Bo Zhanye is very familiar with the problem of women suffering from menstrual cramps.
Because when Lan Jiao had menstrual cramps before, he would more or less stay by her side.
only......
"Didn't you say that this disease only affects people who have given birth to children?"
Lan Xixi frowned, her brows twisted into the character "Chuan".
Generally speaking, every girl's constitution is different. Some no longer have pain after marriage, while others have more pain after giving birth. She belongs to the latter, and it is true that the pain only occurs after giving birth.
Did Lan Jiao tell him?
She was in so much pain that she didn't want to speak.
Bo Zhanye found that she seemed to be more serious than Lan Jiao?
He walked over, took off a piece of warm baby patch from Xiao Mo's body, and handed it to her:
"Put it on your lower abdomen. You need it more than Xiao Mo right now."
Then, he opened the hot water kettle and poured out the hot water.
Lan Xixi wanted to refuse, but she knew that her physical condition could not be a hindrance at this time. She took the warm baby and put it in it, and said in a weak voice:
"Drinking hot water is of no use to me, so keep it for Xiao Mo."
Bo Zhanye locked Lan Xixi's painful face and turned away. Under the hazy moonlight, his figure was tall and noble, lonely and cold.
If he were in danger alone, he would never panic at all, but at this moment, everyone, one large and one small, had problems, and he, who was calm in the face of danger, was inexplicably upset.
Lan Xixi's weak eyes reflected the man's cold back. Is he irritable?
She remembered that when Lan Jiao was not feeling well, he hugged her and left anxiously without even looking at her. She was not feeling much better now.
He was quite nice to Lan Jiao.
The chill in the night is getting worse and worse.
Lan Xixi was eroded by waves of pain. Even if her long nails dug bruises on her palms, she couldn't hide the pain in her belly.
She bit her lip tightly and endured the pain. There was always a feeling that she would die from the pain.
No, it should be said that it hurts to death now!
Will she survive tonight?
Feeling the overwhelming pain, like the god of death approaching, she reached out and pulled Xiao Mo into her arms, holding him tightly.
If an accident really hurts me to death, being with my son is the only comfort.
However, the temperature of Bo Xiaomo in his arms was obviously very hot, and his condition was deteriorating. No matter how good his physique was, he was still a three-year-old child, and he could not withstand the ice and snow.
She regretted that if she had not spoken to Tang Shishen that day, she would not have stimulated Xiao Mo to come to the snow mountain.
I hate myself even more for having my period at this time and being unable to help at all.
If anything happens to Xiao Mo, she will feel guilty for the rest of her life.
‘Your blood is special and can treat any blood type.’ In a panic, Ruan Mufeng’s words unexpectedly rang in his mind.
By the way, since her blood type is special and can treat even vegetative states, will it have a certain therapeutic effect on fevers and colds?
Even if it doesn't, eating some blood won't have any effect.
Lan Xixi thought about it, and with the helpless idea of trying it casually, she cut her finger and put it on her thin ink lips.
When Bo Zhanye heard the rustling sound, he turned his head and saw Lan Xixi feeding Xiao Mo blood, and his face darkened.
Just one night, how could she drink human blood? What’s more, she didn’t feel well herself, so she still had to take care of others?
His voice was filled with cold accusations: "What are you doing?"
Lan Xixi quickly retracted her hand and endured the pain in her lower abdomen to explain:
"Dr. Ruan said before that my blood is special and rare in the country. I thought there was no medicine here, so I gave it a try..."
Try? Try giving your child blood?
Bo Zhanye has never seen such a stupid woman like her.