Chapter 258 Replenishing the Kidneys
After lunch, Tong Yao and Ji Jing were still looking at each other. Yeats couldn't stand it anymore and turned to look at Han Qian.
"Mr. Han, do you want to play a game?"
Han Qian tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"What game"
"Just wait"
Yeats stood up and took out a tie from his bag. Qian was not surprised. It was all prepared for him anyway. Yeats covered Han Qian's eyes with his tie and pulled Han Qian to stand up.
"Come and catch me"
"Hey"
Han Qian was slightly stunned, then Tong Yao sneered.
"Do you still have to say, the king is here to catch me?"
The child monster's voice was so loud that Han Qian got goosebumps when he heard it. At this time, Ji Jing stood He stood up and walked to Han Qian's side, blowing hot air into Han Qian's ear.
"The King"
Han Qian put his hands on his waist and raised his head and laughed.
"I finally understand King Zhou's happiness, dear concubine, here I come"
Bang
Han Qian turned around and left, raising his The little toes of his legs kicked on the door frame, and his body hit the floor tiles heavily.
Tong Yao sat on the sofa and sneered.
"Are you still happy?"
Ji Jing glared at Tongyao, and when she stepped forward to help Han Qian, Han Qian yelled.
"Don't move, it hurts"
Yeats frowned.
"Where does it hurt? My little toe will be fine in a while."
Han Qian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.
"My waist seems to have flashed, I just heard a squeak"
In the car, Ji Jing was driving, and Tong Yao was sitting in the back seat, glaring at Yeats angrily.
"Have fun, it's better now. If Han Qian doesn't tease you for a day, it's just a scratch. Is it better now? Your waist is twisted."
Yeats muttered in a low voice without saying anything, nursery rhyme He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looked at Han Qian and said softly.
"It was pretty ordinary before, but now it's even more ordinary, what should I do?"
Han Qian's forehead was covered with sweat and he gritted his teeth.
"I don't have time to quarrel with you. Tongyao, just wait until I get better."
Tongyao curled her lips.
"Haha, you ran to the bathroom to wash your underwear while I was changing my stockings. What else are you talking about?"
Yeats suddenly turned his head.
"Mr. Han, your illness needs to be cured"
Han Qian was furious.
"Yeats, you farted, we have never slept together"
Ji Jing, who was driving, muttered in a low voice.
"My nephew, are you very proud?"
When he arrived at the hospital, Han Qian was pushed in by the bed.
It’s so nice
Familiar place, familiar smell, familiar people.
The old Chinese doctor stood beside the bed holding a teapot, pointing at Han Qian’s waist and facing a group of college students.explained.
"In this case, you can't just look at the immediate trauma. You have to think about why it is so fragile and have a simple understanding. This is a case where the lower back was twisted when a fall. What happened to the little toe that was dislocated? Han Qian, you really have to, um, just bear with your little toe and let me straighten your bones."
Then a group of people watched the old Chinese doctor take off his coat and lift it up. The sleeves were directed at Han Qian.
There was a miserable wailing in the ward.
The old Chinese doctor wiped his sweat and looked at Han Qian who looked like a dead dog.
"It's not a big problem. You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Have you taken the medicine I prepared for you? Well, Teacher Tong, come with me and get him some medicine. The bones in his body are getting weaker day by day."
When Nursery Rhyme went out, Ji Jing followed her out and whispered.
"I'm afraid you'll poison my eldest nephew"
Tong Yao said angrily.
"I'm sick, don't act like a mentally ill person. I'll give him some medicine."
Ji Jing didn't pay attention to the nursery rhymes and took the medicine seriously. He held his cell phone to compare, fearing that the nursery rhymes might drug Han Qian.
In the ward, Han Qian lay motionless on the bed. The old Taoist priest sneaked into the ward and slapped Han Qian on the butt.
"You have a day, little thief"
Han Qian lay on the bed and pouted.
"I'm not in the mood to make trouble with you. Let me tell you when the rain will stop."
"Six o'clock in the evening"
"This can be counted"< /p>
"Weather forecast"
Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest and frowned.
"You are a bit serious, keep nagging me, you have been confused by the torment recently."
The old Taoist priest sat on the bed opposite Han Qian, stretched out his left hand and started Calculate, then yell.
"You won't survive tonight"
Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest, who chuckled.
"I took it in the wrong hand."
Han Qian knew the day he met the old Taoist priest that the words "high moral character and high prestige" had nothing to do with him. The old Taoist priest pinched his fingers and frowned. , his face became slightly ugly, and he took a deep breath.
"Xiao Hanqian, what you have done recently is not very good. How come so many lives were killed by you? If you choose to believe in retribution, this heavy rain really has something to do with you. I haven’t done anything good recently.”
Han Qian frowned.
"I'll just kill some fish."
"Some"
Han Qian became a little irritable and frowned.
"Speaking of serious matters, what should I do?"
The old Taoist priest rubbed his fingers. Yeats immediately took out his wallet. Han Qian suddenly sat up and grabbed the old Taoist priest. The beard said angrily.
"You haven't deceived me enough. You don't know how much money my family has spent this time."
The old Taoist curled his lips.
"What does your family have to do with you? Yeats took the moneyIt's useless. You don't have to worry about this. I can just ask the old monk to chant sutras for you. Actually, it's not a big deal. I just heard that your waist is not very good. Ahem, I have learned a lot of knowledge recently. Just make small lead balls."
"Rolling, rolling, rolling. "
The old Taoist priest laughed and walked away. Han Qian put his hands on his waist and sighed.
"It was originally a pain in the waist, but now it hurts from being massaged by the old Chinese doctor. Miss Ye, Miss Ye, Yeats."
"Yes."
Looking at the confused Yeats, Han Qian asked doubtfully.
"What are you thinking about? "
Yeats tilted his head and said softly.
"I'm thinking about what I'm going to do tomorrow. Will Ye Zhai Pavilion continue to be open?"
" Why not open it?"
As it got dark, Liu Jiulong brought dinner, sat on the bed and looked at Han Qian and sighed softly.
"Pay attention to your health, your sister-in-law will You stewed the fairy chicken, but you forgot a lot of Chinese medicine and wolfberry in it. I wanted to make you a pair of Yangbao, but you don’t seem to eat that stuff, right?”
Han Qian raised his eyebrows and asked.< /p>
"I was disgusted when I ate barbecue last time and it didn't smell good enough."
After saying that, the door of the ward was pushed open, Yang Lan walked in with a thermos bucket, Liu Jiulong stood up quickly and smiled naively.
"Lan Lan Lan Lan, you're here"
Yang Lan glanced at Liu Jiulong sideways, then glanced at Han Qian with contempt, took a deep breath, and left. He walked forward and sat on the bedside, opened the thermos bucket and put it on the bedside.
"I have married so many girls. Is it okay now?"
Han Qian frowned and looked at it. Yang Lan cried out
"Sister Yang, I have a sprain"
"Oh, oh, I know, I know, I made dumplings for you, leeks. , tonic"
Han Qian looked at Yang Lan helplessly, and then Yang Lan took out a small bottle of liquor.
"Medicine"
Han Qian I was so angry that I just ate a dumpling when Qian Wan came.
"Brother, my aunt made it for you, with apple filling"
Everyone was shocked
p>
Yang Lan couldn't bear it after one bite, and frowned at Han Qian and asked
"You don't eat sweets, don't you?"
Han Qian ate. Dumpling said vaguely.
“My aunt made it, and the rat medicine is also delicious. "Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft and free reading