My grandmother was illiterate, my mother didn't dare to squeak, and Angkor basically didn't speak, so he kept frowning and staring at my condition, so only Master helped me read.
When I write it on paper, everyone can rest assured that everything is under my control, and I will get better soon.
I already feel like I don't have any strength.
I hate myself very much, I can even write a few words, I can exhaust myself from prostration, I wanted to write a few more words, but I really can't do anything.
After the master understood what I wrote, he quickly learned it to my grandmother.
I heard my grandmother take a long breath, and then said to me: "Xiao, don't worry, you have only spent a few days, you must survive forty-nine days, you may recover, we are all waiting for you to get better." ” "I see," I scribbled down on the paper again.
Then I really didn't have the strength to do it, and my nose started to pant like an ox plowing the land.
My grandmother said to me, let me rest first, wait for the nurse at the clinic to come and give me injections, and then talk to me when I calm down.
I blinked and closed my eyes for a moment.
Not long after, I heard a knock on the door, and the nurse came into the room with a medical kit, ready to give me an injection.
I don't know what my grandmother told the nurse about my situation, anyway, I think the nurse had a strange look in her eyes when she gave me an injection.
Although she didn't say anything, she still shook her head while giving me an injection, and her expression was clearly a pity.
As for why she did this, I thought to myself, maybe my grandmother must not be able to tell the nurse too much, maybe I had an accident to do this.
The nurse is also a sensual person, she should see me so young, just lying motionless on the bed, looking at me pitiful, and feeling sorry for me I can't explain it anyway, even if I got better after forty-nine days and stood in front of her again, I can only explain that it was a miracle.
After the nurse finished the injection, she left, and her mother politely stuffed some money into the nurse, and the nurse pushed and shoved it a few times, and finally accepted it.
After my grandmother heard the sound of my mother sending the nurse out of the door and closing the door, she sat on the sofa next to the bed, where I could see, looked at me and asked, "Xiao, can you feel the incense I lit these days, should it help you?"
I didn't write, and winked at my grandmother.
The grandmother then asked, "Did the ghost thing talk to you, can you feel its soul weakening?"
I blinked my eyes for the first question, indicating that it was not talking to me, and for the second question, I blinked twice, indicating that I felt it weaken.
Grandma nodded reassuringly and said: "Well, that's good, then Grandma Xiang will continue to light, oh yes, the wound on your shoulder is recovering, the wound has completely scabbed, although it is scabbed like an ordinary wound, but, after the ordinary wound scab is off, it is a scar, you use ashes to compress the wound, the skin will be a little red after the scab is off, and slowly the skin will become the same color as the surrounding area, you don't have to worry" I blinked There were only two people left in the room, my grandmother and I left, my mother sent the nurse, and the master is now in charge of cooking, and a big man in Angkor is not always good to take it in the room, so I can only follow the master to buy vegetables and go to the kitchen to help. aa2705221: