: Fanwai: Father's Little Lover in His Last Life (8)

Qiao Weiya helped Xiaomi to sit down on the bed, and then said, "The good show is still behind. The strong woman only hacked me this afternoon. As a result, guess that the father of her child didn't dare to put a fart , I don't know how she likes that kind of man. "
"It looks good," Xiaomi said, looking down at her legs. "I think I can be discharged."
"Are you stupid, such a good public expense hospitalization, the opportunity to take leave at public expense, do not use it in vain." Qiao Weiya did not think there was anything wrong with this statement.
Instead, Xiaomi is going to be laughed to death.
If Chu always knows that his wife is encouraging employees to take public leave for hospitalization, I don't know if he will be directly suffocated.
"What do you do next?"
"Do nothing. Naturally, someone does it. The hospital looks at it with so many eyes. We are responsible for a good night's sleep. We really want to play with the media and play with reporters. Isn't that to death?" Qiao Weiya took With a little disdain, he said, "Have you had dinner yet? Is your boyfriend still off work?"
"Let's work overtime again, hey, he'll bring me dinner later, you go back first." Xiaomi said with a sigh.
Qiao Weiya didn't go back immediately, but stayed here with Xiaomi for a while, until her boyfriend came, Qiao Weiya left.
Now, Chu Luomu has begun his first rehabilitation, but at present he is not even able to stand up.
Shui Anluo was by his side, watching him try a few times, and his forehead was instantly occupied by sweat beads. He still did not stand up.
"You've just recovered a little now, and you can only do the opposite if you are in a hurry." Shui Anluo said, holding a towel to help him wipe the sweat on his forehead.
Chuluo was sitting in a wheelchair, breathing heavily, alleviating the pain from the legs.
"Mom, wouldn't you lie to me, right?" Chu Luogui asked suddenly, feeling less confident than ever.
Shui Anluo paused, looking at his son, "If mom lied to you, why bother you?"
Chu Luomu bowed her head slightly, avoiding Shui Anluo's eyes, and clenched her hands tightly at the edge of the wheelchair.
Shui Anluo put down the towel in his hand and leaned on the rehabilitation stand to look at the bowed son. "Because the military exercise started, and you were refused to participate for the first time, you lost your heart, and even feared that you would not be able to participate in the future. is it?"
Shui Anluo's problem was very sharp, so sharp that Chu Luomu couldn't raise his head to look directly into his mother's eyes.
"Your dad didn't say to give up when the nerves of his legs broke. Why did you give up?" Shui Anluo looked at her son with loss. In her expectation, although she can't walk today, can't stand, but stand up. It should still be ok.
But Chuluo couldn't do it.
As a doctor, Shui Anluo understands that this kind of thing is very stressful for a person.
Even Chu Chuyi was defeated by his own mind.
But she did not expect that her son, whom she had always been proud of, was defeated today.
"You think about it," Shui Anluo said, straightening himself and leaving the rehabilitation room.
Chu Cuiyi walked to the door and just saw his wife leave. He glanced back at his wife, and looked at his son who was still looking at him.
Chu Cuiyi stepped in and saw his son look up, then stood up again, but after trying hard, he still couldn't make his leg move a little.