Chapter 1539

Mu Mian untied two buttons for him, and then put the thermometer directly under his armpit in spite of his iron face, and then pressed his arm: "you're good, don't move."

Tang Jian squinted at her: "this tone of voice, when I was a three-year-old child?"

Mu Mian looked at him with a smile: "my brother-in-law's son went to the clinic for injection when he was three years old. He was not like you. Are you afraid that the injection will cause water pain?"

Tang Jian felt smoke on his head, which made him angry.

How can adults be afraid of injections?

Well, don't mention it. Your sister is afraid.

He had a cold face and did not speak.

Mu Mian thought that he was really afraid: "it's just a pain. You can bear it. You have to hang water for your high fever. Taking medicine is not enough."

Tang Jian looked at her with a overcast face: "I'm not afraid of injections."

Mu Mian raises eyebrow: "I don't think that's convincing."

Tang Ji'an wanted to teach the girl a good lesson, but now she is weak, and there is a burst of cold. The whole person feels that he can hang up at any time, so he can only let her go and snort feebly

Dr. Chen said at the back: "almost. Take out the thermometer."

A look, very good, 41 degrees, mu mianchan pointed to him: "you really don't take your own life seriously ah, carrying 41 degrees back to Haicheng, estimated that you will burn silly, do you know?"

The second young master of Tang came back to her powerless: "I can't die."

Dr. Chen turned his head to the small cabinet and took a few drops of medicine into the salt water bottle. The sixth uncle stood by earnestly. Dr. Chen was helpless: "I have a regular doctor's license. I can't make a mistake."

Six uncle awkwardly smiles: "I will look at casually."

When the needle poked into the capillary on the back of Tang Jian's hand, he did not hum, but mu Mian said by the side: "if you are sick, don't try to be brave."

Tang Jian helps forehead, this wench, talk really much, really want to paste saltwater bottle on her face.

Salt water trickled down the thin infusion tube into his blood vessel. Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Liu and Secretary Tang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Ji'an said in a deep voice: "Secretary Tang, you go back to Haicheng to deal with affairs. Many departments have to run and communicate with each other. Don't waste time."

Secretary Tang was a little worried: "but vice hospital, your body..."

Tang Jian gave him a cold glance: "what? What incurable disease have I got? Do you want to collect the corpse here

"Bah, bah, bah..."

Without waiting for secretary Tang to speak, Mu Mian made a sound immediately.

Don Jian looked at her with disgust.

Mu Mian also looked at him with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "why don't you have a doorkeeper on your mouth? How can you curse yourself like this? How unlucky. "

Tang Ji'an pressed his aching Temple: "young, it's superstitious. If you're good, don't learn it, just do it."

Mu Mian thinks that Tang Jian was unhappy last night because he fell into the river. At the moment, he is not happy because he has a high fever and is not feeling well.

She would not have the same insight with a patient. She looked at him with a smile: "vice president Tang is in charge of heaven and earth. Should I be superstitious or not? Are you too lenient in your management? "

She is like a little sun, let him have no matter how big resentment can be instantly resolved.

She looked at him with a smile, as if she had not been affected by his bad mood.

So she, like the morning wind, blowing away the fog, the cold heart seems to gradually open.