"It looks good."
"I'll poke you a little. Do you feel pain?"
"Of course, I do!" Chen Xiaowang was so mad that he scolded his colleagues, but it just caused him to feel sore and in pain. Therefore, he quickly calmed down and laid down on his back, "Stop teasing me. In another nine hours, I'll need to go to work. If my wound tears, I will scold you."
The colleagues who surrounded the bed naturally ignored Chen Xiaowang. They still walked around while thinking about how to poke Chen Xiaowang to be sure of his condition.
Chen Xiaowang narrowed his eyes. He did not even watch the television, which was close to him. While he was on guard against his colleagues, he felt smug.
"Old Chen, you're grinning so widely you look like the Joker. Did you put a knife to your own mouth, Old Chen?" Old Piao came again today. He recorded a few data and played in front of the bed. He looked at Chen Xiaowang and felt slightly envious.
