After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

"Stop dreaming," Yu Heng stretched out his hand to push him away, "I'm afraid that you will become a one-off, and it will be scrapped after tonight."

He Yanzhi suddenly felt uninterested, but he couldn't say he was disappointed - anyway, he had already thought that the other party would not agree to him.

Yu Heng, it's good everywhere, but it's too rational.

Rational as a mathematical formula, what should be calculated is what, and will never fluctuate into something else.

He pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.

Boss Yan's nose has been soaked in plaster and toilet water for two months, and even safflower oil is immune, and Yu Heng is also fine, so he blocked his nose with a quilt and pretended not to smell it.

But the cat doesn't do it.

Not long after lying in someone's arms, Little Lucky struggled to get out, jumped out of bed decisively and left the bedroom, and didn't come back all night.

It was probably thinking that this person would not only occupy its position, but also release a pungent smell to fumigate it, which shows that the human heart is vicious.

He Yanzhi was filming for two months, and he was soaked by the all-pervasive moisture, and often filmed until three or four o'clock in the morning before finishing work. After finally being adjusted by Yu Heng, his biological clock was also messed up. When he touched the pillow at home, he breathed The breath of home, I just want to sleep and don't want to get up.

He slept from ten o'clock in the evening to ten o'clock in the morning, and then he was reluctantly woken up by urine.

Yu Heng went to school early in the morning, and there was only himself and the cat at home for the time being. He got up in a huff and wanted to go to the toilet, but found that one of his slippers was missing.

He searched for shoes for no reason, and looked under the bed first, but the bed was close to the floor, there was no gap at all, and there was no trace of the slipper around the bed.

Did Yu Heng wear the wrong shoes?impossible.

He Yanzhi couldn't take it anymore, and he didn't want to go to the bathroom barefoot, so he searched the bedroom again, but he still didn't have any shoes.

Just when he was about to give up, a white shadow flashed through the crack of the door, and little lucky squeezed in, his blue eyes stared straight at the other shoe on his foot, and the whole cat was staring at it.

He Yanzhi instantly understood what was going on.

Sure enough, he opened the bedroom door and saw the missing slippers outside.

Ah.

Look at the cat raised by a certain bodyguard in the past two months. When he was here, the cat never had the bad habit of holding people's slippers.

He Yanzhi hurriedly put on his shoes to solve his physical problems, only to find that Little Lucky was following him, and when he went into the toilet, the cat was squatting at the door.

"...Go away," he couldn't urinate after being stared at by the cat, "you have to follow me to the bathroom, get out quickly."

The cat was unmoved.

"You are a female cat, what does it mean to watch a man go to the toilet?"

The cat remained unmoved.

"...You won." Boss Yan had no choice but to sit instead of standing, thinking that this cat had some rotten problems.

He was so obedient when he was a child, why did he become more skinny as he grew up?

The two-legged beast went to wash up with ten out of ten doubts, and the four-legged beast turned around under his feet, stretching out its paws to scratch his ankles, and biting his trousers legs with its mouth.

He Yanzhi was really annoyed, not because he was afraid of being harassed by the cat, but because he was afraid of accidentally stepping on it.

Suddenly he had an idea and thought of a good idea-he wet his hand and flicked it with water.

Under normal circumstances, the cat should run away immediately.

However, his cat is obviously not normal.

Little Lucky just shrunk his neck, narrowed his eyes, then looked at his hair that was wet by water, and stretched out his tongue to lick it as if nothing had happened.

He Yanzhi: "?"

Is this a cat or a dog?

The next second, it made another unthinkable move—it shrank its paws on the spot, jumped up, and scrambled onto the sink.

He Yanzhi was shocked.

The toothbrush almost fell out of my mouth.

It wasn't over yet, it leaned over to the sink again, stretched out its claws to pull the switch of the faucet.

It pulls twice, the switch is really turned on, and the water flows out instantly.

He Yanzhi was dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, Little Lucky moved closer to the water and stuck out his tongue to drink.

...What kind of cat is this?

He Yanzhi almost swallowed the toothpaste foam, and quickly turned off the switch, but the uncle cat turned it off again with an unhappy expression on his face.

Close it again.

Pull it apart again.

He quickly rinsed his mouth, and pressed the switch without letting go: "I said, is there something wrong with you? Isn't that the automatic water dispenser I bought for you? If you don't use the good things, you have to come here to drink raw water?"

If there is no one at home one day, and the faucet is turned on by it, why not flood the house?

Little Lucky held down the opponent's hand with his paws, pawed it, and found that he was no match for him, so he cocked his tail, jumped down proudly, and left.

He Yanzhi: "..."

This is no longer a fairy.

This is probably the little witch.

Mr. Yan couldn't explain it all, and decided to wait for Yu Heng to come back before asking the teacher for the crime.

See how he's growing his cat.

He looked in the mirror, but he didn't see anything else, but he found that his clothes were full of safflower oil, which was dry.

Gee.

He was about to take off the clothes and throw them into the washing machine with a disgusted expression on his face, only to find that his shoulders didn't seem to hurt so much.

The medicine seems to be working a bit.

So he didn't take it off again, and decided to wear the clothes for a while.

He had just walked out of the bathroom when he heard someone open the door—it was Yu Heng.

The two looked at each other, and He Yan was surprised: "Why are you back?"

Yu Heng: "Why can't I come back? What will you eat if I don't come back?"

He looked each other up and down: "Can you get out of bed?"

"...I'm not paralyzed yet."

"Then who can say for sure."

He Yanzhi was speechless, so he heard Yu Heng say: "Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you."

"?"

"My dad said that he has already talked to the old Chinese doctor on the phone, saying that he is free tomorrow afternoon, so we can go directly to his clinic."

"..."

If He Yanzhi is an eggplant, then "seeing a doctor" must be Shuang, and when the two are put together, it becomes "Shuang's beaten eggplant".

The little bodyguard said yesterday that he had to carry it, so He Yanzhi didn't struggle at all—he couldn't beat him anyway.

In the afternoon of the second day, Yu Heng stuffed him into the SUV on time and took him to the legendary Chinese medicine clinic.

As a result, Mr. Yan, who said he was "at your disposal", started to retreat once he got in the car.

He asked nervously: "Well... Yu Heng, don't you have to go to school this afternoon?"

"I took a day off."

"You asked for leave twice in three days, isn't that good?"

Yu Heng looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Don't worry, even if I don't graduate, I will definitely send you there."

"..."

Fine.

This attitude is too firm, and there is no room for reversal.

He Yanzhi was very frustrated, so he had to turn his head to look out the window.

It happened to be June [-]st, and the weather was nice and hot.

He Yanzhi didn't feel much at home, but now he felt hot, and wanted Yu Heng to turn on the air conditioner, but thinking about it, he would definitely not agree.

He had no choice but to open the window wider, and when he passed the school, he suddenly thought of something: "Today...won't the old doctor spend Children's Day with his grandchildren or something?"

Yu Heng only needs to listen to his tone to know what he is thinking in his heart, and he doesn't need to pay attention to what he said: "Don't worry, if he promises to go to the doctor, he will go to the doctor."

"..."

Second attempt to escape medical visit failed.

The clinic is located in a small alley that is neither prosperous nor conspicuous, and it seems to be a kind of fate to find it in itself. There is a simple sign on it, which says "Chinese Medicine Clinic", and nothing else.

He Yanzhi got out of the car slowly, and suddenly reached out and poked Yu Heng: "Hey, he didn't open the door, did you see, it says, 'rest'."

A small sign on the doorknob of the clinic reads Rest.

Yu Heng glanced at it, said nothing, and was about to go up and knock on the door.

"Why are you knocking when everyone is resting?" He Yanzhi grabbed him, "Did you hear me wrong, are you sure the appointment is today? How about we come back another day?"

Yu Heng ignored his pestering and knocked on the door a few times with his knuckles.

He Yanzhi: "..."

Why is this person unreasonable?

People hang on to "rest" and insist on knocking on the door. Isn't this sick?

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened——the door was opened within half a minute, and a girl in her early twenties poked her head in: "Is this a guest reserved by Teacher Tang?"

Yu Heng nodded at her: "He's there?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a while, please come in." She said with a "please" gesture.

He Yanzhi was dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this?

Hanging "rest" is actually secretly seeing a doctor for an appointment?

When he moved into the house again, he was even more dumbfounded.

Two people were chatting inside, one should be Doctor Tang, and the other... was Yu Lisong.

so awkward.

He came to see a doctor, but he still had to see his parents.

It's not right for He Yanzhi to pass by for a while, and it's not right to turn around and run away, so he just stands there helplessly until the two people inside turn their heads to look at him at the same time.

The old Chinese doctor looked to be in his sixties, with gray hair, but very healthy, he nodded to He Yanzhi: "Here we come."

...With so many people, how can they tell at a glance that he is the one who came to see the doctor.

Old Chinese doctor Tang pointed at the girl: "This is my little apprentice, who usually helps me—don't look outside, sit down."

He Yanzhi said in his heart that you are a doctor and you can't see outside, we are patients, so you can see that outside is tight. He looked at Yu Heng and then at Yu Lisong, not knowing whether he should step left foot first or right foot first.

Yu Heng pushed him in front of old Chinese doctor Tang, and then gave Yu Lisong a wink: "Dad, I have something to tell you, please come out."

Yu Lisong immediately followed him to the cubicle, and patted He Yanzhi on the shoulder as he passed by.

Mr. Yan is afraid of only one profession in his life, and that is doctors.At this moment, he was so fidgety, he could only keep smiling, pretending that he didn't want to run away.

"Don't be nervous, just sit down," old Chinese doctor Tang invited again, "I can only treat you if you cooperate, right?"

He Yanzhi had no choice but to sit down, cleared his throat: "Are you looking, smelling, asking, or cutting?"

The other party smiled: "Hand."

That seems to be "cut".

He Yanzhi stretched out his hand obediently, because he usually stretched out his left hand when drawing blood, so he also stretched out his left hand.

The old Chinese doctor didn't say anything, and after the diagnosis: "The other one."

He Yanzhi had no choice but to stretch out his right hand again.

The other party took the pulse and pondered for a while: "Have you had a car accident two years ago?"

He Yan was taken aback, then nodded.

"The injury was not serious, but it was basically healed later."

He Yanzhi continued to nod.

"I went to the south two months ago, but I didn't get used to the climate there. The cold and damp entered my body. Now I have pain in my shoulders, back, knees, and fingers? I feel that I can't lift my arms, bend my waist, bend my knees, and hold my fingers tightly. ?”

He Yanzhi nodded repeatedly.

"Have you ever had a similar illness before?"

He Yanzhi shook his head.

"Hmm..." The old doctor continued to ponder, "At your age, it's not difficult to get treatment, but I don't think you really want to cooperate..."

"Cooperate, I will definitely cooperate," He Yanzhi hurriedly said, "How do you want to treat me?"

The other party stood up: "This way."

He Yanzhi followed him to the compartment. Yu Heng and the others happened to be here. He hurried up and said softly, "Isn't he amazing? I checked my pulse twice, and you know that I passed out two months or two years ago." What happened, what disease did you have?"

"...Are you stupid?" Yu Heng looked at him with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, "I gave him your medical records long ago, and I told him everything I didn't have. It's no wonder he didn't know."

He Yanzhi: "Oh."

There is a bed in the cubicle, which is separated from the consulting room by a curtain.As soon as he saw what the old Chinese doctor was holding, the hairs all over his body stood on end: "Isn't it, really pulling it out?"

"Then why not?" Yu Heng was still laughing beside him, "Such a good back, what a pity not to pull out the pot?"