National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiujin looked at himself all the time, thinking he was still in pain, and rubbed his fingers with a lot of lightness.

some people.

Born to understand darkness.

Even if I understand it again.

To a specific person.

All thoughts will be put away.

Speak with Bo Jiu.

Qin Mo is that particular person.

How important is the companionship of childhood.

No one said clearly.

Aunt Zhang still heard the noise and hurriedly came up and asked, "Nine Young, what's wrong with this?"

"Brother Mo has a headache, and trouble Aunt Zhang makes a phone call. The Qin family should have a private doctor." Bo Jiu did not give Qin Mo a chance to speak.

Aunt Zhang did not. Her decision was the same as that of Jiu Shao. She went downstairs and called quickly.

Qin Mo now finds it interesting. What's the matter with this guy keeping him as a glass doll?

Because of the posture.

Qin Mo can hold Bo Jiu's waist with his hand.

He did the same.

Mr. Bo Jiu patronized and rubbed his head to the great god, and did not notice the movement of the great god at all.

In fact, in the minds of Bo Jiu, she has always been eating the god tofu.

This concept developed from childhood is indeed not very easy to change.

The private doctor came quickly. After all, Qin Mo had a high fever before, but there was only one thing that the private doctor was very puzzled.

Qin Shaofei was uncomfortable when he was uncomfortable. When he was extremely uncomfortable, he just let him puncture the needle and rest with his eyes closed.

Why now he asked where, Qin Shao said he was uncomfortable.

Ming Ming Shao is almost gone!

When the private doctor auscultated, he seriously doubted whether his medical skills were a problem.

Looking up, I just wanted to ask something.

He came into contact with Qin Shao's slightly wary eyes.

Look at the boy next to him who looks good and stares at himself.

Qin Shao, who was clearly uncomfortable before looking at the eyes, was clear.

The private doctor understood exactly what it was and coughed gently.

Seeing that he put away his stethoscope, Bo Jiu smiled and asked, "Doctor, how is Brother Mo?"

"It burned down, but Qin Shao's body was still weak." When he said this, the private doctor's face did not change color, and he still felt guilty in his heart: "I'm afraid that I will get worse tonight, and I need someone to stay with me. It ’s better to take your temperature every hour, and press his head if necessary ... "

Bo just listened carefully and remembered almost everything that should be remembered: "OK."

The private doctor glanced at the person lying on the bed again, and after receiving the hint, he added: "It is better to have someone to stay up at night. The common viral influenza is more serious at night."

"This? Then do you need to continue to drip Mo Ge?" Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

The private doctor hurriedly said: "This is not necessary." Now Qin Shao can have dragons and tigers, and then lose what to lose ...

"Do you need any medicine?"

Private doctors didn't even want to talk.

The man behind the boy nodded.

The private doctor only changed his words: "Need, the medicines are below, I will give it to Aunt Zhang in a moment."

"Okay." Bo Jiu got the answer he wanted, and simply threw the private doctor there, tucked in the quilt for Qin Mo.

Private doctors have never seen anyone take care of Qin Shao like this.

Especially want to wipe sweat.

But he dared not do anything.

Qin Shao ’s line of sight was clearly saying, “Hurry up.”

The private doctor said goodbye immediately and disappeared very fast!

After all, even he felt that his young master was too shameless.

Measuring your body temperature every hour or something is obviously to eat beautiful young tofu...