The result of the doctor's diagnosis was that he was suffering from cold and fever, and his menstrual blood was deficient.

Looking at the reddened man with his cheeks burning, Qi Ye said, "I shouldn't care about the life or death of that woman." ”

The corners of the twins' mouths twitched.

Although Lin Long's character is not good, he has helped them many times, how can he be regarded as a friend, right?

And this time he was hunted down and killed because he was entrusted to kill Yun Ruoshui.

The treasure you like becomes a treasure, and what you don't like is the grass on the ground.

Qi Ye is a typical favorite wife.

The housekeeper walked in with a stove in his hand: "Young master, this soup has been boiling, and it should be much better for the young lady to drink a little when she wakes up." ”

Qi Ye kept staring at his wife, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.

The doctor waited, clanging as little as possible to minimize his presence, and the butler winked.

The twins slipped out lightly, and then were ordered to look at Lin Long below, she hadn't passed the danger period yet.

On the second day, the weather cleared.

Ye Weilan didn't wake up until twelve o'clock at noon, his throat was dry, his head was dizzy, and he should be sick.

A spoonful of soup was handed to his mouth, and Ye Weilan thought it was water in a daze, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

After drinking a bowl of soup, Qi Ye raised his hand and touched her forehead, the fever had subsided.

Ye Weilan suddenly hugged him and cried pitifully: "My stomach hurts so much......"

Only by experiencing it first-hand can you know how terrible menstrual cramps really are.

Miss Ye's tears fell down, she was drenched in such a heavy rain on the third day of her menstruation yesterday.

Qi Ye patted her on the shoulder and called downstairs.

After a while, a doctor in a white coat ran in, checked his pulse and asked for a consultation, and finally took out a set of needles: "It is still caused by the cold, so you should pay more attention in the future." ”

Qi Ye looked at those slender needles and asked, "Which acupuncture points are pierced?" ”

The doctor reported it in a row.

Qi Ye let him out and began to take off her nightdress.

"Will you?" Ye Weilan looked at him suspiciously with tears in her eyes.

Qi Ye said softly: "I will, it doesn't hurt." ”

Qi Ye knows a lot about the acupuncture points of the human body, and the needle is very light, she doesn't feel it at all, and when her stomach is better, she falls asleep in a daze.

When I woke up again, it was pitch black outside the window.

The fever subsided, and her stomach didn't hurt anymore, Ye Weilan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, lying down for too long, she walked a little floating.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Qi Ye pushed the door and walked in, holding a bowl of medicine: "Does it still hurt?" ”

Ye Weilan shook his head.

Qi Ye pulled her to the edge of the bed and sat down, and personally handed the medicine bowl to her mouth.

Ye Weilan pursed her lips, the bitter medicinal juice made her frown and twist her face to the side.

Qi Ye coaxed her: "Uncle Lin said that this must be drunk, and it won't hurt next time you drink it." ”

Miss Ye pulled the quilt over her head, like a child playing a temper, coquettish: "Bitter ......"

Qi Ye said: "It's not bitter, a mouthful of medicine and a sugar gourd, I'm telling you a story, okay?" ”

Ye Weilan showed her eyes, and then she noticed that Qi Ye was still holding two strings of sugar gourds in her other hand, which were big and round, and she flattened her lips: "What story will you tell?" ”

Qi Ye smiled: "Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, or whatever you want to hear, say it and I'll tell you." ”

Ye Weilan's eyes were surprised and blinked: "I want to listen to Greek mythology." ”

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows, and picked up the book his wife was reading recently from the desk, a thick brick-like book, and when he opened it, it was densely packed with Greek, or that kind of super profound philosophical mythological story.