If you take it in moderation, you won’t be addicted! 1
"Stop talking nonsense, I caused your wound to open. I think I have an obligation to remind you to go to the side room quickly. The doctor should be here soon. Or did you suddenly change your mind and want everyone to be safe?"
I know you're injured, and you're the same assassin from last night?!" This man really got an advantage and behaved so Nangong Nuoer gave him a blank look.
Sure enough, at this moment, there was a burst of messy footsteps outside the door. It seemed that the doctor was here. Helian Yichen slowly lifted the medicine box, and then ducked into the side room next door to prepare himself for the medicine.
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"Third Miss, the doctor is already here." Helian Yichen just stepped into the side room, and Xiaoxiao's voice came from outside the door.
"Invite him in." Nangong Nuoer stretched out his hand to rub his forehead and said calmly.[
After a while, Xiaoxiao came in with the doctor. The doctor was not young anymore, and his walking was a little unsteady. When Nangong Nuoer suddenly saw him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He couldn't even walk.
Steady old man?! What can he do?!
"Third Miss, Dr. Li is the best doctor near us. If you have any illness, just go to him and prescribe a medicine, and the illness will be cured immediately." Seeing Nangong Ruotong's expression, Xiaoxiao quickly explained.
explain.
"Really?!" Nangong Nuoer couldn't help but raise her eyebrows as she looked at the doctor who had to put down the medicine box for a long time.
"Of course, doctor, I'll help you put down the medicine box. You can quickly go and diagnose the third lady." Xiaoxiao saw that he was having a hard time putting the medicine box and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
"Thank you!" The doctor came to the bed with unsteady steps and asked Nangong Nuo'er: "Miss Third, please stretch out your right hand to feel my pulse."
"Oh." Nangong Nuoer stretched out her hand to him.
After the doctor took her pulse, he looked at her eyes, her tongue, and observed her carefully, and then asked a few more questions. His brows couldn't help but frown.
"Doctor, it's okay to speak up if you have anything to say. Tell me, am I suffering from some terminal disease?!" Judging from the headache she just had, there might be a tumor in her brain. That kind of thing should have been in ancient times.
It is difficult to treat, and it may actually become a terminal illness.
