Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

The nurse said: "You mean Mr. Feng? If he's not in the ward, he should be in the rehabilitation department."

"recovery unit?"

"Well, it's on the fourth floor of the South Building."

"OK, thanks."

Yang Qianyu went to find Nanlou, feeling puzzled.

It's already ten o'clock, what is he going to the rehabilitation department for without taking a break?

Could it be that you are not feeling well?

Thinking of his dilapidated body, he should take a good rest, but these days not only have no time to recuperate, but also run around, stay up late, tired, worry...

Her heart ached more and more, and she involuntarily quickened her pace.

When she found the rehabilitation department, she saw a familiar figure through the tempered glass door, her rapid pace suddenly stopped, and she stared at that person quietly.

It turned out...he wasn't feeling unwell, he was taking advantage of a moment of leisure in the middle of the night to do rehabilitation treatment.

Three doctors surrounded him, one who looked older was supposed to be the attending doctor, and the other two younger ones were probably rehabilitation therapists.

Feng Moyan's legs were wearing rehabilitation equipment, and there were protective bars on both sides of his body. Some data indicators were displayed on the screen on the side of the equipment, which looked very complicated.

With the help of external force and the support of doctors on both sides, his whole body remained in an upright posture.

But from the tense and stiff state of his upper body, it can be seen that despite so much external assistance, this simple standing movement is still difficult for him.

As the attending doctor gave orders, his left and right legs took turns making some extremely simple movements.

But those simple movements are also very difficult and slow.

He tightly grasped the armrests on both sides of the instrument with both hands, and both arms trembled violently when he strained hard.

Yang Qianyu stood at the door and stared blankly for a long time.

During this period of time, I got used to seeing him sitting in a wheelchair. Today, when I suddenly saw him standing upright, I realized how tall he is. Even a back view can give people a strong and reassuring force.

But she didn't know whether she should go in or not.

Because Feng Moyan has been doing rehabilitation for some time, but he never mentioned the details to her, nor complained about the hard work. It must be because he didn't want her to know how embarrassed and powerless he was during the rehabilitation.

Perhaps it was because of pride, or because she didn't want to worry her.

And these days, she has been occupied with messy things, and she didn't think about how difficult it is for him to do rehabilitation. Until today, she accidentally ran into this scene. This scene hit her heart hard, making her aching nose sore, and she almost shed tears.

Since he doesn't want to know, she can continue to pretend that she doesn't know.

After adjusting her mood, when she turned around and was about to leave, she suddenly heard a terrifying sound inside.

She was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw the tall and thin man fell down in embarrassment, kneeling on the ground, two young doctors tried their best to support him, but failed to pull him up.

The woman's heart tightened tightly, her eyes stared at the person inside, and she secretly encouraged him—come on!persist in!You can definitely stand up!

Feng Moyan, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled for a while, and finally stood up again with the help of the doctor.

She also breathed a sigh of relief, and when her cheeks relaxed, her cheeks trembled faintly.

The attending doctor was talking to him, and he shook his head for some unknown reason.

Although Yang Qianyu didn't hear their conversation, she could still imagine what Feng Moyan's head shaking meant.

The doctor must have told him to rest, but he refused and continued to practice.

So strong, stubborn, unyielding, and even ruthless - this is Feng Moyan's nature.

She didn't want to go in and disturb him, to break through his embarrassing and difficult side, but seeing him ruining her body like this, she really couldn't stand by and watch.

When he continued to practice, Yang Qianyu gently pushed the door and went in.

When the doctors saw her and were about to speak, she shook their heads and stopped them.

The attending doctor was also smart, and immediately understood Yang Qianyu's identity, but his expression became a little more relaxed.

It came at the right time, they couldn't persuade them, but there was always someone who could persuade them.

Otherwise, if you continue to train like this, you may cause secondary injuries, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Under the instruction of their teacher's eyes, the two young doctors walked away quietly.

Feng Moyan stood alone by the equipment, following the prompts on the screen to keep training.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the recovery room did not turn on the air conditioner, but he was sweating profusely, with the tip of his nose and jaw drooping, and the sweat condensed into beads and rolled down.

Yang Qianyu walked up to him and stood beside him.

As the distance got closer, she saw what was displayed on the screen of the instrument.

It turns out that the electrodes worn on his legs can feed back the activity of the muscle groups of his legs to the host in time, so as to better judge the recovery of muscles and nerves, so as to prescribe the right medicine for the atrophied muscle groups and degenerated motor nerves.

In fact, Feng Moyan had been doing this training for some time, and the effect was slow.

Originally, he was not in such a hurry, and he also knew that rehabilitation training would not happen overnight.

But with so many things happening recently, his mentality has gradually become anxious. He hopes to get better soon, to return to normal, and to provide the people he cares about with constant protection.

He gradually hated his useless state.

An action was repeatedly prompted on the screen. Because the range was not up to standard, the machine did not get feedback, so it kept reminding "Do it again". At first, he repeated it patiently, but when he failed four or five times, his face obviously became angry meaning.

He was engrossed, he was competing with the machine, and he was also competing with himself. Without distraction, he didn't even notice Yang Qianyu who had been standing by for a long time.

Until, when his strength was exhausted and he couldn't hold his breath, his legs softened and he fell down again!

"careful!"

Yang Qianyu was sweating for him a long time ago, seeing him fall down suddenly, she quickly went around the guardrail and hugged him face to face.

But Feng Moyan collapsed from exhaustion, like a puddle of mud from a drunken person, completely without support, how could her thin body hold up.

Thus, Yang Qianyu was severely pressed down by him, acting as a meat pad.

She was so painful that all her facial features shrank into a ball, but she looked up at him immediately after she fell down, "Are you okay?"

Feng Moyan froze, stared at her for a few seconds, and then asked in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

In the next second, he quickly pulled her to sit up, and touched the back of her head with his big palm, "Did you hit it? Are you injured?"

"No..." After she sat up, she didn't care about her numb back, but pulled Feng Moyan to look up and down, "How are you? Did you fall down again? Does it hurt?"

It would be a good thing if Feng Moyan's leg could feel pain so easily.

"I'm fine..." He responded, staring at the woman, and for some reason, he suddenly became angry, "Are you stupid? Who told you to jump on it? Look here is full of equipment, what if you hit it and get hurt? ?”

Yang Qianyu was stunned, and before she recovered, she was suddenly reprimanded severely by him, and she was taken aback immediately, staring at him with big eyes.

Feng Moyan became even angrier, "What are you staring at me for? Did I say something wrong?"