The doctor's hands cover the sky, and the male gods can't stand high

Chapter 18

That was a sign that the aunt was coming. She was about to ask the special nurse to buy a pack of sanitary napkins, but when she didn't want to, the special nurse brought it over, saying that Jiang Lu had asked her to buy it for her.

Jiang Luan was slightly taken aback at the time, her menstrual period has always been on time, every month is this day, Jiang Lu still remembered to buy sanitary napkins for her when she hated her so much, which surprised her.

When Mo Qingxuan opened the door and came in, Jiang Luan was sweating in pain. The pain in his stomach affected the unhealed wound, and the pain doubled.

"Jiang Luan, you are really capable..."

When Mo Qingxuan's sullenness touched the cold sweat on her forehead and her pale face, he suddenly stopped, a trace of worry flashed across his dark eyes, he strode to the hospital bed, his eyes glanced at her hand covering her stomach, Instantly understood the reason.

The worry in the bottom of the eyes dissipated, replaced by surging winds and clouds, and the eyes fixed on her sharply: "Why do you still have dysmenorrhea?"

Jiang Luan's complexion changed, and she wanted to let go of her hand covering her stomach, but just as she let go, the pain suddenly intensified, and she had to press her stomach tightly again, pursing her lips in silence.

Mo Qingxuan's anger soared in her silence, his eyes locked on her coldly, trying his best to control the urge to strangle her to death.

The scene of her first menstruation many years ago emerged in front of her eyes. At that time, she was standing on a high chair, reading happily with a love letter written to him by someone else. Suddenly, she let out an ouch and threw the love letter in her hand. , bent over and clasped his stomach tightly with his hands.

At first, they thought she was faking it, but after a while, he saw the bright red oozing from between her legs with sharp eyes, his heart was suffocated, he strode forward, and hugged her squatting body in the chair,
"Ah, blood!"

Jiang Luan felt a hot stream flow out of her leg, and wiped it with her hand. When she saw blood, she screamed and wiped it on him. The white shirt he just wore was destroyed in her hands just like that. .

From then on, Jiang Luan experienced dysmenorrhea every month.

However, she couldn't take medicine, whether it was traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine, she vomited as much as she took.

In order to help her recuperate her body, Mo Qingxuan tried his best, and in the end, he even accompanied her to take medicine.

Huang Tian paid off, after a long period of conditioning, she finally stopped turning pale from the pain during her menstrual period.

……

In front of the hospital bed, Mo Qingxuan pursed his thin lips tightly, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared unknowingly, and the light in his eyes was far and deep.

The anger that hovered in his heart was washed away by the long memory.

Looking at Jiang Luan who was dripping with cold sweat, his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and he spoke again with a low voice: "Since when did the pain start?"

When Jiang Luan raised her head and met his deep eyes filled with concern, she gasped for breath and looked away in a panic: "It just started to hurt recently."

Mo Qingxuan narrowed his eyes sharply, stared at her for a few seconds, then turned around suddenly and left.

"Ah Xuan?"

Jiang Luan raised her head abruptly, and the man who had walked two steps turned around at her call, his handsome face against the light could not see his expression clearly, only he heard him say coldly: "I'll ask someone to buy you sanitary napkins!"

"Xiaolu has already bought it."

When he said this, Jiang Luan's tone was stiff.

Years ago, when he talked about this topic in front of her so unscrupulously, she was always angry and annoyed.Now, hearing him talking about this topic with herself again, she was not angry, but embarrassed.

Just because the identity of today is different from that of the past.

When she said that Xiaolu had already bought sanitary napkins, Mo Qingxuan's expression froze slightly, and the atmosphere froze in Jiang Luan's 'Xiaolu'.

For a while, no one spoke.

Only the silence spread.

Jiang Luan quickly lowered her head, although her hands pressed her stomach tightly, she suddenly felt that her stomach pain was not so bad, but a dull pain in her heart instead.

(End of this chapter)