Life With You

George Sheng arrived home very late, standing at the entrance to change shoes, and seeing Song Xi's shoes neatly placed on the right side, he was a little puzzled, secretly saying that she is at home? Or go out with other shoes?

Wearing slippers, he went up to the second floor and came to the door of the master bedroom. There was a small wooden box in front of the door, which was less than 25 centimeters high and the width of a man's palm.

George Sheng lowered his head and peered. After a few seconds, he bent over to pick it up and opened the lid. What caught his eye was a hemispherical object whose color and material were very similar to copper. He didn't see what it was at first glance. George Sheng had to Take out the whole thing and take a closer look, but I still don't understand.

He opened the door and returned to the room. George Sheng put the things on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and made a call to Song Xi.

The phone rang five times, and Song Xi's slightly lazy and confused voice came from the phone, "Hello?"

George Sheng asked: "What is it?"

He has no head or tail. One can imagine how dizzy Song Xi was when he was half asleep and just opened his eyes, but she got used to it, and quickly said: "Ah, it's an aromatherapy burner. The aromatherapy is in it. You can just pick it up half an hour before going to bed. , It will go out after a round."

She said for a long time, after George Sheng finished listening, he said lightly: "You come down and do it, I won't."

Song Xi didn't wait to answer, he was already dead.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and no one responded, so Song Xi had to push the door by herself.

After walking through the corridor, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Song Xi caught a glimpse of the aromatherapy burner on the coffee table. She walked over and unscrewed the lid. She couldn't find the lighter. She could only wait for George Sheng to come out.

After about five minutes, the bathroom door opened, and George Sheng in a black bathrobe came out.

Song Xi sat on the sofa, dressed in white silk pajamas, looked sideways at him and asked, "Where is the lighter?"

George Sheng went to the place where he hung his pants, took out the lighter, and threw it back at her. He didn't say hello to her either. Fortunately, Song Xi reacted quickly and raised his hand to catch it, otherwise he was sure to hit her face.

After such an excitement, the sleepiness is over.

Song Xi lit the incense while explaining the operation to George Sheng, "It's very simple."

George Sheng wiped her hair with his back to her, and said indifferently, "Why put one at my door?"

Song Xi said, "Thank you for coming out for me yesterday morning. I bought this incense burner at Mingyuezhai. It can be regarded as compensation for Ruan Boyan's loss."

She didn't say to pay him back, and George Sheng didn't feel so anxious.

Song Xi screwed on the stove lid, placed it in the middle of the coffee table, got up and said, "Okay."

George Sheng sat on the edge of the bed with no emotions on his face, "Too fragrant, prickly."

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly, "Why? This is to calm the nerves and help sleep."

George Sheng raised his eyes slightly and looked at her and said, "How do you know I am not sleeping well?"

Song Xi looked back at him, "Did you sleep well? I don't know... Almost all the incense in the bedroom is to aid sleep."

George Sheng couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or angry, and 80% of him drank too much and his brain was dull.

Song Xi did not see his displeasure. He had an occupational disease and asked seriously: "What kind of sleep do you have a bad sleep? Is it difficult to fall asleep or wake up easily after falling asleep?"

George Sheng looked at her face the same, and did not delve into it, and replied with the flow: "All of them."

Song Xi asked: "How long has it been like this?"

George Sheng said: "It's about ten years or so."

"Ten years?!" Song Xi was shocked.

George Sheng is not surprised. He hasn't seen a doctor. There are more people with poor sleep, and he is not terminally ill.

So Song Xi looked at him and said, "Then why don't you have any dark circles?"

George Sheng:

Faintly raised his eyes to look at her, George Sheng said nothing, just showing deterrence, it was enough for Song Xi to drink a pot.

Song Xi pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, and then said, "I praise you for your good skin."

George Sheng retracted his gaze with a stare, and said, "Will it be cured? If you can't cure it, don't lie here."

Even more poisonous, Song Xi hadn't heard of it before. For someone of this level, Song Xi could basically treat it as a normal conversation.

Not caring, she asked aloud: "Have you ever taken medicine?"

"Ok."

"Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"

George Sheng said: "It's not that I can't get out of bed, what Chinese medicine do I drink?"

Song Xi couldn't help frowning, and said speechlessly, "Who said that people who drink Chinese medicine can't get out of bed?"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Xi's mind subconsciously showed a weak picture of a lingering illness. Looking at George Sheng, she tentatively asked: "Did you watch Lin Daiyu drink Chinese medicine in "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"

George Sheng said nothing, but frightened people with his cold eyes.

Song Xi pursed her lips and said in a good voice: "Western medicine has a faster effect, but it may not necessarily be more effective than traditional Chinese medicine. As the saying goes, Western medicine treats symptoms, and Chinese medicine treats the root cause. You said that you have not sleep well for ten years. If you have an old problem that hurts the roots, I suggest you try Chinese medicine, plus Chinese medicine, it may be effective."

George Sheng looked at her straight and asked: "Are you doctors, you have to say that you are about to die? So that the patient can pay immediately, buy medicines, and surgery."

The thread in Song Xi’s heart was touched, and he immediately retorted, “I also feel funny, am I a doctor or are you a doctor? The patients nowadays are very funny. When I came to the hospital, he would not listen to what the doctor said. It seems that he can diagnose the pulse by himself, and even prescribe the prescription by himself. It is so powerful, why come to the hospital?"

After all, the fire in my heart was still not clean, Song Xi immediately added: "But I can understand your mood, after all, you are not an ordinary patient, you are still a capitalist, if you don’t know why the hospital Make money, why open a hospital."

George Sheng knew that Song Xi was not a temperless person, but she didn't lose her temper easily, even if it was about Song Yuanqing, she could tolerate it. Who expected him to just say it casually today, she was still anxious.

He was sitting by the bed and she was standing by the coffee table. The two of them were separated by a few meters. After the room was quiet for a few seconds, George Sheng looked at Song Xi who was still suffocating and said, "You are not a qualified doctor, and you should not be careful. Doctor outside."

Song Xidong looked sideways at George Sheng, and someone stepped on the bottom line again. In her eyes, she wanted to smash him to the end. Her voice was deep. She asked, "Why do you say that?"

George Sheng replied with a faint expression and a calm tone: "The first rule of doctors' professional ethics is that as a doctor, you should always consider the patients; the third, the language is civilized, the attitude is kind, and the patient is caring and considerate."

"I just ask casually, your attitude and tone, if I have a heart attack, I will be **** off by you if I don't commit a crime."

After all, George Sheng gave a mocking smile, "What's the use of high technology? You don't even have the basic common sense to be a doctor."