The old lady wears a Tang suit, a face, and the micro fative body is almost complicated to the side of the woman.

Judging only on her neck with a bunch of round pearl necklaces, hand in a golden ring, a lazy model, but she walked from the road, but he said, " " called a non-stop, short A few steps, I walked for a while, I went to the sofa next to it, lifting the eyes glanced at the grandfather, and I opened the mouth: "Dr. Gan, you will leave some medicine, I have painted it. Itch ... "

Gan Lao doctor secretly shook his head, walked over, and took the pulse for her: "You have not been big, this medicine will be better, you feel itchy, that is what you have eaten recently. Is it? "

If this clinic has been paid, he has agreed to replace this old lady to cure the disease. He will accompany this old wife!

"Which one kills me? I hurt my old bones to live, I don't listen to the physician, I eat this medicine every day, I also taboo, Xiang Yu, you said yes ..." The old man opened a sentence, looked up, and asked the woman.

Women are alive, some hesitate.

Mr. Gan is expected that this doesn't want to lie and dare to tell the truth, and I have not prepared to let her open, so that this old lady is not awkward.

I simply wrote a meal: "I added a good medicine in your side, eat on time, but if I recurned next time, I couldn't do it. I have a shackle, you put the pulse."

Mr. Gan said, there was some irritability on the face.

The old master is always temper, and Jing Yunzhao rarely see him.

But thinking about it, some people have a terminal illness, but they are not good, but some people don't cherish their bodies, and they will give yourself a bet to play with others. Jing Yun Zhao really doesn't understand, such a patient, Divide what she is using.

In front of Jing Yun, the old lady looked at her, but it was in the heart of Gan, but I talked, let her tried the testin.

However, the old lady is somewhat impatient, but the blink of work will go back, a pair "has given you a chance", Jing Yunzhao asked a few words, the old lady still does not care, but The woman next to it is busy to answer.

This old lady is not good, and it is not possible to walk at all, and itch is difficult.

Jing Yunzhao asked how the father used medicine, but found an extremely funny thing.

The father of the father is a cure. After drinking, it relieves pain. The body will relieve itching, but the house is filled with a touch of ointment, especially the old lady, the taste and the father opened the pharmacist different.

"Mrs. Old, you are full of itching ointment, it is useless. The disease is sent by the body. If you don't take medicine on time, you can't be good." Jing Yun Zhao fangs.

This old lady will be someone as a farm animal, making the call to call it, but half of the people don't put it in my heart.

The old lady was stunned, and he stabbed his next side: "The little man is you talking to others! I hate can't tear your mouth, all the way, how do you not go? dead!"

Jing Yun Zhao frowned, and the attitude is slightly cold.

"You are wrong, I feel good, smell your medicine." Jing Yun Zhao snorted again, and said: "You can't manage our people, but you can't converge, don't toss the child. Insulting the monk opened by the doctor, waiting for the treatment of the disease more than you. "

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