Chapter 903 She Is Afraid of Thunder

In summer, the sun is scorching, and the whole world seems to be wrapped in a ball of flames. Passers-by on the street are in a hurry, and they don't even want to bear the heat for a second.

Song Lishu stood on the side of the road, wearing a heavy doll's coat. Before she moved, she already felt out of breath. Putting on the hood, she seemed to be completely stuffed in the stove.

Holding the leaflets in her hand, facing the sun, she kept pushing the leaflets in front of passers-by. Some passers-by would pick them up, and some passers-by didn't even look at them and chose to bypass them.

After doing this for three hours, Song Lishu finally couldn't hold it any longer. He fell down and sat on the corner of the street. He took off his hood, sweating like raindrops. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. It was red from boredom, her hair wet with sweat was sticky on her small face, and she smiled embarrassingly.

Song Lishu leaned against the wall, raised her head, the scorching sun forced her to squint her eyes, covered her chest with one hand, and panted heavily with her mouth open, feeling that she was about to be unable to breathe, and her head was dizzy from the heat Huhu.

"How are you, are you okay?" At this moment, a voice sounded from above his head.

Song Lishu turned his head to look and found that it was a part-time boss. He immediately stood up, but staggered his feet and almost fell to the ground.

The boss looked at her and said, "Why don't you just do it here. It's a hot day, so don't cause any accidents. I'll pay you the money. I'll let someone else come for the next few hours."

"No, no, I can still do it. I just rest for a while, and I'm done now." Song Lishu hurriedly picked up the hood on the ground and wanted to put it on his head.

Seeing that she seemed to be short of money, the boss agreed.

Song Lishu took out his wallet and counted it.

It seems that in the past five days, she will find more part-time jobs.

The next morning, Song Lishu took Huo Baiyuan to find Dr. Tao.

In the private clinic, Dr. Tao looked at the X-ray film just taken, pointed to the film and said to Song Lishu, "Did you see it? The blood clot is still here. He must wait until the blood clot melts and no longer compresses the nerves before his brain will recover."

"Surgery is too risky, and there is no way to remove the blood clot, so how can the blood clot melt?" Song Lishu asked.

Doctor Tao thought for a while, and replied: "It may require external stimulation, such as another heavy blow, maybe it can eliminate the blood clot in his brain. I have encountered such cases before."

external force? Bash? I can't beat him on the head again, what if the blood clot is not eliminated and the person is beaten even more stupidly, what should I do?

Song Lishu didn't dare to take risks.

Dr. Tao said: "So, in his case, there is no definite treatment plan, and there is no definite recovery time."

Song Lishu was stunned: "Then it can only... depend on luck?"

Doctor Tao nodded: "You can say that."

Song Lishu suddenly felt discouraged.

On the way home, Huo Baiyuan stared straight at Song Lishu. Seeing her sullen expression, Huo Baiyuan leaned his head over and asked, "Why are you upset? Did I do something wrong again?"

Song Lishu came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to touch Huo Baiyuan's cheek, and pulled out a forced smile: "No, I hope you get better soon."

Huo Baiyuan didn't quite understand Song Lishu's words.

Must get well soon.

In fact, she should selfishly hope that Huo Baiyuan would stay by her side, but she wanted him to return to normal, not to be coerced by Huo Yijun, and to return to Huo's house without incident.

After sending Huo Baiyuan home, Song Lishu didn't enter the door.

Huo Baiyuan held Song Lishu's hand, reluctantly: "Nianwei, where are you going?"

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