Hence Luo Feng slowly carried Princess Bulma and placed her on the sofa in his office.
He found a blanket and gently covered her with it.
This childhood friend really gave him a headache. Although it was very troublesome, he seemed to be enjoying it.
The next morning, Bulma walked into Sun Wukong's ward and found everyone there.
What was worth celebrating was that Sun Wukong had also woken up from his coma and was looking at Bulma with a bitter smile.
On the other hand, Immortal Jia Lin and Turtle Hermit were whispering to each other.
"It seems that the immortal beans are useless. I didn't expect Miss Bulma to have such an awesome doctor friend.”
"It seems that Wukong's recovery is only a matter of time.”Turtle Hermit, who was beside him, nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Yes, that kid. I've known him since he was young. At that time, he was one of the weirdest little guys I knew. I didn't expect him to have such achievements now.”
Seeing that everyone had already swept away the haze, they were all chatting and laughing.
Bulma did not care about the discussions of the crowd and walked straight to Sun Wukong's bed.
"How are you?"
Sun Wukong gave Bulma a helpless and bitter smile.
"It hurts, it hurts. There's nothing else.”
At this moment, Clint pulled Bulma's sleeve and whispered to her strangely.
"Is that doctor your mysterious boyfriend?”
Bulma glared back at him.
"Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
Clint quickly waved his hand." I wouldn't dare.”
Qiqi, who was next to him, ignored everyone's noise and continued to look at Sun Wufan's injuries.
When he saw Bulma, he immediately went up to him.
"Miss Bulma, can you ask your doctor boyfriend to take a look at Little Gohan's injuries? My son…"
Clint curled his lips.
"What? Among them, only Wukong's injuries were serious. The dying ones had been saved. As for my and Gohan's injuries, it was only a matter of time before they recovered. This mother was really something.”
"Can you be the same as Little Gohan? He's still a child…"
Qiqi roared back at Clint.
Bulma ignored the two bickering.
Looking around, he didn't see Luo Feng.
When he saw the big bow on Sun Wukong's head, he was speechless.
This guy still had this kind of bad taste, even bandaging it would leave such a mark, hence he didn't say anything and went out to look for Luo Feng.
The door of the ward opened from the outside, and a slender and handsome young man appeared in front of everyone.
Clint, however, was slightly stunned as he suddenly recalled something.
"You're Doctor Luo Feng, you, why are you dressed like this?”
Luo Feng, who was dressed casually, chuckled.
"I'm getting off work. Of course I have to wear casual clothes after work. Am I a robot? Don't you need to rest?" Luo Feng joked.
"So it's you. Long time no see. Why are you here?”Sun Wukong, who was lying on the hospital bed, interrupted Clint.
Clint, who was beside him, said in a bad mood," Wukong, this is the doctor who operated on you. Without him, it's hard to say if you could have survived.”
At this moment, Sun Wukong was enlightened.
"Thank you so much, Luo Feng, I didn't expect you to save my life.”
Bulma, on the other hand, immediately expressed his displeasure.
After all, she had been racking her brains for Sun Wukong's injuries for so long.
However, Sun Wukong never thanked her.
Bulma angrily walked to Sun Wukong's bedside.
He gently reached out his hand and patted Sun Wukong's shoulder.
"Don't worry, you're still very strong. Even without Luo Feng, I believe you'll recover.”
Sun Wukong lay on the hospital bed, struggling and wailing.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. Miss Bulma, please spare me.”
Turtle Hermit broke everyone's fun and coughed.
"Luo Feng, I didn't expect you to be so good. It seems like you've made some progress in your studies when you chose to study medicine. You actually healed such a serious injury in one surgery.”
Luo Feng smiled humbly and didn't say anything.
At this moment, Turtle Hermit had asked the key question.
"When will Wukong recover from his injuries?”
When it came to the crucial question, everyone fell silent.
As a professional doctor, Luo Feng thought about it.
"Sun Wukong must have used skills and moves that overdrew his strength, pushing his body to its limit. Now, his injuries have completely recovered.”
"As for when he can return to his normal state, that will depend on when he can make up for the overdraft. As for the rest, there should be no side effects.”
Luo Feng explained Sun Wukong's current situation to everyone.
"I hope everyone can rest assured that there will definitely be no problem.”In the end, he did not forget to boast.
Beside him, Immortal Jia Lin immediately added," That's right. His medical skills are comparable to immortal beans. As long as you don't die from any injury, he will probably heal it completely.”
When he saw Immortal Jialin and Turtle Hermit, he had already confirmed that there was no problem.
Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief, especially after they received Luo Feng's acknowledgment.
"Everyone, quiet down first. I have something to discuss with you about the Dragon Ball.”Bulma interrupted and asked the question in her heart.
Everyone immediately turned to Bulma.
Only Clint frowned and said," Yeah, the battle this time was too tragic. Bick is dead, Bick is dead, the God is…then the Dragon Ball is…"
At this point, she suddenly thought of something.
"Miss Bulma, are you talking about Mr. Bobo?”
Bulma nodded.
"Yes, I am referring to Planet Namek.”
Everyone immediately started discussing, but Sun Wukong also accepted Bulma's suggestion.
That's right, when he was fighting with Vegeta, he seemed to have heard him mention that Planet Namek was Bick's hometown. There seemed to be dragon balls there too, right?
"As long as we can find Planet Namek, where there are dragon balls, if we use the dragon balls on it to fulfill our wishes and revive Bick, then can the dragon balls on Earth…"
At this point, Bulma's expression suddenly changed.
Although we have such information, we don't know the coordinates and location of Planet Namek. How can we go there?
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