The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 20: Pinocchio developed new abilities?
Shen Le stood silently beside the bed, watching the child's father pulling the silk thread and trying to perform for the child. The singing was hoarse, the female falsetto could not be sung, and even the male voice was out of tune.

However, in the midst of the chaos, there is a special focus:
"I must fulfill my responsibilities while I am alive..."

My child, your father is not a good father. He did not fulfill his responsibilities and pushed you to the point of jumping off the building.

But believe me, Dad, he will work hard to be a good dad in the future!
"How can an inch of land belong to others?"

Get well, child. You must get well.

Your legs, your lumbar spine, your spine, your nerves, must be healed, okay? We won't be paralyzed, okay?
"What's the use of talking about the princes and clowns? I can stop millions of soldiers with one sword——"

That little illness and injury are nothing!

Let’s work hard, let’s cheer up, let’s get better!

He choked up as he sang, tears unknowingly flowing out of his eyes and all over his face.

On the hospital bed, Zhang Zihan opened his eyes wide and looked at his tearful father, a little surprised and a little panicked:
"Dad, Dad, don't cry... I don't feel any pain, I don't feel any pain anymore..."

Shen Le stood silently by the side, watching the man clumsily pulling the puppet and singing the out-of-tune lines to cheer the child up.

In his eyes, the strings hanging on the puppet were not stretched straight at all. The puppet was pulling itself and dancing for itself.

During the dance, a circle of light glowed faintly on the puppet's body, expanding and contracting with each breath.

Wherever the aperture reached, the gloomy and dark atmosphere in the ward was sucked in and then silently turned into nothingness.

Every time he swallowed and vomited, the child's expression became a little brighter, and even the other patient in the ward, and even the patients and their families who squeezed in to watch, their expressions relaxed a little...

Huh?
Xiaoling is quite capable!
What ability is this?
Shen Le looked sideways. Before he could figure out what was going on, a voice rose from far outside the ward:
"The child has feeling in his legs?! - Make way, make way!"

The crowd reluctantly dispersed, leaving a narrow passage.

A man in a white coat followed the child's mother and squeezed in. He turned around and glared at the strangers who filled half of the ward:

"Go away! Go away! What are you all doing here? Aren't you a relative of the patient? You're not either? - Get out! Get out!"

He drove the strangers out of the ward, closed the door, drew the bed curtain, and turned around, his expression changed immediately. He leaned over the bed with a friendly face:
"Little boy, where does it hurt?"

"My legs hurt..."

"Well, the doctor knows. Come on, bear with me for a moment while we check. Is what I'm touching now your left foot or your right foot?"

"Left foot!"

"Move the toes of your left foot? - Yeah, good, good! Now try, curl up all five toes of your left foot? Right foot? Can you move the sole of your left foot? The sole of your right foot?"

After a thorough inspection, the man in the white coat straightened his back and said with certainty:
"The patient has feeling in the nerves of his lower limbs and can move. It seems that the previous lack of feeling may be caused by spinal hematoma and nerve compression. There is hope for recovery."

In an instant, the child's father and mother hugged each other and burst into tears.

Shen Le took back the puppet and tiptoed out, leaving some space for the doctor and the family.

After walking out of the hospital and back to the street, it was already dark. Shen Le slowly returned to Nanhua Street. For some reason, he suddenly felt hungry and his stomach was growling. He was anxious and worried:

He looked around and saw that only one-third of the houses on the old street had lights on, and most of them were occupied by residents.

There was only a restaurant at the end of the old street, across the water from Yuantong Zen Temple, with a sign of "Tianxianglou" hanging on it. The neon lights were shining brightly, and the warm light shone directly from the store. Shen Le walked there without thinking:

That restaurant is famous for selling mutton. It is a bit expensive, Shen Le usually can't bear to eat it, but today, he just wants to reward himself!
Fixed Pinocchio!

The copper sheet has grown!

The child was cured, at least he is no longer paralyzed!
Moreover, it seems, as if, as if, the knot between the child and the father is beginning to be untied?
After doing so many good things, I totally deserve to reward myself with a big meal! Isn't it just lamb? I'll pay for it!
The mutton in Zhuxi Town is a local specialty. Every summer, starting from the beginning of the dog days, every household eats mutton, and it has a reputation of "a bowl of mutton soup in the dog days is worth the money."

Tianxianglou’s mutton is even more famous. People often drive 60 kilometers from Binhai City to come to this restaurant to eat mutton.

Even though a pound of boiled lamb costs 120 yuan and a pound of braised lamb costs 150 yuan, it cannot stop the large number of diners.

The sale starts at nine in the morning and there are long queues on the street at noon. By three or four in the afternoon, all the meat and soup are sold out, leaving no one left to lick the plates.

Fortunately, they are not sold out today. Shen Le rushed into the restaurant and shouted:

"Boss, give me a bowl of braised lamb noodles! Add some meat!"

"what?"

Several surprised voices were heard simultaneously in front of the counter, at the kitchen door, and in the restaurant lobby.

Shen Le looked up and saw three or five diners in the lobby turning their heads to look at him, as if they had seen something incredible:
"How did you get in?"

"I..." Shen Le looked around blankly. The lobby was filled with aromas, a large pot of broth was boiling by the door, and the light shone through the glass onto the curb. Everything seemed normal...

"Is this how I got in?"

"Young man, we're sold out today, you can go now!"

The proprietress came out of the kitchen holding a large tray and said with a smile. Before she finished speaking, a diner in the corner of the lobby suddenly spoke up:

"Hey, meeting is fate. Madam, since he can come in, give him a bowl of rice."

Shen Le was stunned for a moment, looked at the proprietress, and then turned his gaze to the diner who had spoken.

The diner was sitting in the most remote corner of the restaurant, wearing a simplest white old man's sweatshirt, a pair of beach pants, and a pair of plastic slippers. He was as casual as he could be.

He looks to be about 25 or 26 years old, but his outfit does not look out of place among the group of old men playing chess on the street corner.

Shen Le looked at him carefully and couldn't see anything strange.

The only thing that was out of place was that opposite the diner, sat a beautiful young girl with long satin-like hair tied into a bun and hanging down her back.

In front of the two of them, there were five or six plates and bowls, which had been cleaned up. The girl was holding a colorful ice cream and eating it with a smile on her face.

The man only said this one sentence and stopped talking. He turned his gaze back to the girl opposite him and stared at her quietly, with joy in his eyes.

Shen Le: ...I feel like I was fed a mouthful of dog food...

Wait, why do I need him to tell me whether to sell mutton noodles or not?
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