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Although it is very difficult to say, it is only four words, but the words are clear and the words are clear.

Saying this, all the people in the ward were stunned, and their eyes widened and they looked at the old lady in disbelief.

Seeing this, the old lady repeated again, "Discharge from the hospital, go home." ”

After nearly 20 days in the hospital, she didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore.

In the end, Jian Mingfan and Yan Shu asked the attending doctor together, and when the attending doctor clearly affirmed that he could be discharged from the hospital, as long as he took care of him carefully, he went through the discharge procedures.

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"Gross~!"

As soon as I entered the door when I got home on the seventh day of junior high school, I felt a feeling of nausea in my chest, and I wanted to vomit, so I hurriedly strode towards the bathroom.

"Vomit, vomit!" bent over the toilet, retching.

"Seven, what's wrong?" Jian Yiyang stood beside her, patting her on the back, looking worried and distressed, "Why did you vomit so well? It's been more than seven months, why is it still disgusting?"

Chu Qi shook his head, weak, and wanted to speak, "Gross!"

There was another bout of retching, but nothing could be spat out except a mouthful of pantothenic saliva.

"Ahh

"What's wrong, what's wrong? What's uncomfortable?" Jian Yiyang's heart was pinched by her call.

"It hurts, it hurts. Legs, leg cramps, cramps. Chu Qi held Jian Yiyang with one hand, and pressed it on his calf with the other, "Ah, ah, ah!"

Another shout.

Caring about it so much, Jian Yiyang sat directly on the ground, lifted the hem of Chu Qi's skirt up, and rubbed her calves.

"How's it going, is there anything better?" asked Chu Qi as he rubbed his head.

There were fine beads of sweat on Chu Qi's face, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Trying to stand as straight as possible, he held the sink behind him with both hands and nodded, "Okay, it's better." ”

Until the twitching sensation of kneading is gone, and the hot feeling is replaced by him.

Jian Yiyang stood up at this time, picked up Chu Qi by the waist, and walked towards the sofa in the living room. Carefully put her on the sofa, let her sit on the big pillow, and then put her legs on her legs, and continue to massage her calves, with moderate weight.

"Are you comfortable?" asked softly, turning his head to look at her.

Chu Qi smiled with a gentle and pleasant face, and nodded, "Hmm," took a pillow and hugged it in his arms, looking at him with starry eyes, "When did you learn this hand?"

"Haven't I learned much to take care of you?" the massage had moved from her calves to the soles of her feet.

Chu Qi's feet are now a little swollen, and when he presses his fingers, he can print a deep pit mark.

Jian Yiyang looked very distressed.

"Hah, itchy. Chu Qi smiled, trying to withdraw his feet from his "claws", but he fixed her and didn't let her move.

"Don't move, press it again. The big palm held the ball of her foot in place and continued to press the soles of her feet.

"But, it's itchy!" Chu Qixiao lay on the pillow, "Can you not press the soles of your feet, press somewhere else?"

At the beginning, there are three places that are most afraid of itching, the neck, waist, and the soles of the feet.

These three places are her death holes. However, it is only for Jian Yiyang, but she is not afraid of others scratching her.