I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

The bone didn't pierce the muscle, it was simply twisted in one direction, the joint was dislocated and a part of the underlying bone was broken, so it wasn't too troublesome to repair, and there was no need to use a knife.

Chen Feng had encountered many fractures of this level, but it was the first time for him to set a cat's bone.

Chen Feng half-kneeled on the ground and tugged at Maomao's hind limbs. While pulling, he gently pressed and pinched its fracture site. Within a minute, Chen Feng fixed it.

Taking out the wooden stick he had cut before to fix the cat's hind limbs, Chen Feng began to boil the plaster in a beaker.

Due to the temperature problem, not all of these raw gypsum can be used as mature gypsum, but it is enough to make do with it.

After spending more than half an hour, Chen Feng tied the two hind limbs of the raccoon cat together, tied the last piece of plaster bandage, and declared that his task was completed.

There were still three meat buns given to him by May in the schoolbag. He put the meat buns into the cat's nest, and then put the still awake cat in, and connected a small jar of water to it.

The cat's fracture was not serious, and the plaster cast could be removed in about a week, but after all the plaster was put on, I also fixed the cat's hind limbs together to prevent it from moving around before the plaster was dry.

Just find time to come over and feed him something every now and then.

Today the teachers have to work overtime to correct papers, and tomorrow the midterm exam results will be listed, and it's not even five o'clock yet, and I can go to deliver food again.

Turning around, Chen Feng found Yukino Yukinoshita standing not far away like a ghost looking at him.

"Why are you still here?"

"You're even better at speaking than I thought, Mr. Chen Feng. Also, please don't use personal pronouns to address me all the time. My name is Yukinoshita Yukino."

"Under the snow...?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "Student under the snow, you can continue to stand here, I have to go."

The moment the two passed by, Yukinoshita Yukino said:

"What about the cat...?"

"If there is no accident, it is alive."

"That's it..."

"That's right." Chen Feng turned around and threw an apple he just got to Yukinoshita Yukino, "The reward for your help."

"..."

Holding the apple, Yukinoshita Yukino was silent for a long time, and only after Chen Feng's back disappeared completely did she check whether there were any strange pinholes on the apple.

"What a... weirdo."

The fire on the ground has been extinguished and cleaned by him, as if no one has been there at all, and the small yard behind the old school building has once again returned to tranquility.

Under the stray cat under the wooden plank, Chen Feng's school uniform jacket was still on...

Walking outside the school, Chen Feng called Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Hello?"

"Stinky bitch."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I've run out of coats, can I remake two?"

"You've only had it a week! Where did you get your coat?"

"Sent it out."

"..."

There was only the sound of someone's breathing coming from the other end of the phone, and after a few seconds, the phone was hung up with Hiratsuka Jing's 'roll'.

In the evening, Chen Feng received a text message when he got home from get off work.

'Come pick it up in my office tomorrow morning. '

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ps: Tickets——

Chapter 34 Laughing and crying are not contradictory

What is the criterion for judging whether they are the same person?

soul? memory?

This question has been debated from beginning to end, and there has never been an absolutely accurate answer.

But what is memory equivalent to a person?

It seems to be a mass of ashes, but there is still warmth in the depths of the ashes.

Chen Feng has always been a dreamer, but every time he wakes up from a dream, he often doesn't know what he was frightened by in the dream, and he doesn't know what he dreamed... …

The room was pitch black, except for the poor-quality curtains, where there was still a little bit of yellowish light.

With the help of them, Chen Feng was not completely trapped in darkness, but was accompanied by spots of light.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, and there were bursts of soreness between his brows. Those strong and powerful hands were pinching the sheets, only the feeling of coldness and wetness was conveyed to his brain at the same moment.

The violent movement caused the sweat beads on his forehead and cheeks to gather together, which could not bear the heavy fall and scattered on his quilt.

There was a faint pain in his head, and Chen Feng sat for a long time covering his face with his hands.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sharp pain in his throat made him cough unnaturally a few times, but the vibrating lungs wanted him to continue coughing. With his chapped lips trembling slightly, Chen Feng took a sniff, and slowly got up to take some cold medicine.

It's rare that Chen Feng caught a cold after many years.

After taking the medicine, he lay back on the bed, but tossed and turned for a long time...

He can't remember when he fell into a light sleep.

He had a dream, very light, but very deep.

Here comes the departed, they come to greet the departed...

To say it was indifferent, it was because Chen Feng knew that the dead were gone after all, they were swept away by the wind like the yellow sand, and no matter how hard they tried, they would never come back.

It was profound because... Chen Feng had seen them before he died, and they did come. Everyone gathered together, obviously everyone was smiling, but deep in the smiles were regret and sadness.

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