Divine Doctor's Daughter: Tyrant, spoil me!

Gu Changle lived in the curiosity of the people in King Ke's residence.

Others may not be aware of it, but not far or near, they feel the change of Fu Qiao and begin to eat from him. Send Gu Changle back to Weiyun hospital. This is enough to prove that their childe will not be easy to kill any more.

The next few days. After discussing with Qi Guiyi, Gu Changle stopped all the medicine Fu Qiao had taken before and gave him only Lingquan to make a medicated meal every day. He looked much better and no longer locked himself in the room as before. No one was allowed near his door.

"It seems that my previous judgment is correct." Qi Guiyi whispered to Gu Changle after feeling Fu Qiao's pulse again.

He previously judged that Fu Qiao had anorexia, but he could eat the food cooked by Gu Changle. It's probably a psychological problem, and he can't control his emotions. Most likely, he has a brain tumor.

It's just that. With current medical technology, it can't be seen through CT or MRI. He was unable to develop a treatment.

"What judgment?" Fu Qiao asked faintly.

"Brother Fu, do you feel uncomfortable every time you are angry?" Gu Changle asked. If master's judgment is right. There is something in Fu Qiao's mind. There can't be no feeling, there must be discomfort.

Fu qiaoru sat on one side with Gu Changle's rice cake in his hand and heard Gu Changle's question. His narrow eyes glanced at them. "I'm not sick."

"That's why you don't eat all the time." Gu Changle looked at him eagerly. I hope this patient can cooperate a little.

"It's not delicious." Fu Qiao frowned. Other people didn't like what they did. Naturally, he didn't want to eat.

"..." the food made by the imperial chef is not delicious. Who else can make it delicious in the world.

Gu Changle grabbed his sleeve and said, "brother Fu, think about it carefully."

Fu Qiao low Mou looking at her white tender small hand, the thin lips finally reluctantly open, "headache."

"Do you have a headache?" Gu Changle sits up straight and stares at his head, hoping that he can see through whether there are strange things in his head.

"Well." Fu Qiao nodded faintly.

Gu Changle asked cautiously, "then... Can I touch your head?"

Fu Qiaojun eyebrows a pick, "eh?"

"I will cure your headache." Gu Changle assured that he had reached for his pulse.

"How?" Fu Qiao asked in a low voice.

Gu Changle frowned and shook his head. His pulse was not abnormal at all, but

She leaned forward and looked him in the eye, "brother Fu, do you know? The eyes are related to the rise and fall of Qi in the body, so... "

What beautiful eyes he has!

It's long and dark, like the bottomless turbulence, which can make people indulge in all of a sudden.

"Zhao Zhao..." the voice of low voice tiny dumb rings out, "see what?"

"Ah." Gu Changle returned to his senses, his face was hot, and he quickly lowered his head, "I'm finished."

Fu Qiao chuckled.

Gu Changle felt even more embarrassed, "don't laugh."

After she finished, she was stunned. She even scolded the tyrant Fu Qiao!

Qi Guiyi said, "we all think you have a head disease. We don't know how to treat it. We can only treat it at the same time."

"Head disease?" Fu Qiao's eyes fell on Gu Changle's cheek. "You think that every time I lose my temper and kill people, it's because of head disease."

"When did you get sick and don't want to kill?" Qi Guiyi asked.