Yang Shifeng was pressing Song Baozhu's legs that he wanted to kick, so that his forehead was covered in sweat, but he didn't move in the slightest, which also allowed Eleven to smoothly take the bone back to its original position.
Now that the bones are connected, all they need to do next is to slowly restore the bones to their original shape. Eleven finds out the corresponding herbs and mashes them up, puts them on Song Baozhu's legs, and wraps them in layers of gauze.
Seeing that Eleven had put his hand away, the Song family hurried forward, and Mother Song asked, "Doctor Eleven, is this okay?"
Eleven nodded, "Come here every two days to change the medicine, and just drink the medicine according to the prescription I gave." Eleven went to the yard and grabbed a few kinds of herbs from the herbs she had handled. Proportionally and carefully prepare them and hand them over to the Song family.
The Song family was overjoyed, took the medicine bag happily, and carried Song Baozhu back to Uncle Yang's house.
At this time, Yang Shifeng brought a basin of water on the table, "Eleven, wash your hands."
Eleven was about to wash his hands when the water came, he couldn't help smiling at Yang Shifeng, "Thank you."
Yang Shifeng smiled and didn't say anything. He sat in front of the wood in the yard again, picked up the tool and planed the wood.
Eleven squatted in front of him and watched his rough hands move skillfully and quickly on the wood. After a while, a prototype of a medicine box came out. Yang Shifeng picked up the grinding tool and began to polish it carefully on the wooden box. After polishing a cup of tea, a beautiful looking medicine box was completed, and it was divided into compartments, which could be classified into different categories.
Eleven was satisfied, "Yang Shifeng, you are a good carpenter."
Yang Shifeng smiled and shook his head, "It's far worse than Grandpa."
Eleven took the medicine box and looked at it carefully, tilted his head to see what Yang Shifeng was still doing, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yang Shifeng pursed his lips and smiled while drawing lines on the wood with a charcoal head, "You'll find out later."
Eleven saw that he was still mysterious, shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions, just watched from the side, and when he looked at it, he saw that a delicate swing was formed.
Eleven was surprised, "Yang Shifeng, are you making a swing?"
Yang Shifeng nodded, picked up the two thick ropes he had prepared, walked under the big tree in the yard, threw the rope on the thickest branch, and replied, "I will make you a swing. play."
In fact, Yang Shifeng was afraid that Eleven would be bored. Usually, when he had nothing to do, he would see Eleven squatting in front of the chicken coop to watch the chickens. He was afraid that she would be bored, so he thought of making a swing for her, and he could play in the yard when he had nothing to do.
Eleven became interested and went under the tree to watch Yang Shifeng's swing. She knows about swings, but she has never played them, because in the last days they are all played by children under the age of six. She was locked in the experimental base when she was a child, and it is impossible to come into contact with it. Going out, there is no time and mood to play this. Maybe when I was playing, I was given by my opponent, and I didn't know how to die when I died.
However, she never expected to come here, she actually has an exclusive swing! Rao Shi-11 has always had no interest in playing, and now he is full of expectations.
Yang Shifeng looked at Eleven's bright eyes, with a soft smile in his eyes. He climbed up the tree in two or three times, tied the rope he just threw up to the branch, and then jumped down again, fixing the other end of the rope to the swing. board.
Yang Shifeng didn't dare to let Eleven try first, but he sat up first, pressed down hard, and swung a couple of times. After confirming that the swing was all right, he stood up and let out the swing. : "Okay, you can play, you can try it."
Eleven smiled when he heard the words, ran over immediately, sat on the swing, put his feet on the ground, and the person swayed up, the breeze brushed across his face, as if flying.
Eleven laughed involuntarily, and the laughter was particularly clear, "Yang Shifeng, I'm flying."
At this moment, Eleven is happy like a child, not at all normal, but such Eleven makes Yang Shifeng's whole person soft, and the warmth of happiness fills his entire chest. If Eleven can be exposed every day With such a smile, he would do anything.
Yang Shifeng stood silently behind Eleven, "Eleven, can I push you?"
Eleven nodded, "Okay, then you have to push it higher."
"Okay, then hurry up." Yang Shifeng smiled, stretched out his hand to grab the rope, and pushed it hard, Eleven was sent high into the air, and suddenly, the whole yard was filled with Eleven's laughter.
Grandpa Yang saw the two people in the yard through the window of the room, and laughed silently, and the corners of his eyes were quietly wet.
If only these two kids had been like this.
Eleven played for a while before resting. He sat on the swing and swayed slowly, watching Yang Shifeng banging on the ground again. Yang Shifeng was making a pair of walking sticks for Grandpa Yang this time. Eleven said that Yang Shifeng Grandpa can try to walk around with a cane and let his legs try to start working hard, so that he can recover slowly.
Eleven looked at his flexible hands for a while, and said in a chatty manner: "You are so good at carpentry, you can completely decorate the house yourself in the future. You can make whatever you want, and you can decorate it beautifully."
When Yang Shifeng heard the words, he was stunned and then smiled, and said: "Now the furniture in the house is all made by my grandfather when he first got married, and he has not changed it for so many years. Because of his illness, he has no time or mood to change it. There's nothing in it." The money for the medicine for grandpa's medical treatment would cost him all his time and energy, so naturally he didn't have the heart to decorate the house, and of course, he couldn't bear the money, but if he wanted to get married in the future, the family would It really can't be like that in there.
Yang Shifeng glanced at Eleven, then lowered his head again to do the things in his hand, while doing it, he asked Eleven casually: "What if it was you? If you came to decorate the house, how would you like to arrange it?"
Eleven didn't think much about it, and followed Yang Shifeng's words to think about it, but what I remembered are some modern decoration styles, which are definitely impossible to achieve here, at least there are no such things as toilets, showers and bathtubs.
If it's here, what's the best look that can be made? Eleven held his cheeks and thought about it in his head, then tried to say, "Well... at least the roof should be tiled, the thatch is too ugly and too weak, and then the walls should be painted with white ash. On the top, the whole wall is white and bright, and the room looks bright."
Yang Shifeng stopped his movements and listened carefully, "Then what?"
"And then, the ground can't be mud, it must be covered with smooth stone bricks, just like the restaurants in town."
"As for the rest, the most important thing is the toilet. The toilet must be clean, there must be no odor, and the toilet must be flushed with water, and then there must be a tub in the toilet, which can be connected to a water pipe, whether it is to discharge or fill water. It's convenient, you can take a shower in the toilet every day." Eleven hates the toilet here, it's really disgusting, if she can, she really doesn't want to go in at all.
But Eleven laughed as she talked, and felt like she was talking in vain. The people here must not understand what she said. After all, no one has seen modern decoration. Yang Shifeng probably heard it in a fog, right
Eleven smiled and asked Yang Shifeng, "Don't you understand? I'm just kidding."
Yang Shifeng pursed his lips and shook his head, without saying anything, he lowered his head and continued to make crutches.
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Yang Shifeng's walking stick has been made for several days. After finishing it, several layers of cloth are wrapped around it. It is also specially treated with anti-slip treatment underground, so that it will not hurt when it is clamped under the armpit, and it will not slip when walking. .
At this time, Eleven asked Yang Shifeng to help Grandpa Yang out of bed and tried to walk with a cane.
Yang Shifeng put the walking stick beside the bed, first helped Grandpa Yang out of the bed, and then put the walking stick under his armpit.
Grandpa Yang put his hands on the crossbar of the walking stick and held it tightly, and slowly touched his feet to the ground. Then, his legs touched the ground with a little force. With this force, Grandpa Yang's brows immediately wrinkled, and sweat broke out. come out.
Yang Shifeng supported Grandpa Yang worriedly, not daring to let go, "Master, are you okay with this?"
Grandpa Yang nodded with sweat, "Okay, my legs are strong, but it hurts a little, but I can't lie on the bed all the time, I have to slowly try to walk hard, Shi Feng, don't use it. With such great strength to help me, I will do it myself."
Eleven also said on the side: "Yang Shifeng, you just need to protect yourself, let Grandpa Yang exert himself, and it will be better if you walk more."
Yang Shifeng nodded and slowly removed the strength from his arm, allowing Grandpa Yang to support himself.
Grandpa Yang stabilized, bit his lip, and slowly stepped out with his right foot. When he took one step out, he was so tired that he gasped for breath, but the result was still very gratifying. For Grandpa Yang, who has been in bed for more than ten years, it was a great surprise.
Grandpa Yang rekindled hope for life.
"Shi Feng, you can see grandpa, don't help me, you can take your time." The old man aroused his fighting spirit.
Seeing this, Yang Shifeng didn't stop him, he opened his hand to protect him, and let Grandpa Yang move slowly.
Grandpa Yang endured the pain and panted and moved step by step, moved from the bed to the door, then sat on the chair for half an hour, then continued to stand up, and slowly moved from the door to the door of the main room, Then he saw his own yard.
Grandpa Yang's eyes were red with excitement, and his voice was choked, "Shi Feng, grandpa hasn't stood here to look at his yard for many years. I didn't expect this opportunity when I was old. Grandpa is lucky. ah."
Yang Shifeng silently patted Grandpa Yang's arm, turned his head and smiled at Eleven.
He knew that all this was due to Eleven, and meeting her was the greatest luck in his life.
At this time, someone passed by the gate of Yang Shifeng's house, and inadvertently glanced in, only to see Grandpa Yang standing at the door of the main room. , found that it was really Grandpa Yang himself, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he walked in directly.
"Old Yang, are you ready? Can you stand?" the visitor asked in surprise.
Grandpa Yang laughed when he saw the person coming, and answered cheerfully: "Lao Li, I can't think that I can recover after being paralyzed for more than ten years? Haha, I also can't think of it, thanks to the eleventh doctor, she is considered a Give me a complete cure, can't I go now?"
The person who came was Mr. Li, who was the same generation as Grandpa Yang. The two were friends for many years. Later, Grandpa Yang was paralyzed in bed, and Mr. Li would come to see Grandpa Yang during the New Year and holidays.
Grandpa Li stepped forward to support Grandpa Yang, and patted him on the chest, "Okay, old man, you are really lucky, this is great, and when you are well, we will go to the fields together! "
Grandpa Yang laughed loudly, "That's not it, wait for me to get better, I'm still faster than you in cutting rice."
The two elders laughed again.