The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

Yan Qiming came over to persuade: "Doctor Qu, Comrade Jian, what she said may be the truth."

"Dr. Yan, I am begging you with all my dignity today. I just trust your medical skills. Don't think that I will listen to you in everything." Dr. Qu said angrily: "You don't care about the bottom line for a woman. I won't tolerate it. you."

Yan Qiming took a breath, he didn't know what to say.

Jian Xining touched her chin. Although she didn't care much about fame and fortune, Dr. Qu was so annoying that she really wanted to curse him.

"Mom, are you leaving? If you don't leave, I will carry you back." Dr. Qu was very angry when he saw that his mother refused to leave.

Jian Xining quietly took out a packet of medicinal powder from the space and waved it in front of Dr. Qu. Dr. Qu felt a scent of fragrance in his nose, his whole body softened, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

He looked at Jian Xining and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to speak. At this moment, all he could do was look at Jian Xining with his eyes open.

Jian Xining looked at him and said: "I have really tolerated you for a long time. A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth."

Doctor Qu stared at Jian Xining.

Jian Xining snorted coldly, "Why are you staring? Be careful I dig out your eyeballs."

"What happened?" Aunt Qu couldn't see it. She only heard a 'dong' sound just now, and then she couldn't hear her son's voice anymore. She was a little confused.

Yan Qiming stood nearby and looked at Jian Xining in surprise, his eyes bright, and he was interested in the medicinal powder that Jian Xining waved casually.

Doctor Qu didn't dare to stare when he heard Jian Xining's words.

Jian Xining took out a pen and paper, wrote down the prescription, and handed it to Yan Qiming, "Doctor Yan, give this prescription to Uncle Qu, just say it is the medicine you prescribed, and ask him to make the medicine for Aunt Qu on time every day, and don't Let Aunt Qu stay up late."

Yan Qiming took the prescription written by Jian Xining. He took a look at the prescription and asked, "Is Aunt Qu's eye disease related to the liver?"

Jian Xining nodded, "Yes, I checked my pulse just now, and a string pulse appeared."

Yan Qiming also stretched out his hand to take Aunt Qu's pulse, frowned and said: "There is indeed a stringy pulse, but this pulse is stringy and strong. When you first get sick, it is stringy and strong, and when you are sick for a long time, it is stringy and weak. Such a strong stringy pulse should be When I first got sick, was the medicine you prescribed too strong?"

Jian Xining pursed her lips and said: "What you are talking about is just a symptom. The stringier the pulse, the more serious the condition. But there is another point. For a person who has been ill for a long time, if the pulse is stringy and strong, the condition may be aggravated or worsened. Aunt Qu's pulse condition is obvious It’s a sign that her condition is getting worse. Her eye disease has been there for a long time, which means she’s been sick for a long time.”

Yan Qiming thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, then I will take the prescription to Uncle Qu."

After saying that, he glanced at Dr. Qu, who was still lying on the ground, and asked, "Is Dr. Qu okay?"

"It's okay. You can come back later and send him to the ward to lie down for a few days. Don't let him go home." Jian Xining said.

Yan Qiming smiled helplessly, nodded finally, and went out with the prescription.

When Aunt Qu heard what Jian Xi Ning said just now, she hurriedly asked, "What happened to me, Qu'er? What happened to him?"

"Auntie, your son is okay. He has been too tired from work recently. Let him rest." Jian Xining said, "I will take you back."

Aunt Qu nodded.

After delivering the prescription, Yan Qiming helped Dr. Qu and left.

Dr. Qu lay in the ward for a week.

This week, the results of Jane Eyre's examination came out. The situation was not very good. Sure enough, he had congestion in his brain that was compressing the nerves.