"It doesn't matter. I have already seen many famous doctors. They all say that asthma is an incurable disease, and it doesn't matter if it can't be cured. Let me practice your hands. Maybe you will remember what you are." Mo Lian said sincerely.
Chu Mu thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll try it, reach out and I'll take your pulse."
Mo Lian stretched out her hand and felt the cold fingertips pressing on his wrist. Her very beautiful fingers, but they were not as weak and boneless as ordinary women, but were strong and slender. The only disadvantage was that they were too cold...
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"What's wrong?" Chu Mu looked at Mo Lian, and was stunned when he looked at her hands.
"Uh, nothing." Mo Lian was a little embarrassed. He suddenly wanted to warm up Chu Mu's hands.
"The pulse rate is less than 100 times per minute. When sitting in meditation, breathing is normal. You can also speak in a continuous sentence. You have mild breathing difficulties when walking. Generally speaking, it is not too serious. It is mild asthma. It is not too difficult to cure it, but it is easy to
When does it usually occur?”
"Most of the night or early morning, and the autumn and winter are even more serious." Mo Lian said, maybe he shouldn't be too disappointed with this disease.
"I will give me your medical records and prescriptions another day. In the future, you should avoid eating, alcohol, spicy, raw, cold, and greasy foods. I will make a list of medicinal food for you later, and buy some equipment for me..."
Mo Lian looked at Chu Mu quietly speaking, her cold and plain tone was so beautiful. Her black phoenix eyes were as deep as a dark pool, and it was so breathtaking that it was easy to get deeply trapped in it...
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"I'll give you a detailed physical examination tomorrow... Are you listening to me?" Chu Mu looked at Sima Molian and said, why is he in a daze again?
"Uh, I'm listening" It's him that he has lost his composure
It was not until sunset that Mo Lian left the Mercedes-Snow Water Pavilion
At night, the dark night sky was vaguely flashing with a few stars, and the moonlight was gradually obscured by the clouds.
Chu Mu put on a veil, avoided the secret guards, took out the snow-melting water pavilion, visited the Luo Palace, and roughly understood the layout of the Luo Palace, then left the Luo Palace and came to the streets of Lidu.
Late at night, there was no passerby on the streets of Lido. Occasionally, the rustling sound of the wind blowing by
The beauty in the middle of the night has an ancient and heavy feeling. Ancient buildings stand on both sides, with five steps and one tree. The streets are crisscrossing, solemn and grand, and it is worthy of being the imperial capital.
Chu Mu wandered aimlessly on the street, looking at Lidu's pattern, and did not return to the Luowang Mansion until dawn.