Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1652: Had a Small Stroke

Basically, Yang Yuhui had a small stroke.

The traditional Chinese dicine doctor prescribed many kinds of traditional dicine and told Yang Yuhui to go back ho and nurse his health.

Yang Yuhui was angered to death. He just wanted his face to beco a bit more normal. Not only did he have drool flowing out uncontrollably out of the corner of his mouth, his mouth had also beco crooked.

Although the crookedness wasn’t serious, it seriously affected his image. He wanted to establish himself in the entertainnt circle in the future. Even if he wasn’t the most handso man in the world, he still had to look normal at the very least.

When Yang Yuhui tried to talk, his tongue would get tied up in knots and it would feel as if he had a mouthful of water inside his mouth. It was extrely hard to talk. As soon as he opened his mouth, saliva would flow out.

How could he negotiate business with people when he was like this?

Yang Yuhui was so anxious that his facial muscles twitched a few tis. He spit out the saliva in his mouth. “Is there… a faster thod?”

Yang Yuhui felt like there were ants and insects crawling on his face. His face felt so itchy that he wanted to die. He couldn’t relieve the itchiness even if he scratched it.

This kind of itch was an itch of the heart. It was too uncomfortable.

“This kind of disease cos quickly, but it’s not easy to cure,” said the traditional Chinese dicine doctor.

Yang Yuhui’s heart spasd in pain. How many opportunities would he miss this ti? Not to ntion he had been reborn.

His hands were swollen, so he couldn’t write drafts. His mouth was crooked, so he couldn’t speak clearly.

How in the world would he be able to write drafts?

Yang Yuhui felt an unprecedented despair. This despair made Yang Yuhui extrely panic-stricken.

After being reborn with great difficulty, he got this strange disease before he could even do anything.

What was the aning of his rebirth? Did the heavens just want to play around with his life?

He had spent the entirety of his last life in disappointnt and frustration. Even though he had a search system this life, he was still plagued with disasters.

The heavens were evil!

Yang Yuhui returned to his apartnt, trembling all over. The chills were very violent, and alternated between hot and cold.

Yang Yuhui laid down on the bed and wrapped himself up in the blanket.

The corners of his mouth were slightly crooked, and his facial features looked grotesque.

Yang Yuhui felt severe pain in his hands. They were scalding, as if they had been boiled. The swelling was so severe that he couldn’t even bend his fingers.

Yang Yuhui picked up the phone with difficulty and called Fang nghan.

Yang Yuhui couldn’t even speak clearly now. Drool flowed out of the corners of his mouth as he said with difficulty, “Co… co here.”

On the other end of the phone, Fang nghan couldn’t make out Yang Yuhui’s indistinct words at all. She checked the caller ID again.

It was really her senior brother. Had he pressed the wrong button? She shouted, “Senior Brother, are you there?”

When Yang Yuhui heard Fang nghan’s words, he leaned over the edge of the bed and spit out the saliva in his mouth. Then, he roared loudly, “I said co over!”

Unexpectedly, he said this sentence really well. The words were very articulate.

Fang nghan bit her lip before packing her bag and going to Yang Yuhui’s house.

Ning Shu leaned against her computer chair and watched as Fang nghan left to go to Yang Yuhui’s place. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a mistake last night.

Could it be that it was too dark out so she didn’t prick the right acupuncture points? Why did it sound like Yang Yuhui was perfectly fine?

If she had failed this ti, Yang Yuhui would definitely be on his guard and she wouldn’t have another chance to attack.

Pity.

Translator: Lili

Translator: Kaho