Chapter 1212

Muluzi checked carefully.

"Marshal, you overdraw your mental strength. There are some injuries in your brain. You may feel headache, dizziness, roaring of both ears, or memory impairment and confusion. These are the sequelae of brain damage. You must rest and recover. You can't use force in a short time. You can't use rapid drugs such as strength increase and mental increase, and you can't work too hard."

"Also, brain damage is not a trivial matter. The tiredness mentioned by my subordinates just now does not only refer to physical tiredness, and I can't use my brain too much on weekdays. I can only have simple entertainment."

Mululu: "I hope Marshal can cultivate his body according to the doctor's advice, otherwise he may leave a secret injury. After all, mental damage is different from ordinary physical injury."

"Did you hear that?"

The boy's black and white peach blossom eyes blinked, his right hand propped up his chin, smiled and said, "why don't you find a closed warehouse and plug me in directly? Isn't it easier?"

The voice is like a stream flowing through my ears. It sounds peaceful and gentle on the surface, but it's unhappy underneath.

Mululu pondered for two seconds and spoke slowly, "your proposal can be considered."

"If you agree..."

Mululu's words slowly weakened and disappeared in Marshal Sen's cold eyes.

The old man shrunk his head and struggled to survive on the edge of death. "Of course, a soldier as strong as marshal has incomparable self-control. Naturally, he doesn't need this mentally retarded way to heal."

Marshal Yan patted the bed discontentedly, sneered and stared at the old man, "what do you think of me, a minor doll?!"

Locked in the closed warehouse to recover from injuries, the parents of Xingyu sent them to the closed warehouse for treatment because they were worried that the injured children were not sensible and made trouble.

Mulu lowered his head and was too afraid to speak under the pressure of the master's aura. He could only whisper, "then you are really not an adult..."

Before the master shot to kill mululu, Yuan Jing quickly grabbed the two military doctors and quickly dragged them out, "master, qiboer is also seriously injured. I hurried to ask them to have a look, so as not to aggravate general qiboer's injury."

Young master Yan just said a call. At the moment, her lips turned white and needle like pain surged up. She pursed her lips slightly, and her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were full of irritability.

The boy's palm hanging on his side tightened slowly.

This body is too weak.

She clenched her hand and slowly let go. She always felt a nameless fire in her heart.

Irritable and anxious.

There was no source for this confused anxiety.

Although Yan Tao is in power, he is arrogant and reckless, but he never criticizes his friends and subordinates.

The words of reprimand just now seemed to speak without thinking. When he returned to his mind, mulu had gone.

She didn't know whether it was this weak state or the excessive pain of mental overdraft that made her want to get angry.

Irritable and restless.

The boy pursed his lips and frowned.

Uneasy?

What is she upset about?

Is it difficult to be in a coma for too long, with sensory problems?!

"It's normal that you just wake up and can't control your temper."

Yun Kuo stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the boy's black hair, smiled low and comforted her, "mulu is a military doctor. He knows your state and doesn't have to blame himself."

Yantao only felt that her current state upset her, nodded absently, lifted the quilt to cover herself, and stuffed her head under the quilt.