The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 1009 Tired

After making arrangements for Grandma Yun, Tang Xin chatted with her for a while before pulling out Song Hui's needle.

After pulling out the needle for Song Hui, black sticky substance began to flow out of the pinhole in Song Hui's leg. Fortunately, there were blankets on the sofa that were changed back and forth.

Otherwise, there is no way to sit on the sofa tonight.

Grandma Yun went to the bathroom, found a not-so-dirty towel to wash, and came to Song Hui: "This may be a rag, but I washed it, and I will wipe your legs first, and wait until the person who can bathe you comes back. Then let her give you a good wash."

After finishing speaking, Grandma Yun wiped Song Hui's legs neatly.

The towels are washed in hot water and are a little hot.

When the towel was applied to Song Hui's legs, his legs shivered from the heat.

This realization made Song Hui look at Tang Xin in ecstasy: "Sister-in-law...my leg! My leg is feeling!"

Hearing this, Tang Xin approached Song Hui, put her hand on his calf, and pinched him.

Sure enough, I saw his slightly frowned eyebrows.

"Being conscious is just the beginning. You need to do rehabilitation later. My massage is useless."

The black sticky substance secreted just now may be the backlog of dead blood in Song Hui's legs in the past two years. After the dead blood flows out, he can start rehabilitation.

Song Hui nodded: "I will."

After finally having the hope of standing, he will naturally not give up.

"Rehabilitation is painful, you have to be mentally prepared."

Tang Xin raised her eyebrows to remind.

This is not her exaggeration, after all, there are not just one or two people who will do rehabilitation in later generations, but many.

The people she saw doing rehabilitation suffered pain every step of the way. Moreover, rehabilitation was not only a physical pain, but also a psychological pain.

A bad one can easily make people lose the will to stand up.

People who are not perseverant may not be able to bear the long and painful process.

"kindness!"

Song Hui nodded.

Of course he will not give up this opportunity.

He wants to stand up again, give Xiqin a good life, and become a man his wife can rely on.

Seeing that his eyes were firm without the slightest hesitation, Tang Xin had no intention of reminding him again.

After all, having goals is better than having no goals.

After Grandma Yun washed the rag, she helped Tang Xin lift Song Hui back into the wheelchair.

"Grandma Yun will live in He Ling's room first. Later, I will ask He Ling and Yun Jing to move to my laboratory room to sleep."

There are a lot of key things in the lab, so naturally she can't let them in easily.

He Ling and Zhao Yunjing are both He Yan's younger sisters, so she can rest assured.

Grandma Yun looked pitiful, but her identity was always a mystery, she was not afraid of ten thousand but just in case.

It is better to be cautious in such matters.

"it is good."

After things were settled, Tang Xin returned home with the silver needle.

After returning home, Tang Xin collapsed on the sofa.

I didn't feel tired in the dormitory just now, but when I got home, I felt exhausted, as if I had done a day's work, and I was so tired that I was dying.

"What did you do, you're so tired?"

When He Yan's mother heard the sound of the door, she came out with the baby in her arms.

As soon as she left the house, she saw her daughter-in-law slumped on the sofa, looking very tired.

Tang Xin shook her head: "I didn't do anything, I just gave Song Hui an injection."

Tang Xin didn't know how the medical skill of space was calculated.

It's like looking at proficiency to determine the degree of fatigue.

"Then go to the house and sleep for a while."

He Yan's mother tightened her brows, and there was a distressed opening between her brows.

(End of this chapter)