Over there, Chen Yihan was drinking alone, feeling quite self-pitying.And here—

After curling up on the ground for more than half an hour, when the pain in his body gradually dissipated to an acceptable level, Li Zhejiu slowly got up from the ground, straightened the fallen stool, squatted down, picked up all kinds of things scattered on the ground, and sorted them They were arranged neatly, and then they sat on the stool, covering their abdomen with one hand and the back of their head with the other, staring at the computer screen in a daze.

In fact, when Chen Yihan's kick came over just now, he reacted a little bit. He wanted to hide, but he kept staring into Chen Yihan's eyes and found no malice in it. He thought that the other party was just trying to scare him, and then he tragedy.

Did he kick crookedly?

Li Zhejiu thought so.

Um... poor technique.

Hiss, my stomach hurts, my head hurts, and my back hurts.

Thinking about it, a dull pain came into his mind, and Li Zhejiu suddenly remembered Li Baba's scolding at him a long time ago.

"I don't think I, Li, is such a stupid person. You, Mom, are not much worse than me. How did you give birth to a guy who only has history books in his eyes!! You won't know when you are bullied. Tell us?! Or do you think it’s not bullying at all! It’s not the same thing even if you have wounds?! Can you apply medicine yourself? No, why don’t you tell us?! What to do if the wound is inflamed ?! Do you want to die?!"

That was when he was very young. At that time, he was often bullied by others, but he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until those big kids who bullied him got worse and caused many bruises on his body. Found something wrong, caught him and gave him a severe reprimand, and then made a decision to let him skip a level quickly.And because of this, he knew that when he was injured, he had to tell Papa Mama, and then he had to take medicine. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"Hmm...are you injured?" Li Zhejiu lifted the hem of his clothes, looked down at his white, tender, tender belly, "Well, no."

Touching the back of my head, I felt a dull, painful bump that had just swelled.

"Hmm...does this count as an injury?" Li Zhejiu rubbed the back of his head and muttered suspiciously.

"A bump on the head is still considered an injury! Even if you can't see it, it counts! Remember!!" Li Baba held a bottle of bruise medicine wine, rubbed and rubbed the back of his head vigorously, and roared furiously.

"Oh, it's an injury. What about this?" Li Zhejiu poked his hand in from the hem of his clothes and touched his aching back, "I can't see... ah, use a mirror."

Li Zhejiu walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door, took off his shirt, turned his back to the door, and exposed his entire back to the mirror hanging behind the door, then turned his head and struggled to see the details of his back in the mirror. After ten minutes of hard work, Li Zhejiu was finally sure that his back was not injured.

Putting back his shirt in satisfaction, Li Zhejiu went out of the bathroom, took the medicine box on Bai Jiahan's desk, went back to the computer and sat down.

Li Zhejiu opened the medicine box, took out the medicine inside, and read the instructions word by word.

"Efficacy and indications: promoting blood circulation and dispelling wind, relaxing tendons and relieving pain. It is used for rheumatic bone pain, numb limbs, bruises, mosquito bites... Well, this is it." Holding a bottle of safflower oil, carefully read the instructions, Li Zhejiu nodded, and decided to use this to paint the big balm on the back of his head.

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