Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Treatment of small bullets

After Little Nag and Little Pill escaped, the entire hospital staff was busy treating the only patient, Little Bullet.Little Bullet saw that everyone cared about him so much, so he lost his temper.Now he asked for candy soup and jelly porridge for lunch; now he asked for strawberry patties with mushroom sauce, although everyone knew that such patties were not available; When applesauce was brought, he said he wanted kvass in pear juice, and when the kvass arrived, he said that kvass tasted like onions... and on and on. ① An iced drink. All the nurses are overwhelmed to satisfy his capricious demands.They said that they had never seen such a patient before, saying that this is not a patient, but an evil disorder, let him be cured soon.

He sends a nurse all over town every morning to find his dog, Blika.When the nurse returns to the hospital exhausted from walking in the city, he always hopes that he has forgotten about the dog, but Little Bullet insists on asking, "Hey, did you find it?" "No wow anywhere." "You probably didn't find it at all!" "No, to be honest, all the streets have been walked." "Then why didn't I hear you shout? Look again!" The poor nurse came out of the gate, not knowing where to go, calling now and then: "Blika! Blika! How have you lost it!"

She knew it would be useless to shout like this, but she still fulfilled the request of the small bullet, because she thought it would comfort the patient.Little Bullet sent another warden to watch what the other boys were doing and to report to him three times a day, morning, afternoon, and evening.He made the third nurse tell him stories from morning to night; if the stories were not interesting, he sent the nurse away and asked for a nurse who could tell better stories.If no one of his companions came to visit him, he would be furious as hell.If anyone came to visit him, he drove them away, saying that they prevented him from listening to the story.

Little Lungcao saw that the patient's temper was getting worse day by day, and said that the patient had become twenty times worse than Little Nagging and Little Pill combined.Only getting the patient out of the hospital would do him any good, yet his foot still hurts.And it was his own fault. One day, Little Bullet woke up in the morning and felt no pain in his feet.He got up and ran in the ward, but within ten steps, his foot was sprained and he fell to the ground.People carried the buggy back to the bed.My feet swelled up immediately, and at night I had a fever again.Little Lungcao sat by his bed and didn't close his eyes all night.Thanks to Little Lungcao's hard work, the swelling subsided, but the treatment of the feet was also delayed.

Later, the patient was allowed to get up for a short time.Leaning on crutches and leaning on the wall with one hand, he moved slowly in the ward, learning to walk little by little.later.Allow him to go outdoors.Accompanied by the nurse, I walked around the hospital for an hour.The patient's temper improved because of the walk, and he was less angry, but whenever it was time to return to the ward, he still shouted angrily: "I'm not going back!" and waved the crutches at the nurse.Had to pick up the patient and forcefully put him on the bed. Thanks to this resolute measure, the treatment went well, and it was soon announced to Little Bullet that he would be released from the hospital in a day's time.Both boys and girls were delighted to hear the good news.

On that day, the entire population gathered at the gate of the hospital.Everyone congratulated the patient on his recovery and presented him with flowers. Little Bullet said, "We're all together again! Only the know-it-all and my Blika are missing." "It's nothing," the girls reassured him, "maybe your know-it-all will be found, and so will Blika." "How could they find it themselves?" replied Little Bullet. "Should go find them." "Yeah," said Quan Zhi, "we have to find this stupid know-it-all, or we'll lose him if he leaves."

"Why is he so stupid?" Doctor Pill objected. "Of course I'm stupid, and I'm a coward," replied Quan Bu. "He's not a coward at all..." Little Nagging also wanted to speak. Knowing nothing, he interrupted him and said, "Shut up! Who is the leader, you or me? Maybe you want to go to the hospital again?" When the little nagging heard about the hospital, he fell silent. Little Snowflake said: "To celebrate the recovery of all the patients, we're going to hold a dance on Sunday. After the dance, you can go to your silly know-it-all. When you find him, we'll have another dance. It will be wonderful." said."

"Great! Great!" All the people were very happy. I don't know what was more in the joy: the possibility of finding a know-it-all, or the possibility of throwing another dance.This question has never been clarified. The job of harvesting the fruit is over.Some went to clear the round dance floor covered with weeds, while others arranged wooden benches next to the dance floor.Little Impatience, Little Silence and Little Nail took the ax and built a two-story pavilion for the band next to the dance floor.Other boys set up tents for soda, ice cream, and other sweets.All the labor was done to the sound of music, for the harps selected ten of the best harpists to form an orchestra.They immediately started rehearsing.

The most amazing thing is that the little nail works with great interest.He has done all the things entrusted to him without any mischief.He seemed to be a different person. "How nice of you to help us!" said the kitten to him. "Why don't you come and help?" Little Nail replied. "If necessary, I'll do it by smashing my skull." "You put so much effort into everything, it's almost comforting to watch," said Little Swallow, "I can see that you love working very much." "I love working very much," admitted Little Nail, "I always like to do something. When there is nothing to do, I don't know what to do, so I do things that don't need to be done at all. The result of this is just to play the piano , I often get a bear for it.”

Little Nail sniffed his nose loudly, and then wiped his nose with his hand. "How do you get hit by a bear?" the little cat asked. "Hey, it's trepanation surgery." "What does trephine surgery mean?" "Well, it's just a hard beating." "Oh, poor one!" cried the kitten. "You'd better not do what you shouldn't do. You'd better come to us often. We can always find a job for you here: repairing the fence." Ah, for the broken glass..." "Okay," Little Nail agreed. "Are you coming to our ball?"

"Can you come?" "Why not? But wash your face and comb your hair well, just come. We invite you." "Okay, I'll come. Thank you." Kitty Maowei likes that Little Nail is so polite, he even said thank you.She was so satisfied that her face turned red, she walked aside with Little Yanzi, and said in a low voice, "Educating him is not difficult at all." "Praise him more," said Little Swallow, "that's good for him. If he is naughty, he should be praised. If he does well, he should be praised. In this way, he will try his best next time." Do it here, so that people can praise him again. In addition, he should be taught to behave politely, otherwise he will sniff all the time, and you see how bad it is." "The words he uses are not civilized," the little cat continued, "Head, playing the piano, beating a bear, what kind of words are these! You should correct these words for him and let him gradually get rid of the bad words." Forget the beautiful words." Satisfied with other people's compliments, the little nail works more enthusiastically.Everyone likes others to praise him.