I've been feeling a little weak lately.ailing.

"will you holdtoi'm feeling frail."

There are quite a few people coming to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

Don't know how to pass the time.

Then he fell into a daze.

Suddenly a voice came: "Uncle, can you help me unscrew (the drink)."

Uncle??Are you calling me?

Oh, it looks like this...

certainly appears so.

(Line from the movie "Pulp Fiction")

I did it, but it felt weird.

Why do children on the street go to the drugstore to ask me for help?

But I remembered an interesting thing.

When I was in high school, many female classmates asked me to help break apples.

But no one said they would give me half (laughs).

(When talking about high school, I think of "classmate records" and so on. I have never seen anything like this again after high school.)

After the children left, I came back to my senses.

I found that this doctor didn't treat people very well.

Anyone who came later than me ran to the front.

jump the queue.

Naturally, there is generally no queue, which is also a Chinese characteristic.

Just thinking about the crowded buses at the school departure station gives me a headache.

Finally bought it.

As a person like me, the place I hate going to the most is the hospital.

There are even some diseases that are taboo and untreatable.

In recent years, I have occasionally fallen ill, and I often buy medicines and take whatever I want.

What I just bought is Huoxiang Zhengqi Water.

I don’t know why I bought it. It’s just a gut feeling.

Speaking of which, it seems to be the most unpleasant medicine I have ever taken.

Wandering around campus.

His eyes swept across the railing and then back again.

There is a chubby one there!

The pedestrians were in a hurry, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed them.

So I took out my phone to take pictures.

Shoot left, right, up, and down...

Huh? His head was captured.

Stunned.wtf

Obviously, it was a bird's claw strike.

It seems that I have never experienced this kind of thing.

Looking up, I saw that the "provocateur" was an adult magpie.

One hit and it was back on the treetop.

You... really think I can't do anything to you.

But the next second, I realized it.

The round one I just photographed should be the magpie’s cub.

Okay, sorry.
Chapter completed!