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"Impossible." Ma replied simply. The food and living habits of Dongfang Shijin were matched by special personnel. Even the food he ate needed five checks. There was no problem with the food.

Moreover, Dongfang Shijin has always been strong and exercises regularly every day. In Britain, equestrian, fencing and target shooting are regular every week, while in China, he also exercises every day.

If it is a disease, it is impossible. The descendants of the Oriental family have always been strong.

The only Oriental Shikai had a disease, and it was because his mother's family was unknown.

There can be no problem with Dongfang Shijin.

"Well... It should be a simple cold and fever," the doctor made a preliminary conclusion. "Generally, you will recover in 3-5 days. If you haven't recovered completely in 3-5 days, you should go to a large hospital for specific examination."

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"But I think it should be a normal fever, but it's just a little more serious. In the next days, there's no problem taking drugs, giving injections on time, and paying attention to a good diet."

"Are you sure?" when ye Qingcheng said this, he trembled inexplicably.

"Sure, I will recover in three days."

Having said this, the doctor went out again to prescribe some simple drugs.

When Ma Zi heard the doctor's words, he also expressed understanding and said to Ye Qingcheng with relief, "maybe it's just that the young master's fever is more serious... The young master doesn't eat much every day in the days you left. Maybe it's temporary... He will recover in three days. Sister ye, don't worry too much."

"..." Ye Qingcheng seemed to be scared out of some cold sweat. She reluctantly nodded, "HMM."

The horse looked at Ye Qingcheng, sighed in his heart, and turned out.

Inside the room, the breathing sound of Dongfang Shijin slowly became even.

Ye Qingcheng felt as if her strength had almost been stripped away when she was young. Her nerves couldn't bear the sudden vanity

It should be all right.

No... he'll be fine.

He is such a powerful man

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly sour. She raised her feet, as if it was somewhat vain and difficult. She walked over and slowly sat down by the bed.

Dongfang Shijin was lying on the big bed. A handsome face was somewhat bloodless, and his thin lips were also somewhat cracked.

Ye Qingcheng slowly picked up his hand. He seemed to be sleeping, and his slender and thick eyelashes were calm.

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