After explaining Ye Cheng's cold clearly, Dr. Zhao pointed to the wound on his right waist and asked, "it looks like the wound that was hit by a hard thing like a stone. It seems that the strength is very strong. It's not an ordinary wound that can be hit by a fall when walking. What's the matter?"

Even Dr. Zhao didn't understand why Ye Cheng didn't do physical work, nor did he practice martial arts.

Judging from the depth of the wound and the range of bruises around it, there was a very strong body impact at that time, just like someone who started a fight with.

"Yes, tell us what's going on." Housekeeper is also very urgent, from see Ye Cheng injured, she asked assistant, but assistant has not said.

How to do, leaf always don't let say, if say to save Miss Xia, leaf always affirmation can scold to death him.

"Dr. Zhao, don't ask. Let's give Mr. Ye a look at the injury and see if it's OK." The assistant said anxiously.

Dr. Zhao shook his head helplessly and said, "well, if you don't say there may be difficulties, I can't ask any more. From the current situation, the right bone should not be a big problem, just soft tissue injury, I'll leave you some bandages for wound dressing, and then leave some traditional Chinese medicine anti-inflammatory powder, you remember to apply the powder to him before each dressing, so as to avoid wound infection, as long as the wound scab, then there is no problem. These days, we should avoid cold and dampness, keep warm and let him have more rest. Proper hot compress can be applied around the wound to promote blood circulation and recover faster. "

Dr. Zhao opened the medicine box, left the medicine and bandage according to Ye Cheng's needs, and told him not to eat irritant food, smoke and drink, so he left with the medicine box on his back.

"Assistant, please accompany Mr. Ye. I'll arrange the kitchen to make some light porridge for him." The housekeeper said and went out.

The assistant closed the door and went to Ye Cheng, "Mr. Ye."

He called a low Ye Cheng, see Ye Cheng no response, so he asked again: "Mr. Ye?"

After waiting for a while, Ye Cheng opened his eyes and saw the assistant standing beside him. For a long time, he reflected that he was about to get up without even saying anything.

"Mr. Ye, don't move. What are you doing?" The assistant presses Ye Cheng back to the bed.

Ye Cheng scolded: "you boy, I'm sick. You are good at it, aren't you? How dare you push me

The overbearing president is ill, and he is not seen by his subordinates. Ye Cheng has the feeling of being bullied by dogs.

The assistant stood upright, stepped back and apologized in a low voice: "Mr. Ye, please follow the doctor's advice and stay in bed."

"You boy..." Ye Cheng gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Ye, calm down, Mr. Ye, calm down..." the assistant was thick skinned and thought that he would put soft on his mouth first to let the boss calm down. After a while, he let the boss take the medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhao, and he immediately fell asleep.

"Yesterday you said something you shouldn't have said in front of her in the teahouse. I haven't settled with you yet."

The assistant is very excited. The boss has a fever. He has such a clear mind.

The assistant's mind seemed to be read by Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng bit his teeth and said, "I have a fever, but I'm not so stupid. Do you want to fool me like I'm dead?"

"No, no, boss." The assistant was in a cold sweat. This time he was telling the truth.

The intelligence quotient of a person with a fever is higher than that of a normal person without a fever.

Who dares to cheat such a big boss?

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