Mululuzai examined it carefully.

"Marshal, you have overdrawn your mental strength, and there are some injuries in your brain, you may feel headaches, dizziness, roaring in both ears, or memory loss and confusion, which are all sequelae of brain damage. It is necessary to recuperate and recover. You must not use force for a short period of time, you must not use rapid potions such as strength amplification and mental augmentation, and you must not overexert yourself. ”

"Also, brain damage is not a trivial matter. The fatigue just mentioned by the subordinate does not only refer to the body, but also cannot be overused on weekdays, and can only be used for simple entertainment. ”

Muluru: "I hope that the marshal can recuperate according to the doctor's instructions, otherwise it may leave a dark wound." After all, mental damage is different from ordinary physical injuries. ”

"Did you hear that?"

The young man's black and white peach blossom eyes blinked, his right hand supported his chin, and he smiled and said, "Why don't you find a closed warehouse and stuff me in directly?" Isn't that simpler? ”

The voice seems to be a stream flowing through the ears, and it sounds peaceful and gentle on the surface, but there is a hidden unhappiness underneath.

Mululu pondered for two seconds and spoke slowly, "Your Excellency Marshal's proposal can be considered. ”

"If you agree......"

Mululu's words slowly weakened, and disappeared in the marshal's cold eyes.

The old man shrank his head and struggled to survive on the verge of death, "Of course, a warrior as powerful as Lord Marshal has unmatched self-control, so naturally he doesn't need this kind of mentally retarded method of recuperating his wounds. ”

Marshal Yan patted the bed dissatisfied, and glared at the old man with a sneer, "What do you think of Young Master Ben, an underage doll?!" ”

Locked in the closed warehouse to recuperate, the parents of the star field were worried that the injured child would not be sensible, and he would run around and make trouble, so he was sent to the closed warehouse for treatment.

Mululu lowered his head, and was suppressed by the aura of the head of the family, so he didn't dare to speak, so he could only mutter, "Then you are really not an adult......

Before the head of the family shot Mu Lulu to death, Yuan Jing hurriedly grabbed the two military doctors and quickly dragged them out, "Master of the family, Qibul is also seriously injured, I will hurry up and ask them to take a look, so as not to make General Qibul's injuries worse." ”

Young Master Yan said a phone call just now, her lips were pale at this moment, and pinprick-like pain came up, she pursed her lips slightly, and her picturesque eyebrows were full of irritability.

The boy's palm, which hung at his side, slowly tightened.

This body is too weak and weak.

She clenched her palms and slowly let go, always feeling a nameless fire in her heart.

Irritability and anxiety.

There is no source for this dazed anxiety.

Although Yan Tao is in power and acts openly and recklessly, he has never been harsh on his friends and subordinates.

The words of reprimand just now seemed to come out without thinking, and when he came back to his senses, Mululu was already gone.

She didn't know if it was this weak state, or the pain of overdrawing her mental strength, which made her want to get angry.

Irritability and restlessness.

The boy pursed his lips and frowned.

Disturbed?

What is she upset about?

Could it be that he has been in a coma for too long, and even his senses have problems?!

"It's normal that you're just sober and can't control your temper."

Yun Kuo stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the young man's black hair, chuckled, and comforted her, "Mululu is a military doctor, he knows your state, don't blame yourself too much." ”

Yan Tao only felt that the current state made her annoyed, nodded absentmindedly, picked up the quilt to cover herself, and stuffed her head under the quilt.