After I returned to the Tai Yu Department, I decided to visit Nanjun Wangfu first to see the recovery of the mysterious man.
"Ling Mo didn’t expect you to look decent in the DPRK, and you look so youthful and handsome."
I got into the car and heard that I was visiting Lingmo and went out to meet him personally.
Today, he just kept wearing it and never changed it.
Wearing a pearl-saving seven treasures and exquisite crown, the arrow sleeves are dignified, the black unicorn official is cut to fit perfectly, and the ivory satin boots are embroidered with light blue moire.
This dress makes his eyes more clear and his face as jade.
It’s a beautiful flower of Daqin. Daqin will be their day in the future.
"Although it’s quite troublesome, it’s better to work with the Ministry than to stay in the state prison all day."
Maybe it’s because of wearing the clothes. Ling Mo speaks with a high spirit.
Look also gradually revealed aristocratic brothers atmospheric demeanor.
"Ling Mo, you have to work hard to be a sovereign who is worse than your father."
"That’s natural. I want to shake all corrupt officials and give Daqin a clean politics."
"Hehe, the ideal is good, children. Keep working hard."
It’s not easy for me to pat him. It’s impossible for him to do it on his own.
However, if there is an ideal, there is motivation. He knows how to establish correct values and is not polluted by officialdom.
We came to the mystery man’s retreat.
I carefully examined his healing situation and found it satisfactory. He recovered more smoothly than I expected.
"Ling Mo, after I give you some more prescriptions, you just have to adjust them according to the prescription. My righteousness to him has been completed. In another month, he will probably be as good as whether he can wake up or not."
I can’t help feeling sad when I look at the bed.
I hesitated to make a suggestion.
"If you know what other relatives he has, you’d better find his relatives. Talking with him often is magical to stimulate his consciousness, and maybe he will wake up."
Ling Mo didn’t good the spirit to glance at me and glanced at the mysterious person like a corpse.
"I don’t even know who he is. I don’t know where he has any relatives. My father has been hiding this from me. But since my father is so cautious, he naturally has his reasons. I think this poor man can be so miserable that he probably has no relatives!"
I think it makes sense. It must be difficult to see his tragic life experience.
I’m afraid his relatives will be lucky when he is killed.
"I heard from the waiter that his fingers move a few times from time to time, saying that his body has a slight sensation. If he can’t be affectionate, this method can stimulate him to wake up, or we can consider other methods."
I think of modern strange ways to stimulate vegetative state.
"Do you want to hammer his head? It’s easy for a comatose prisoner to wake up with a punch." Ling devoted himself to violence.
"Bad idea. You can’t wake him up. He killed him. He’s been in a coma for so many years, and his nerves are fragile. How can you treat him with ordinary people?"
"What do you say?"
"Sister Hee Hee, I have a good idea."
A rather devious way highlights from my mind that I clap my hands and shake my mind with excitement.
"Ling Mo, you go and find a prostitute who is experienced in dealing with men after Qian Fan."
Ling devoted to stare big eyes red "looking for, looking for a prostitute? Sister, he is like a dead body, even if he is conscious, he still has the heart. What kind of ghost method do you want to kill him by letting a woman toss him? "
I tried to poke Ling Mo’s forehead with confidence. "You don’t know something, kid. From a medical point of view, the most sensitive part of a man’s physiological structure is that place, which stimulates his hands as well as that place, but the effect is far from that. I asked you to call a prostitute to wake up from that place because she couldn’t stimulate his nervous system. There are successful precedents in reality."
"He is a friend of my father’s. Isn’t that too humiliating? He doesn’t seem so good." Ling Mo hesitated to look at the mysterious man.
"Anyway, he’s half dead now, and it’s the luckiest thing to wake up as a living horse doctor, no matter what method. If he really wakes up, he’ll be grateful to come."
"Well, then, I’ll send the housekeeper to find a prostitute."
I’m going back to the doctor’s office after seeing the mystery man.
Ling Mo sent me out again and we walked leisurely in the garden.
In the courtyard, the autumn leaves are thick and crimson, and the cloisters are covered with three pieces and five pieces overlap, and the oil-black wooden corridor is particularly beautiful.
Osmanthus fragrans also has a refreshing fragrance in every corner of the swimming pool.