Chapter 1212 Weakness, Restlessness?
Mululuzai inspected it carefully.
"Marshal, your mental strength is overdrawn and you have some damage in your brain. You may feel headaches, dizziness, ringing in your ears, or memory loss and confusion. These are the sequelae of brain damage. You must rest and recover. In a short time Do not use force, do not use quick potions such as strength boosters and spirit boosters, and do not overwork."
"Also, brain damage is not a trivial matter. The fatigue mentioned by this subordinate just now does not only refer to the body, and the brain should not be overused on weekdays, and only simple entertainment can be performed."
Mululu: "I hope the marshal can cultivate his body according to the doctor's advice, otherwise it may leave hidden injuries. After all, mental damage is different from ordinary physical injuries."
"Did you hear that?"
The young man blinked his black and white eyes, propped his chin with his right hand, and said with a smile, "Why don't you just find a closed compartment and stuff me in it? Isn't it easier?"
His voice seemed to be like a stream flowing past his ears, it sounded peaceful and gentle on the surface, but underneath it was unhappy.
Mululu pondered for two seconds, then said slowly, "Your Excellency Marshal's proposal can be considered."
"If you agree..."
Mu Lulu's words below gradually weakened, and disappeared in the cold eyes of the marshal.
The old man shrank his head, struggling to survive on the verge of death, "Of course, a warrior as powerful as Marshal has unparalleled self-control, so naturally he doesn't need this mentally retarded method of healing."
Marshal Yan patted the bed in dissatisfaction, and stared at the old man with a sneer, "What do you think of me as an underage doll?!"
Locked in a closed warehouse to recuperate, the parents of Star Territory were worried that the injured children would be ignorant, running around and making trouble, so they sent them to the closed warehouse for treatment.
Mu Lulu lowered his head, and was too afraid to speak due to the aura of the Patriarch, so he could only mutter in a low voice, "Then you are really underage..."
Before the Patriarch shot Mululu to death, Yuan Jing quickly grabbed the two military doctors and dragged them out quickly, "Patriarch, Qibull is also seriously injured, I hurried to tell them to take a look, so that General Qibull's injury would not get worse."
Young Master Yan made a call just now, but at this moment her lips turned pale, and pain like needle pricks surged up, she pursed her lips slightly, and her picturesque brows were full of irritability.
The boy's palm hanging by his side slowly tightened.
This body is too weak and weak.
She clenched her palms tightly, and then slowly let go, always feeling a nameless fire enveloping her heart.
Irritable and anxious.
There was no source for this dazed restlessness.
Although Yan Tao holds great power, he behaves arrogantly and recklessly, but he never criticizes his friends or subordinates.
The reprimand just now seemed to have been spoken without thinking, and when he recovered, Mululu had already left.
She didn't know whether it was this weak state, or the pain of excessive mental exhaustion, that made her want to get angry uncontrollably.
Irritable and restless.
The young man pursed his lips and frowned.
disturbed?
What is she upset about?
Could it be that he has been in a coma for too long, and even his senses have problems? !
"It's normal for you to be unable to control your temper just now."
Yun Kuo stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the boy's black hair, smiled lowly, and comforted her, "Mu Lulu is a military doctor, he knows your condition, so don't blame yourself too much."
Yan Tao only felt that the current state disturbed her, so she nodded absent-mindedly, lifted the quilt to cover herself, and stuffed her head under the quilt.