Chapter 862 (1/2)

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?

……

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.