Chapter 1584
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the wound looks a little scary at first glance.
"I rubbed the medicine last night, and it was dark, so it was a little scary to look at the wound." Qin Anan returned the phone to Fu Shiting. "Today is not as painful as it was yesterday."
"Let's go to the hospital." Fu Shiting insisted, "it's not convenient for you to wipe the medicine yourself at home."
"I don't feel inconvenient." She casually found a reason, "my mother said, during the Spring Festival, it is best not to go to the hospital."
Fu Shiting: "."
Doctor: "
if I remember correctly, Qin Anan is also a doctor. How could she say something so superstitious
whenever you get sick, you have to go to the hospital.
but Fu Shiting obviously did not question what she said.
"did you bring the medicine" He asked the family doctor.
the family doctor immediately took out the medicine he had brought.
"help her reprocess it." He said.
"mm-hmm." After the family doctor answered, he said to Qin Anan, "Miss Qin, I can wipe your medicine every day." Don't wash your hair these days, and you'd better not go anywhere. When the Spring Festival is over, you'd better go to the hospital to have a check. By the way, how did you get hurt "
this question instantly brought the atmosphere down to a freezing point.
Fu Shiting's Adam's apple rolled, ready to open his mouth, but Qin Anan took the first step to reply, "I accidentally fell."
"Oh! Then you had a bad fall. Did you fall in the bathroom " The doctor took out the iodophor and sterilized her. "Don't underestimate the sequelae of wrestling. I've seen wrestling with hemiplegia. I've also seen wrestling break its leg and rest for several months."
"didn't the elders of your family tell you about the taboos during the Spring Festival" Qin Anan answered lightly, "it's best not to say inauspicious things during the Spring Festival."
Doctor:
Fu Shiting looked at her calm appearance and asked, "is the pain really gone"
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Qin Anan glared at him with the corner of his eye: "Why don't you try a fall" I said it didn't hurt as much as it did yesterday. I didn't say it didn't hurt at all. "
the doctor immediately asked, "Miss Qin, are you hurt anywhere except for your head injury"
"No." Qin Anan came back.
the doctor was stupefied for a moment: "Ah, then you fell very well!" Did you knock it directly on the cupboard "
"mm-hmm."
Fu Shiting looked at her face and lied, knowing that she was trying to save face.
but the more she did this, the more guilty he felt.
"it was I who got drunk and got into a fight last night and accidentally hurt her." Fu Shiting told the truth.
Doctor:
the doctor shook his hand and regretted talking too much.
I would have stopped asking questions if I knew about it.
"that. Mr. Fu, you got into a fight. Did you get hurt " The doctor looked at him. "it looks all right."
Fu Shiting: "I was punched."
his head hurts, too.
the doctor treated Qin Anan's wound and immediately took a look at the place where he was beaten.
his injury is a little milder than that of Qin Anan, but he also needs medicine.
Qin Anan didn't see his injury because she was hungry.
she walked towards the dining room.
Auntie Hong brought breakfast to the table immediately.
the doctor glanced at her, then whispered to Fu Shiting, "is Miss Qin angry with you"
"can you see that"
"it's obvious. Miss Qin used to care about you, but she gave herself medicine, but not you. If you had put it before, there would be no need for me to deal with this wound on your head. " The doctor is straightforward and reasonable.
what the doctor said was so reasonable that Fu Shiting did not know how to refute it for a moment.
dining room.over at night and frowned at the tears on her face. "what I said to you, did you turn a deaf ear to me""I hear you. Aren't you dizzy Go to sleep if you feel dizzy! " Crisp wiped away his tears, lifted...