Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

The exquisite jars contained porridge.

There was a medicinal fragrance emanating from it.

Grandma took Jiang Zhiyi to the yard and went to the kitchen.

When Yao Jianguo heard the knock on the door, he quickly straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

Pushing the wheelchair out.

I saw a young man wearing a light blue sweater, standing in the yard holding a strange jar.

Her temperament is incredibly clean.

"Knowledge!"

Yao Jianguo shouted.

The boy's soft short hair looked unusually delicate under the not-too-strong sun of late autumn.

"Brother Jianguo" shouted when he saw Yao Jianguo with bright eyes.

She walked up to him holding the clay pot.

"I know a little about pharmacology, so I picked some herbs in the back mountain and made some medicinal food for you.

I thought it might do some good for your legs."

Jiang Zhiyi said.

When Yao Jianguo heard about Jiang Zhiyi lifting her leg, her eyes dimmed.

His eyes were fixed on his legs covered by the blanket.

He is a disabled person, and Jiang Zhiyi is so openly friendly with him that he has forgotten that he is disabled.

But Zhiyi had good intentions, and he couldn't dampen his good mood.

Smiling, he met Jiang Zhiyi's hopeful eyes: "Thank you."

"Well, thank you, this is what I should do.

It just so happens that I know medical skills, and Brother Jianguo, you are a patient now, so it is based on the professional ethics of a doctor.

I will take responsibility for your recovery."

5836: ...What do you mean next? Are you actually a miracle doctor?

Jiang Zhiyi put the pottery jar on the table beside him.

He squatted down and looked up at Yao Jianguo:

"Brother Jianguo, can I see your legs?

I know this request is unreasonable, but as a doctor, I have a kind heart and we are good friends, so I want to help you."

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes were full of sincerity.

Yao Jianguo's heart tightened and he nodded.

The boy seemed to have magical powers, and he couldn't bear to refuse any of his suggestions.

Jiang Zhiyi lifted the blanket.

Uh, I'm wearing pants.

"Brother Jianguo, can I roll up your trouser legs a little? I need to see the specific condition of your legs before I can make a conclusion."

Yao Jianguo continued to nod.

I was so panicked.

Ever since his injured leg was declared disabled, he rarely lets anyone see it.

Only when there is no one around does he do some rehabilitation training himself.

Yao Jianguo's pants are loose-fitting.

Very easy to roll up.

Jiang Zhiyi rolled up his trouser legs above his knees.

There was a hideous scar on the knee, as if it had been pierced by something.

Looking at the scar, Jiang Zhiyi felt so heartbroken.

How painful it must be for my brother when he is injured.

Jiang Zhiyi unconsciously touched the scar.

Yao Jianguo said, "I can't feel anything below my knees."

"Did it hurt at that time, brother?" Jiang Zhiyi felt even more distressed.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't know what Yao Jianguo had been through.

But this wound was not a gunshot wound, it was a knife wound.

Insert the knife into the knee and stir it repeatedly.

That's why there are such hideous wounds.

It can destroy the function of the knees and even cause leg disability.

Yao Jianguo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He lowered his trouser legs to block Jiang Zhiyi's view.

No matter how much he exercises, his legs show signs of atrophy.

The pale and bloodless legs could not pollute the boy's eyes.

Jiang Zhiyi tilted her head and wiped her eyes, but when she looked up again, they were still sparkling.

"I've checked, and Jianguo's leg can recover."

Jiang Zhiyi said.

My throat feels sore and tight.

"Thank you for your good wishes!" Yao Jianguo knew that these were Jiang Zhiyi's words to comfort him.

I have been seen by famous doctors both at home and abroad, but there is no hope.

I'll be confined to a wheelchair my whole life.

"Brother Jianguo, don't you believe it?" Jiang Zhiyi asked.

He moved a chair and sat next to Yao Jianguo.

I put my hands on his legs and started massaging:

"I know a lot. Not only can I make medicinal food that is good for Jianguo's leg recovery.

I also do massage therapy.

Combined with acupuncture, it's possible for Jianguo's leg to recover."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't ask Yao Jianguo's opinion and started pressing on his own.

No matter how skillful his technique was, Yao Jianguo could not feel the force pressing on his legs.

Jiang Zhiyi pressed the button seriously, and Yao Jianguo looked at her without blinking.

After a while, he asked:

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He didn't know why he asked this.

I just really want to know the answer.

This answer seems very important, very important.

He had only met him for one day.

"We are friends." Jiang Zhiyi replied.

friend?

Yao Jianguo silently recited this word in his mind.

warm.

Grandma cooks very quickly too.

After dinner, Jiang Zhiyi left with the washed pottery jar.

Yao Jianguo said: "Don't rush to repair the cowshed. Take your time. You can live here until the cowshed is repaired."

At this moment, he hated himself for being useless.

Otherwise, you can also help repair the cowshed.

It must be very tiring for Jiang Zhiyi to practice alone.

"Okay," Jiang Zhiyi agreed readily.

Then she looked at the old lady and said, "Grandma, you don't have to make porridge for Jianguo in the morning and evening. I will make medicinal food for Jianguo. It will be good for his health."

The old lady glanced at Yao Jianguo.

In fact, she didn't approve of Yao Jianguo eating the food cooked by Jiang Zhiyi.

After all, they had only known each other for one day.

Jiang Zhiyi looks harmless, but one must always be on guard against him.

The young master's legs are like this because he was framed.

Yao Jianguo is a member of the Yao family in Kyoto.

During that special period, the Yao family could not escape the wave of criticism and denunciation.

Yao Jianguo returned home from the army and was arrested as soon as he got home.

Charge: Rightist.

Those people tortured the young master in prison and he suffered a lot.

Later, he was vindicated with a simple statement that the wrong person was arrested.

Yao Jianguo nodded at the old lady.

The old lady sighed and smiled at Jiang Zhiyi: "I'll have to trouble Comrade Jiang from now on."

In the afternoon, the door of Yao Jianguo's house, which was rarely opened, opened.

Yao Jianguo sat at the door and looked in the direction of Jiang Zhiyi's cowshed.

Jiang Zhiyi was busy running around.

The ding-ding-dang wooden house has already taken shape.

Jiang Zhiyi knew that Yao Jianguo was looking at him.

He smiled at Yao Jianguo from a distance and worked harder.

The villager who was responsible for feeding the cows these days came to feed the cows after cutting grass and was surprised to see the wooden house that had taken shape next to the cowshed.

He must be seeing things.

After feeding the cows, I passed by the gate of Yao Jianguo's home and was surprised to see Yao Jianguo sitting in a wheelchair.

The person in this mysterious house finally came out?

Not to mention she looks pretty good.

Jiang Zhiyi had just arrived a few days ago, and the village chief said that until his house was repaired, the villagers should be responsible for feeding the cows.

Jiang Zhiyi was naturally happy too.

So different villagers come to feed the cows every day.

See Jiang Zhiyi’s wooden house.

Every villager who came was surprised: this young man is very capable.

Then when he passed by the gate of Yao Jianguo's house, he had some thoughts in his mind again.

Although Yao Jianguo rarely goes out, everyone in the village knows that the people living in the yard are either rich or noble.

Different from them.

Although he is a lame man, he is very handsome.

The villagers with daughters began to feel restless.

This house looks quite luxurious.