Telling Them
Shen Wuxiao saw that things were about done, and the cast had been put on.
While Xiao Yifeng's little-sister personality was still around, he instructed the doctors to dress him in a cute little skirt.
Hugging a doll, he looked very happy too.
As for Shen Wuxiao, once the matter was settled, he flicked his sleeves and departed, hiding his achievements and fame!
He and Huang Luoyan left the operating room.
When the two of them came out, Xiao Yifeng's subordinates had already stepped forward.
"Doctor, Doctor, how is he? How is he?"
Shen Wuxiao nodded. "The surgery was a success. The prosthetic limb has been successfully fitted."
"But there's a problem. You need to be mentally prepared!"
Xiao Yifeng's subordinates froze. There was something else?
"Doctor, please tell us!"
Shen Wuxiao sighed. "The patient must have suffered some enormous shock. During the surgery just now, he kept clamoring to wear skirts and hug dolls."
"According to our authoritative doctors' assessment, this is post-traumatic stress syndrome. His behavior may be rather strange, but don't worry, it will only last for a while."
"During this period, you must do your best to cooperate with him. Even if he wears a skirt or suddenly questions what exactly is going on, you must go along with him."
Those subordinates were quick-witted.
It had to be what happened to Uncle Ji and the others—it had inflicted too great a psychological trauma on the Young Master.
"Doctor, we understand. We just need to go along with him, right?"
Shen Wuxiao nodded. "Right, cooperate with him. If he questions you, tell him it was his own request, so his subjective consciousness can accept it."
"Of course, if he tore off the skirt, you'd better have another one ready. He'll still want it."
The subordinates