Evil Boss Comes Again

He poured the Potion on her knee, kneaded and pressed half a cup of tea, and the potion penetrated into the meat.

Before long, Yan Qingyi's legs were itchy and numb, as if there were a lot of ants crawling in her legs. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to scratch with her hands!

With that in mind, she must have done it.

It's just that her hand hasn't reached out yet, and it's been caught by 003!

[don't scratch. Those necrotic nerves are growing. If you scratch them, they will affect those growing nerves! 】

that's too advanced!

Well, she'll bear it!

At the beginning, she was able to bear it, but at the back, she couldn't help it any more. It was like someone was massaging her feet with their hands. It was so hard. Now, she is gripping her teeth and holding her clothes in her hands, trying to bear it!

After half a column of incense time, those itchy numbness feeling finally disappeared completely.

Yan Qing clothes on the forehead, has emerged a thin layer of sweat.

003 helped her out of bed, helped her walk a few steps in the room, and when she slowly adapted to this feeling, she let go of her hand.

[host, walk slowly. Don't worry too much. When you are fully used to the feeling of walking, you will be almost ready. All right, I'll take it off first! 】

003 after leaving, Yan Qingyi walked slowly and carefully in the room, just like a child learning to walk.

He went to the bed, picked up the crutches and went outside.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun had already shone on her thatched cottage.

The village is small, and there are only about 50 families.

What Qingcheng usually eats is the vegetables grown by herself in the vegetable garden. If there are more vegetables, she will sell them directly, and then buy rice, cloth, oil and so on. Anyway, as long as people are diligent, they will not starve to death. She has been adhering to this belief and has lived to the present!

But that was before she broke her leg.

Now her leg has been broken for a year, and the vegetable field has been a wasteland for a long time. What she eats every day is what the villagers pity her and gives her.

But for the villagers, Qingcheng would have starved to death in bed.

Just then, a little boy, who looked about eight or nine years old, ran to Yan Qingyi. In his hand was a black clay bowl with two steamed buns in it.

This little boy, Han Ming, is the grandson of the old village head. He usually sends everything Yan Qingyi eats. Therefore, when Yan Qingyi sees him, he feels very comfortable.

"Sister Qingcheng, how did you come out?"

Han Ming raises his head and looks at Yan Qingyi. His voice is soft and waxy. It sounds lovely.

When looking at Yan Qingyi, his eyes were strange, but also worried. Because Qingcheng had been out once before, but because of the broken right leg, she fell to the ground when she turned to enter the house. At that time, she rubbed her arm out of blood. Up to now, this matter is still deeply engraved in his mind!

After touching Han Ming's head with a smile, Yan Qingyi retracts his hand.

"Xiaoming, my sister is OK. By the way, you don't have to send food to my sister tomorrow. My sister plans to go to the capital tomorrow to see if the leg can be cured in the end."

"Sister, didn't a professional doctor come to show you last time? That's what happened to your leg. Don't waste your spare time and stay at home. Grandfather said, as long as you have him in one day, he can make you eat enough