Sick Wife's Pet Manual

"Aren't you going to tell me?" His ink-stained eyes narrowed, revealing a gleam of growing curiosity.

"It's not that I don't say it!" It's impossible to say well.
Xiangqi replied.

Bufu still looked at Xiangqi with such eyes, "You say."

"Oh, don't ask, I won't tell anyway, I'll go see if the doctor is here, please raise your hand for me!"

Xiangqi took the unattached hand, trying to lift his heavy hand, "No, if you don't tell me, I won't let you go."

Bufu's face was slightly drunk, and he muttered: "You won't say anything until you get up."

"Where the hell did you come from? Having a fever feels like drinking too much?"

Taking advantage of his inattention, Xiangqi rolled over and slipped out of bed: "You just stay here first, I'll go find someone."

"meaning"

"Hey!"

Before Xiangqi finished speaking, she went out quickly.

But Bufu who was lying on the bed directly lowered his hand, his eyes became more and more indifferent, then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

10 minute later.

Xiangqi brought up a young, elegant-looking man who looked like a playboy, "You are a doctor? Why do you look like the leading actor in a TV series?"

Although this man is wearing a white coat with fair skin and his long and narrow eyes slightly narrowed, he can still see his black pupils, his thin lips make it impossible to look away, and his long black hair is a little flowing. He is playing with his hands A piece of cloth scroll, hidden mystery.

"Of course it's a doctor, a genuine doctor with a mixture of Chinese and Western medicine. Children who don't understand should stay away."

The corner of the man's mouth rose slightly until he saw that his face was very red on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was already in a state of fainting, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's fine if you don't die."

"What are you talking about? How could he die? It's just a small cold!"

"For a woman's sake, sit aside and sit down."

The man pushed Xiangqi away, and he walked to Bufu's bed, gently opened Bufu's eyelids with his fingers to see the rolling of the eyeballs and the color of the whites of the eyes.

"I came a few quarters of an hour late, and he is probably going to get dressed and put on makeup, and prepare a good coffin to spark off."

The man's words were slightly stretched, and his thin and slightly cool lips said: "But for the sake of the old classmates, I guarantee that the hands will be rejuvenated."

"I feel that if you continue to be so narcissistic, he will really prepare the coffin."

Xiangqi looked at this man full of drama, his self-indulgent appearance made me want to kick him!
"This is not narcissism, this is strength~"

This man is indeed an evildoer, but under those sword-shaped eyebrows is a pair of slender peach eyes, full of passion, which makes people fall into it if they are not careful. His high nose and moderately thick red lips are rippling at this moment. With a dazzling smile.

"Can you please restrain yourself? Brother? Didn't you say that he is your old classmate? He is dying of illness now, but you can still laugh? Are you really a relative or friend?"

"Could it be that he is like this and I should cry for him? I can save him depending on my mood, okay?"

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was still smiling happily. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed into a beautiful arc, shining with a pink luster.

Xiangqi thought to herself: "..." You just want to disregard human lives, right?

"Okay, then you should cure the unattached cold first! There will be time to talk about the rest later."

The man smiled and said, "This matter is trivial, but is it true that you have lost your memory?"
This man knew that Xiangqi had been hospitalized in his hospital for a few days, but he didn't know whether Xiangqi came to the hospital because of amnesia or other symptoms.

"It's amnesia, but I feel nothing. It's just that Bufu needs to be rescued even more now. Shouldn't you just focus on saving him?"

"No, he has been oppressing me. Now that he is like this, I just come to save him while admiring it." What the man said, everyone has no contact.

"My name is Fang Qingzhou, but you probably don't know me now, but I know you. After all, you have lived in my house for a while." Fang Qingzhou's beautiful eyes flashed a bright light.

"I still lived in your house?" Xiangqi said in disbelief.
"Yes, the details will have to wait for me to heal this fellow before discussing with you the memory you have forgotten."

Fang Qingzhou nodded with certainty, then opened the baby cloth bag in his hand, he smiled and looked at Xiangqi and said: "You sit on the sofa over there, I want to help you with acupuncture, standing here will affect you. to me..."
"Can acupuncture cure a cold?"

Xiangqi has seen ancient TV dramas, those doctors rely on a needle to civilize the world, but this is just TV?

She was a little puzzled: "Are you sure you don't need a drip and don't need to take medicine?"
"No, acupuncture and moxibustion will do. You have to trust me and the traditional Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion that my family has passed down for hundreds of years."

Fang Qingzhou narrowed her eyes and said, "Where is the alcohol lamp?"

"Master Fang, the alcohol lamp you want." Aunt Lin from behind brought a bottle of already lit alcohol lamp and walked towards Fang Qingzhou, and then she put the burning alcohol lamp on Xiangqi's bedside table superior.

On the other side, Xiangqi sat obediently on the sofa in her room, but she still asked worriedly, "Dr. Fang, does the acupuncture hurt?"
"What do you think?"

At this time, Fang Qingzhou had already spread out the needle bag in front of the table. With his slender hands, he picked up a needle on the cloth bag, and then put the needle on the blue flame of the innermost wick of the alcohol lamp to roast. , in disinfection.

"I have never been pricked before, but I have been pricked by needles. It should all hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt. The thickness of the needle and this silver needle are different. If you want to try it, come here and I will prick the acupuncture point on your arm first. You can feel it and you will know whether it hurts or not."

As Fang Qingzhou said, he took a silver needle that had been sterilized by an alcohol lamp, and seemingly casually inserted it into Bufu's face. In fact, Fang Qingnan's accuracy could not be higher. .
He is the heir of the Fang family's acupuncture and moxibustion, and his natural technique is also very superb, while his younger brother Fang Qingnan's acupuncture and moxibustion technique is second only to his elder brother.

"Okay, don't move, it will be fine in a while!"

In his sleep, Bufu felt the prickling pain on his face, and he couldn't help but want to use his hand to move the needle stuck in Qian Qian's face.

After being given acupuncture by Fang Qingzhou, he twisted the tail ends of several other silver needles one by one, put them in the wick of an alcohol lamp to sterilize them, and then pinpointed the acupuncture points that were not attached to his face and inserted them accurately...
"It's so hot!"

Bufu who couldn't wake up from his sleep, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his slightly frowning forehead, and his body also felt drenched: "Water—water—I want to drink water!"
"You can't feed him water. You can give him a drink after I close the needle."

When Fang Qingzhou saw that Xiang Qi was about to pour water for Bufu, he stopped him.

"Why? Shouldn't patients with a fever drink more water?"

Xiangqi asked something unclear, but she still poured water for Bufu.

"Cough|——Bufu's physique is different from that of many people. He rarely catches a cold. This cold is unusual, so since his fever has not subsided, he can only give it a few minutes after I close the needle. He drinks."

Fang Qingzhou coughed, and then saw that most of his work had been completed, so he sat leisurely on the sofa where Xiangqi was sitting, and said, "Okay, we can just wait here for a while."
"Oh... are you sure you're so hasty? He's got a big fever!"

Xiangqi felt incredible, she looked at Bufu with an expression of ignorance and ignorance in her eyes.

"Otherwise, what do you think you are going to do to him? If you take medicine, the medicine is three-point poisonous. If you take a bottle, it will reduce the body's resistance and immunity. Acupuncture is better. There will be no side effects, and it just helps the condition. Function." Fang Qingzhou opened and closed the corners of his mouth.

He spoke like flowing water, and there were very few words that Xiangqi could understand. For example, she didn't understand what lowered resistance and immunity, and how poisonous medicine was.

After a while, Bufu on the bed calmed down his heartbeat and body temperature.

"Okay, I'm going to close the needle."

Fang Qingzhou walked to Bufu's bed, and he carefully put away the silver needle from Bufu's face, "It's okay, now he just needs to sleep, the temperature in his body will recede by itself, and then When he wakes up, take a hot bath for him to sweat, and then use the Chinese herbal medicine I brought to your house last time to wash together. When he is free, let him run more to relax his spirit. Recently, his spirit is too much. nervous."
"Okay, thank you." Xiang Qi remembered what Fang Qingzhou said about what to do, and she thanked him in a low voice.

"You don't need to thank me. After all, you are my mother's goddaughter, so I am also your eldest brother."

Fang Qingzhou remembered that when Xiang Qi came to his home last time, his mother recognized her as her goddaughter.

"Huh? What the hell did I do before that you are my big brother?"

Xiangqi was slightly taken aback, what kind of fairy memory did she lose her memory? ? ?
"You must be very sad for forgetting my mother~" After all, his mother is short of a daughter, and Xiang just happened to fill this vacancy.

Now Xiangqi has lost her memory, which is not a bad thing.
"But this room of yours is designed with a lot of thought? This shouldn't be an unattached room, right?"

Only then did Fang Qingzhou look at the princess room he was in.

"This is the room he gave me."

Xiangqi looked at the room she wanted so badly when she was a child, but now Zhuo Zhi can't like this kind of room with all the pink background? ?

"However, why did he give you such a room? I remember that he is not a boy with a childlike heart."

"Eh, I don't know what it is." Xiang Qi was about to speak, when Fang Qingnan took a step forward and said with a smile, "This should be the room you lived in before you lost your memory, right?"

"I don't know that either"

Because of this amnesia, Xiangqi became clueless, "But this room does have a familiar and strange feeling. I don't know if it's an illusion, but maybe I like this kind of room decoration without attachment, so..."

"I don't know if you like it or not, but Bufu definitely doesn't like such complicated and pink furniture."

Regarding this point, Fang Qingzhou is still very aware of this matter and is still lying on the bed.

As his deskmate, he knows a thing or two about the little things in his heart.

"As far as the decoration of this room is concerned, the room is matched with white and pink. The pink walls, pink curtains and pink bedding bring out the entire style of the European-style princess room. The white lockers and white bed decorations, Somewhat beautiful. This European-style princess room sets off an atmospheric atmosphere. It is very particular about the choice of colors. A series of patterns close to pink are used to dress up the whole room. Under the romantic dim light, the room shows The beauty of the atmosphere as a whole."

And pink is a color that many girls like.

However, for mature women, if they pretend to be too pink at home, they will inevitably be too girly and tender.

The use of light crystal powder in home decoration can avoid this kind of embarrassment, and it will add a romantic and elegant atmosphere to the room, not too gorgeous, exaggerated, elegant and charming, it is a good home decoration color.

But if you don't have a room with this color, you will definitely not like it, because he is neither a girl nor a mature woman.