Chapter 862

Phytolacca's fault, born, is amazing!

He's thirty-one years old, and he's still a chicken!

Thanks to this shit!

If a doctor doesn't cure himself, he can cure all the difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but he can't cure his own.

When he was young and frivolous, he didn't look for excitement.

In the worst case, he vomited all night and stayed in bed for three days.

From then on, I dare not be presumptuous any more.

He had no mother and all the servants were men. When he first knew about his illness, he was 13 years old.

Shanglu was bitter in heart, but he had nothing to do.

It's not a rule that he doesn't treat women. To be more precise, it's a problem that he can't treat himself.

Twenty minutes later, Shanglu took the garbage can and threw it outside the rest room. Then she went up and opened the window to smell.

In fact, he didn't eat anything all day. Most of what he vomited was sour water in his stomach.

At the moment, his face turned upside down was full of sweat, and the tired look between his eyebrows added some charm to him.

Lian Zhen didn't open his eyes from his face. He only felt that the man was beautiful and charming.

Fortunately, his small seventeen eyes are not good recently, otherwise... Qin Sishao will have a sense of crisis.

Shanglu wiped his face and looked at Qin Baiyu. His voice was extremely hoarse. "It's slippery pulse."

In a word, almost let inkstone when seven heart like drum.

Does his ability to diagnose the slippery pulse mean that the child is still developing?

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That night, Yan Shiqi was sent to the aseptic room. Shanglu didn't even eat rice, so he took the first course of traditional Chinese medicine and silver needles, changed into aseptic clothes and went in.

He didn't come out for two hours.

In the transparent aseptic room, he wore medical gloves and carefully applied medicine to her eyes and applied silver needles.

The treatment of the eyes is very complicated, especially considering the children in Yan Shiqi's stomach. Therefore, the prescription he prepared is very careful. It can't make a big tonic, and the efficacy can't be too overbearing.

According to what he said, from tonight on, every day Yan Shiqi will lie flat on the hospital bed for four hours.

Silver needle every day to change different acupoints with drug absorption.

It's a very hard journey. For Yan Shiqi, she's not only making fun of the hard work, but also enduring everything tenaciously.

It's worth it for the children.

But she never told anyone that the treatment of drugs supplemented by silver needles made her eyes painful.

But every time she received treatment, she lay calmly on the bed, even with her toes shaking from time to time.

It looks like a cozy enjoyment, and only she knows it. It hurts to the bone.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Shanglu came to get the needle for her.

When he gets close, his body is obviously uncomfortable.

You can't wear gloves when applying the needle. Fortunately, you don't need to touch her when taking the needle.

When Shanglu took the first silver needle from her temple, Yan Shiqi's eyes covered with gauze moved for a moment, and his voice was hoarse and weak: "don't tell him..."

She knows, Shanglu can understand.

The pain in her eyes made her wet with sweat.

Four hours of pain, in addition to gritting their teeth, there is no other way.

Shanglu needle action meal, eyes have praise, "afraid he worried?"

He has no experience of contact with women, and his sense of inkstone is still in his first impression.

At this time, hearing her plea, Shanglu admired her.

"Well, don't tell him, thank you."

Shanglu pulled the corner of his lips, and Yu Guang looked at the man in the sterile room, who was still wearing sterile clothes.

He's here, but she doesn't know.

The man negative hand but stands, in the eye is thick does not open cherishes.