2266: C2266 Your Legs Can be Completely Healed

C2266 Your Legs Can be Completely Healed

Hence, Gong Suhe saw Zhai Xingchen write seven or eight pieces of paper in a row.

She was surprised. "You have so many secrets!"

Zhai Xingchen looked at her and only smiled slightly.

He folded the small pieces of paper and threw them into the tree hole.

The two of them drank milk tea and walked towards the school. Gong Suhe thought of something and said to Zhai Xingchen: "Oh right. The research and development of my country X will be released soon. I will tell you when I get the news."

Zhai Xingchen nodded and was moved. "Suhe, do you have time for the weekend?"

Gong Suhe was puzzled. "Xingchen, do you need my help on the weekend?"

As expected, she felt that they were getting along. Zhai Xingchen suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said, "Uncle Xu's friend gave me two movie tickets. It's a science fiction movie..." Gong Suhe instantly smiled. "You can watch it with Uncle Xu. I think Uncle Xu treats you very well. You should spend more time with him.

I have to read books this weekend. I probably won't be able to come out. "

Zhai Xingchen's disappointment was overwhelming. He nodded. "Okay."

Actually, he didn't have Uncle Xu's friends at all. It was just that he wanted to try and make an appointment with her for the first time.

"Then I'll go back to the dormitory!"

Gong Suhe waved at Zhai Xingchen.

She and her mother had been fascinated by ancient books recently. Her mind was full of these things, and she had to race against time during the weekend.

She hurriedly returned to the dormitory, while Zhai Xingchen sat in a wheelchair and did not move for a long time.

At the same time, at the tree hole internet celebrity store, two girls were sitting in the seats in front of Gong Suhe and Zhai Xingchen.

They folded the note and threw it into the shop. Then, they picked up a small key from the ground.

"It seems to be from this tree hole!"

The yellow-clothed girl lowered her voice.

"Shh!"

Another girl looked around. "Should we open it and take a look?"

The two of them opened the small iron door under the tree hole like thieves.

"Hey, there are only a few pieces of paper. I think it has been cleared recently."

"Open it and look at someone else's! That pink is ours, don't open it!"

"Okay, okay!"

The red-dressed girl opened one as soon as she finished speaking.

She whispered, "I hope he is safe and healthy. He will be free in four years."

"It's clearly written by a girl. Could it be that the person she likes is in jail?"

She muttered.

The yellow-clothed girl opposite said, "Eh, this is clearly written by a boy, but why is the content so cute?"

"What what?2

I'll take a look. "

The two girls put their heads together and looked at the few pieces of paper that had been opened.

"She said that she would always treat me, but in just two months, she already treated me coldly."

"I'm not a likeable person, even she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

"She heard that person's name. She still likes that person very much."

"She's doing charity to me."

"I envy that person."

I hope that person will always be overseas and not come back. "

"I feel that I'm a little bad, but I can't control myself."

A few days later, the R & D department in Country X sent a message.

When Zhai Xingchen received Gong Suhe's message, he happened to have a specialized class.

He opened the message and immediately followed up with the content that made him excited - the drugs in the country are very effective in reconstructing the nerves. My mother has already applied for the trial qualification. After 15 working days, the drugs will be sent to the research institute. At that time, we will start a new phase of treatment. "

Zhai Xingchen's breathing shook, and he was momentarily at a loss for words from happiness.

Gong Suhe's second message came one after another -" From their constituents and medical effects analysis, as long as you strictly follow the rehabilitation program, your condition will be completely cured in three to five years. "

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