Report to Master Sheng, Madam is pretending to be well-behaved every day

According to Professor Lu, a total of three injections are required to kill the virus, one injection every seven days.

If the reaction is fast, the effect can be seen in three days.

In case the response is slow, it will gradually improve after three injections are completed.

The last patient, Sheng Zicheng, had obvious effect on the tenth day after the first injection.

Yuzheng's reaction was also very slow, and there was no movement for several days.

The wound on the arm was getting bigger and bigger, and it had spread to the whole arm without knowing it.

Except for the position of the wrist, everything is rotten.

Sheng Jingting was very distressed, and pushed all the work that could be pushed off, trying to stay by her side as much as possible.

Yuzheng can think about it herself, she only has one arm left, and she still needs to be physically disabled to play games.

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and ten seconds after the start of the game——

Teammate A: [This shit is outrageous. I have been in the canyon for 30 years, and I have never seen someone kneeling so fast. 】

Teammate B: [Forget it, just treat it as poverty alleviation, what's the fuss with elementary school chickens. 】

Commander Lu: [Don't be afraid, let me come, with me here, I can cover you.dog head.jpg. 】

Manman is not slow: [Come on! ! 】

Ever since he learned how to play games, Lu Tianxiao has been playing games every few days.

Yuzheng went online several times and saw his profile light up.

Today, as soon as they climbed up, Lu Tianxiao sent an invitation to form a team.

As long as Lu Tianxiao was around, she wouldn't be scolded even with one hand. Yuzheng happily accepted his invitation.

30 seconds later—

Teammate B: [? ? ?This is what you call being able to cover it? 】

Teammate A: [Convex (艹盘艺), it turns out that this weekend, primary school students have a holiday, so it's really bad luck. 】

Commander Lu: [You are the primary school student, and your whole family are all primary school students. 】

Teammate B: [I'm already in the sixth grade, officially out of the ranks of primary school students. 】

Teammate A: [Kids, don't talk nonsense, my grandson is already in elementary school. 】

Commander Lu: […]

Yuzheng: "..."

Who are her teammates?Is there anything a little more normal?

Yuzheng looked quietly at Sheng Jingting who was beside her, and used that arm to make a cheering gesture: "Come on, husband, let the old, weak, sick and disabled see what real technology is."

"Hmm." Sheng Jingting raised his eyebrows, and quickly tapped the screen with his fingers.

On the opponent's character's head, the symbol of blood loss kept popping up, and a head was quickly obtained.

Yuzheng was so excited, she simply squeezed into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder to look at the screen of his mobile phone.

Lu Tianxiao finally became arrogant: 【Son, come on, kill them. 】

Teammate B: [You're an elementary school chick and you have the nerve to call others sons, shameless. 】

Commander Lu: [He is really my son. 】

Teammate A: [I'm better than him, why don't you call me Dad, and I'll take you with me in the future? 】

Commander Lu: [He is really my son. 】

Teammate A: [I've seen a lot of people calling people daddy everywhere, what kind of mentality is it to call a son? 】

Commander Lu: […]

Sheng Jingting had no time to pay attention to him, and led the remaining two teammates to take the last head in one go.

Finally, two large characters popped up on the screen——

victory.

Teammate A: [Dad, please bring me. 】

Teammate B: [Dad, please bring me. 】

Sheng Jingting: "..."

Yu Zheng, who was nestled in his arms, couldn't help laughing: "Haha...Your child has not been born yet, and someone calls you Dad."

Sheng Jingting poked a cherries with a toothpick and put it in her mouth: "What kind of mentality do children have now? They call people daddy everywhere."

Yuzheng shrugged: "It's just an Internet term. It actually means the same thing as a big brother. You middle-aged people don't know."

Sheng Jingting's head was full of black lines in an instant: "Who are you talking about middle-aged?"

"Uh..." Yuzheng hurriedly apologized, and stuffed a piece of mango into his mouth: "Eat fruit, eat fruit."

The green mango was sour and astringent, and Sheng Jingting shuddered instantly: "Don't you like eating sour ones?"

Yuzheng happily picked up a slice of mango and dipped it in chili noodles: "I'll eat it with chili."

"...fruit dipped in chili, who taught you?"

"Rouge."

After Gu Yan'er and the others finished their work, they visited her in the hospital immediately and brought a lot of food.

Sheng Jingting was about to say something when the nurse came in to deliver the food.

Yuzheng is no longer afraid of greasy food, but wants to eat something nutritious, so she chose a pork rib set meal.

Sheng Jingting carried her to the dining table and put her on his lap, picked up the chopsticks and asked softly, "What do you want to eat?"

Yuzheng couldn't help being a little frustrated: "It's so embarrassing to feed such a big person."

For almost a week, she couldn't move her right arm, and Sheng Jingting personally fed her every meal.

"It's only natural for me to feed my wife and children. Who dares to have any objection?" Sheng Jingting pretended to be relaxed and comforted.

"I won't just keep rotting like this, right? I don't want to become a zombie." Yuzheng often comforts herself, but every time this time, she still can't help worrying.

In the case of non-stop use of drugs, her entire arm has rotted within half a month.

If the medicine to block the virus is useless to her, wouldn't she soon become like Fergus?

No, probably scarier than Fergus.

At any rate, he could still see the facial features.

The more Yuzheng thought about it, the more sad she became, and she almost cried, "My husband, I don't want to be a zombie."

Sheng Jingting pressed his forehead against hers, touched her face and comforted her softly: "It's okay, the blocking medicine can save my dad, and it will definitely save you. The number of viruses in your body is far less than that of my dad. It'll be fine..."

After comforting for a long time, Yuzheng managed to calm down and sniffed pitifully: "Honey, I want to eat something spicy."

Sheng Jingting then continued to coax: "Be good, baby, peppers will affect wound healing. When you are well, you can eat whatever you want."

"OK then."

"Come on, open your mouth and eat sweet corn first, okay?"

"But I still want chili."

"Be good, baby, today I have your favorite soup."

"Husband, I still want to eat chili."

"Didn't you say you want to eat meat? Today's ribs are pretty good."

"OK then……"

Under Sheng Jingting's patient coaxing, Yu Zheng finally finished dinner with a sad face.

Her appetite has improved a lot recently, and she also wants to eat some meat.

It's just a light sick meal, which still makes him feel very uncomfortable.

When can I leave the hospital and eat spicy hot pot and snail noodles?

After eating, Dr. Cheng came in to help her change her dressing.

As soon as the gauze wrapped around the arm was untied, an unpleasant smell filled the entire ward.

Yuzheng herself felt embarrassed, and wanted to cry with a mournful face.

Sheng Jingting held her in his arms and patted her on the back lightly: "Don't be afraid, it's fine, it will be fine."

Dr. Cheng was almost blinded by the titanium alloy dog's eyes. He picked up a cotton ball and dipped it in disinfectant: "Be patient, it will hurt."

Of course Yuzheng knew it was in pain, so she buried her face in Sheng Jingting's arms and said nothing.

But when the cotton ball touched her wound, she still couldn't help gasping, her whole body tensed.

As the wound continued to deteriorate, every time the dressing was disinfected, it seemed like a torture.