu Zhimeng quickly returned to normal and still had to speak. The man next to him raised his head, and Duanmu Yawang saw a fierce face.

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