Madam is right

Chapter 141 041. Sorry, Does It Hurt?
Mo Zhichu was stunned.

After a long time, Mo Zhichu, who came back to his senses, hastily pulled out his hand forcefully, and rushed to the military doctor's office once again.

It's just that she didn't expect that this time, their old father was actually there.

Mo Zhichu ran up to Song He, his eyes were red and he was about to cry: "Old man, go and show Yan Qing quickly."

Seeing her like that, Song He thought something was wrong, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

"Wuuuu... old man, go quickly... Yan Qing and he... are burnt out..."

As soon as Song He couldn't hear well, he quickly got up to prepare the medical box, and asked, "Speak slowly, what's going on?"

"He's starting to talk nonsense, old man, do you think he has some terminal illness?"

Mo Changjian stood aside, and he understood that Zhao Mo was ill.

No matter how much he disliked him, then Zhao Mo was also the fourth prince. If something really happened, how could he explain it to Zhao Yin?
"What did he say?" Mo Changjian was also a little anxious.

Mo Zhichu blushed: "He said...he said he loved me..."

Mo Changjian was stunned in disbelief, and Song He was slightly startled when he lifted the medical box.

WTF?

As a military doctor, Song He always thought that Mo Zhichu was just a young master who opened the back door to enter Weihu Camp, and didn't know her true identity.

Song He stepped forward and gave Mo Zhichu a "bang chestnut", "What nonsense! What a young man, what are you talking about... what, what a joke!"

Mo Zhichu held his head, and didn't care whether it hurt or not, "That's why I said he's burnt out, old man, go and show him!"

"I'll take a look."

After finishing speaking, Song He went to pour the medicine decocted earlier into the medicine pot, and prepared to take it with him.

Mo Changjian on the side, holding back the sporadic fire in his eyes, said in a calm voice, "I'll go and have a look too!"

So, when he came, Mo Zhichu came alone, but when he left, he brought two of them.

When the three arrived at Zhao Mo's barracks, he was still unconscious.

Song He stepped forward to feel his pulse, and Mo Changjian looked at him with his head.

Look at this blushing face, he must be really sick.

He should really be thankful that he is ill at this moment, otherwise Mo Changjian would have given him a serious lesson.

Chu'er is so young, what can you tell her? !Isn't this spoiling her!
Song He took the pulse for a long time before taking the pulse diagnosis back.

"How is it, old man?" Mo Zhichu asked anxiously.

"There's nothing wrong for now, anyway, feed him the medicine first."

After finishing speaking, Song He poured out a bowl from the medicine pot, took a spoonful of it, and brought it to Zhao Mo's mouth.

Mo Zhichu didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly said, "Hey! Is it hot?"

Song He rolled his eyes at Mo Zhichu, and hurriedly stuffed the spoon into Zhao Mo's mouth wickedly.

But I don't know what happened to him, Song He fed him several mouthfuls, but he didn't drink a single mouthful, and all the liquid medicine flowed out from his mouth.

"This..." Song He looked in embarrassment at the general who stood aside without saying a word.

Mo Changjian and him looked at each other, then walked forward knowingly, and pinched Zhao Mo's fair face with both hands.

This time, it can be regarded as opening his mouth.

Song He seized the right moment and stuffed another spoonful of decoction into his mouth.

As a result, the decoction piled up in his mouth and formed a small pond...

Song He was afraid that he would choke him, so he turned him over and poured out the soup.

"What should I do? If he doesn't take the medicine, the illness won't be cured!" Now, it was Song He's turn to worry.

Mo Zhichu thought for a while, stepped forward and said, "Why don't I try it?"

When Mo Changjian heard this, he immediately glared at her, but Song He quickly put the bowl into her hand as if seeing a savior: "Quick, quick, try it! How could I have forgotten you. "

Mo Zhichu bit the bullet and tried to feed him a spoonful, but it was no surprise that he didn't feed it.

Mo Zhichu became anxious: "Zhao Yanqing! Are you drinking or not?! If you don't..."

She thought for a while, and she seemed to have nothing to threaten him. After a long while, she said, "If you don't drink, let's break up the relationship!"

After finishing speaking, she also exhorted: "You should have thought about it!"

Then, with the anxiety that he might be cut off from the relationship, he carefully brought the spoon to his mouth.

A miracle happened... He actually drank it!

Song He immediately opened his mouth wide in shock, and the general's face was as black as the bottom of a pot...

In the afternoon of this day, Zhao Mo's high fever finally subsided.

Mo Zhichu reached out his hand to check his temperature, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he had no fever, so he rushed to the military doctor's office in a hurry.

Today, Song He has come to Zhao Mo's barracks for the third time. Obviously, the old man is not in a very good mood.

By the time Song He finished checking Zhao Mo's pulse for the third time, Zhao Mo had already woken up slowly.

His throat was dry and painful, but he still said in a hoarse voice: "I am... what's wrong?"

Song He gave him a serious look, then turned to Mo Zhichu and said, "What are you doing standing there? Go get some water!"

"Ah? Oh oh oh!" After speaking, Mo Zhichu ran out.

Seeing that Mo Zhichu had left, Song He asked, "Boy, do you know why you suddenly have a high fever?"

He licked his dry lips: "I... know..."

"Aphrodisiacs, you probably didn't give them to yourself, did you?"

He nodded with cold eyes.

"Tell me, do you know who it is? You can't keep such soldiers in the Weihu camp. Tell me..."

"What aphrodisiac? Didn't you say he caught a cold, old man?!"

Before Song He finished speaking, Mo Zhichu rushed in.

He froze for a moment, then blown his beard away and said, "Didn't I tell you to fetch water! What are you doing!"

"Old man, with your bluffing tricks, it's almost as good as deceiving a three-year-old child! May I know that you sent me away on purpose?"

Mo Zhichu ignored him, and instead walked to Zhao Mo's bedside, staring angrily and asking, "Did a bastard drug you?!"

Zhao Mo smiled, reached out and tapped her forehead lightly: "Your words... really need to be changed..."

His voice was weak and hoarse, and Mo Zhichu felt a little distressed for no reason, so he quickly poured him a glass of water.

"For the sake of your illness, I won't care about you if you hit me."

Zhao Mo took a sip of the water she poured, and was taken aback: "When did I hit you?"

She pointed to her forehead: "Just now."

He suddenly smiled brightly and waved to her.

Mo Zhichu came closer again: "What are you doing?"

As soon as Zhao Mo stretched out his hand, he pulled her to his side and let her sit within his reach.

He covered her round and full forehead with his palm, smiled apologetically, and asked softly, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)