The paper airplane was folded very delicately and compactly, and it was different from the paper airplanes I used to see when I was a child.
Feng Yan took the candies off the paper airplane and put them all in the drawer.
Hu Xuan said: "Mr. Feng, when your wound is healed, I will contact the rehabilitation specialist to come over."
The doctor said that there is a 70% to 80% chance that Mr. Feng’s leg will become disabled, which means he will become lame.
Feng Yan didn't dare to think about it.
What can't you think about?
I dare not imagine myself walking with a limp.
He was well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. Even though his relationship with Feng Zhengyang was not harmonious later, he was still the eldest young master of the Feng family. He was a rich young man outside. No matter in school or at some gatherings, he was the one who was praised.
.
Until he got a job later, he was also a high-ranking CEO.
Charity, pity, sympathy, disdain, no one has ever dared to cast such eyes on him.
Now that he has to face those things suddenly, Feng Yan cannot accept it no matter how strong his psychology is.
Such emergencies can only be endured by those who have grown up frustrated.
Feng Yan came back to his senses and said, "Let's talk about it then."
Hu Xuan could feel what he was thinking and didn't say anything more.
I couldn't persuade him, because I didn't dare to lift my legs casually, for fear that Mr. Feng would lose control of his emotions.
The days in the hospital were a bit quiet.
Except for Feng Wan and Sun Xiao, only Laifu would sometimes sneak over by himself.
Yes, he came here secretly.
Because no one gave it as a gift, it couldn't ride in a car, so it had to rely on its iron legs to find it.
Once, he pulled out a fifty yuan note from the study, held it in his hand, walked out, and hailed a taxi.
As a result, after he got on the bus, reported his address accurately, and put fifty yuan on the driver's lap...
The driver rolled his eyes and fainted.
At that time, Leif got out of the car and dragged the unconscious driver to the back seat, where he sat in.
When it was trying to start the car, it was stopped by Liu Tan.
From a distance, Liu Tan thought he had seen it wrong, but when he got closer, he realized that it was really Laifu!!!
While dragging Leif back, Liu Tan asked: "You can actually drive???"
Leif was being carried back by two people, his big eyes flashing, "Whether I can drive or not is not the main thing, the main thing is how a driver with this kind of mental quality can be qualified for this position? Why is he fainting?"
"Of course he will faint! If it were you, a robot would get in the car, give you money, and ask you to take him somewhere. Wouldn't you faint?" Liu Tan asked him to get into the car angrily.
Leif turned his head, "What's so confusing? Can't robots take taxis? Who do you think I am? I'm just a pig. I gave you money, why did you refuse to take me?"
Liu Tan got into the car and took a deep breath: "...Where are you going?"
"Hospital." Laifu looked forward, as steady as a boss, "Look at Feng Yan."
Withdrawing the memories narrated by Liu Tan, Feng Yan raised the corner of his mouth in a rare move.
"Clang clang clang!"
There was a knock on the ward.
Feng Yan looked back, "How did you get here?"
"on foot."
Leif came over, and when he was in front of him, he raised his left leg and stood very firmly: "A broken car hit a rock and collapsed on me. The paint was scratched off. What should I do?"
At that time, it really wanted to catch up and report to the police that the other party had hit and run, but it was anxious to see Feng Yan.
"Let the maintenance man fix it for you." Feng Yan said in a more relaxed tone.
"They are not from the same batch of paint, will there be color differences?" Leif's tone seemed a little solemn.
Feng Yan: "...try to be consistent."
"That's good." Leif put down his legs and pushed him out, "Go and get some air, your face is as white as a dead man."
Feng Yan: "..."
He couldn't be angry anymore.
Once outside, Feng Yan asked: "Do higher-level chips require more input programs?"
He didn't have time to ask about the core content of the S-class chip, and he didn't dare to ask now.
Feng Yan didn't even dare to think of anything about Ye Lai.
But he suddenly discovered that Ye Lai's shadow was everywhere in his life, such as Laifu.
Leif pushed him under the tree, and then it stood upright like a pine tree, "Of course it is."
"What procedures do you have?" Feng Yan asked.
"Tone program, expression program."
Feng Yan glanced at it and said, "How can you express your expression?"
Leif turned his head towards him, and the display screen of his eyes suddenly showed two upward arcs, which looked like he was smiling, "This is a smile."
Then, the horizontal lines rose upward again, and Leif said: "This is anger."
Then, the horizontal line was flattened, and two water drops appeared on both sides, "This is tears."
"Stop." Feng Yan sighed.
It's too mechanical.
"You were curious, so I showed it to you, and I showed it to you, but you disliked it." Leif started to complain.
"Can you throw this paper airplane up?"
Perhaps because it was rare to have such free time, Feng Yan had been thinking about paper airplanes.
Leif made a paper airplane.
Feng Yan's face froze.
Leif: "...I'm sorry."
It exerted too much force and bent the paper airplane. It quickly smoothed it and asked, "Where to throw it?"
"My hospital room window."
Leif was facing the hospital building, raising his hand to hold a paper airplane and aiming it at the window.
It prepared for a while, and then swish——
Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.
As expected of a robot, its power and accuracy are unparalleled. A paper airplane can feel like throwing an iron ball.
Unfortunately, when we got to the window, it still fell.
Leif ran over to pick it up, found a distance, and threw it out again.
It tried back and forth several times without success.
Leif ran back, "Who threw it in?"
Feng Yan shook his head, "I don't know."
"Who is it?" Leif's voice was a little loud.
Feng Yan frowned, "I told you I don't know. You just got a level up. Could it be that the programmer also installed a competitive spirit in you?"
"I don't think..." Leifu paused, "an ordinary human being can be thrown in."
It can't even be thrown in.
It's so light, and there's still wind. A normal person can throw it ten meters, which is considered very powerful.
What's more, it's so high and so accurate.
Leif comforted himself: "He must not be a normal person."
It thought for a while and added: "Maybe it's a flying pig."
"Where can there be flying pigs?"
"Click!"
The small storage drawer on Laifu's body suddenly opened automatically, and it took out a comic book and thrust it in front of Feng Yan.
"Sunny pig with wings."
Feng Yan: "...get out."
Leif was very obedient and turned around and left.
Feng Yan held up his forehead: "Send me back."
It stopped and turned around, "Oh, man, beg me."
Feng Yan, who was on the verge of getting angry, seemed to lose his temper in an instant. He nodded helplessly: "Please, Laifu, send me back."
It seemed that for a moment he accepted the fact that he was disabled.
Even though his self-esteem was collapsing, he wanted to pick it up but couldn't.