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Chapter 102 Illness Benefits (2)
As soon as he spoke, Zuo Cheng's face sank, and there was a feeling of being frozen for thousands of miles from the left and right, and he didn't dare to lift his head. The man's voice above his head seemed to have a chill that lasted for a thousand years: "Just treat it like this."

The biggest medical mistake I've ever made in my life is trying to treat my master's woman as a normal woman.After wiping off the sweat, he retracted the stethoscope tremblingly. Just as he was about to start, the man said coldly: "If it can't be cured." The man's voice paused, "I don't know what will happen to you ?”

One of the left and right hands trembled, and he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately replied: "Cure, it's cured well." He still hesitated, and his teeth were trembling.

This genius doctor known as "Sai Huatuo" by the medical circle, has not handled any patient who has passed through the gate of hell. This is the first time that he is frightened. The most difficult thing in the whole process of examination and treatment is not misjudgment and misdiagnosis. But how to judge the misdiagnosis without touching the patient's body, and at the same time withstand the powerful aura of the master, this is hard to compare.

Finally concluded: a cold.

Don't underestimate this cold, she is a woman from Zuocheng, she broke into a cold sweat just after the fever subsided, and tossed until midnight.

It was late at night, gradually calmed down, the smell of disinfectant in the room became stronger and stronger, the person on the bed was already in a deep sleep, and his face gradually returned to rosy, but the man who was guarding the bed was pale, with tiredness between his brows, Such beautiful hands brushed against the woman's face lightly, murmuring two words: "Chu Xia."

Sometimes, in the depths of love, even a name is a kind of bone-destroying sinking. At nights like this, a man is glad to be able to shout so unscrupulously when he is satisfied.

"Does it still hurt?" He stretched out his hand, stroked her frowning brows, and stroked them gently, "You frown even when you're asleep, it must be very painful."

He smiled at the woman in his sleep, as if mocking himself: "I'm sorry, Xia Chu, I can't let you go, just bear with it, and I will accompany you in the pain." Kissed her palm, it was cool, Zuo Cheng's voice was as thin as green smoke.

Jiang Xiachu was cured, but Zuocheng's pain could not be cured. When no one was around, in the solitude, when she couldn't see, the pain began to make noise.

"Sleep well, you must be tired."

On a lonely night, in the cool midsummer, the monologue of the man talking to himself is very pale.

Uncle Jin who was waiting at the door looked worried: "Master, go and change your clothes first, I'll take care of you here."

Zuo Cheng was still wearing the rain-soaked clothes, with damp folds and mud stains, his short messy hair set off his handsome face in a slovenly desolation, his eyes were still fixed on Jiang Xiachu, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "No need. "

"Young Master, Young Madam will be fine. Young Master, please take care of your health for Young Madam." Uncle Jin's most distressed thing was his young master, and he tried to persuade him.

"Besides guarding her, there is nothing I can do for her." His slightly hoarse voice carried a kind of desolation similar to the night after the rain. It turned out that this man was not only downcast, but also lonely.

People in the world always think that Zuo Cheng is omnipotent. In fact, the truly omnipotent person is the one who makes Zuo Cheng powerless. Jiang Xiachu is such an omnipotent person.

"Master—"

What Uncle Jin wanted to say, Zuo Cheng just cut off his words softly, "She kept calling my name just now, saying it hurts." The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, with a kind of sadness that didn't belong to Zuo Cheng, "If I'm not here , who is she going to call?"

He was still worried and distressed with lingering fears, and he was still greedy for her momentary slack belatedly.

Zuo Cheng thought, probably only at this time, she would not confront him tit for tat and reject him thousands of miles away.

Uncle Jin was speechless, and realized for the first time that this man standing at the top and turning his hands over the clouds turned out to be not a god, but just a man. Even though he lived in conspiracy and calculation all his life, he was almost a clumsy loser in love.

Shaking his head, Uncle Jin not only sighed, but also regretted it. It would be great if his young master was ruthless and loveless, so he wouldn't know how to feel sad.

After raining in midsummer, it cleared up again, and the early morning was slightly warm, with the smell of mud after the rain. It was a bright morning.

The eyelashes fluttered a few times, and just as Jiang Xiachu opened his eyelids, the man beside the bed had a flustered expression on his face: "Is it better?"

There are some fragments in Jiang Xiachu's mind that are connected together, fragments and incompletes, people, always subconsciously forget about her fragile self, she doesn't remember, last night, the name she called when she was most helpless.

Her originally sleepy eyes gradually became clear, turned slightly cold, and half closed again, seemingly sleeping but not talking, but she didn't speak.

Seeing Jiang Xiachu's silence, Zuo Cheng became even more flustered: "Does it still hurt? Is there any discomfort?"

Jiang Xiachu still didn't speak, frowned, and simply turned sideways.

Jiang Xiachu, when he is sober, he is a hedgehog.

"Chu Xia, don't keep talking, can you answer me?" Zuo Cheng was a little at a loss, he felt uncomfortable when this woman spoke, and even more uncomfortable when she didn't speak.

"I'm not good, so what? What are you going to do?" He said without warning, still facing Zuo Cheng sideways, his voice was sickly weak and hoarse, but his usual vigilance was indispensable.

The usually terribly shrewd man heard the woman's bad words, and immediately became confused, with an eager and flustered tone: "What's wrong?"

"It's not good anywhere." The voice dyed Chuchen's coldness, and the words were light with acupuncture.

"I'll send the doctor over."

Just as Zuo Cheng turned around, Jiang Xiachu turned around slowly, and replied: "The doctor can't cure it." Zuo Cheng paused, then turned around, and Jiang Xiachu looked straight into his eyes without dodging, "Zuocheng, I I'm sick, can you promise me one thing?" The voice was still as cold as usual, and everyone said that once a person is sick, his defense and defense will decline, but it seems that this will not work at the beginning of Jiangxia.

This woman who said she was sick had a rosy face, Jiang Xiachu, she was really scheming.

Zuo Cheng was a little hesitant, looking into Jiang Xia Chu Ling Qing's eyes: "Except for letting you go, I can do anything else."

"Let me stay here to recuperate."

Sick women are often more helpless for men, not to mention that Zuo Cheng has almost no upper and lower limits to Jiang Xiachu's connivance.

Zuo Cheng's eyes darkened, helpless: "Xia Chu, you are really capricious."

This woman really never forgets to escape, but Piansheng Zuocheng can only compromise every time.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Zuo Cheng was used to Jiang Xiachu's willfulness.

"Are you agreeing?" Jiang Xiachu just asked indifferently, and his tone was less weak than the morbidity.

The capital for women's advancement comes from Zuocheng. The tug-of-war between the two made Zuocheng more and more weak.Compromising, the man said: "I will pick you up in three days."

(End of this chapter)