"It's not that complicated. Zhao Yongqi didn't have anything to say about waving his hand, "If I choose by myself, I still want to rest for a while, don't do anything, and lie lazily and stupidly every day, that's life." Now, in fact, it can be regarded as a small bun that has given me a little easier time. ”

"That's right. Li Chen, who had been sitting and laughing at everyone's nonsense, nodded and interjected: "Xiao Qi is indeed too busy now, and he can't sleep for an average of six hours every day, so it's really not a way to go on in the long run." Just like He He said, the money is enough, and the fame is unmatched, so why work so hard. ”

Li Chen's words were obviously recognized by everyone. For Zhao Yongqi's busyness, these people around him are probably the most feeling.

Just when everyone was giggling and laughing, the ignorant on the side suddenly looked at Cheng He and asked, "Brother He, what's wrong with you?"

When Zhao Yongqi turned around, what he saw was Cheng He holding his stomach, leaning back on the chair with a pale face, even his forehead was full of cold sweat.

An arrow stepped to Cheng He's side, Zhao Yongqi frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Brother He, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a stomachache. Cheng He smiled reluctantly and said, "I don't know what's going on, in the past few days, I always have a bad stomachache." Yesterday, I went to the hospital here for a check-up for a long time, and the doctor prescribed two bottles of stomach and appetite medicine, saying that I probably had eaten badly. However, it's actually okay, as long as you endure it a little. ”

Zhao Yongqi, who didn't have the heart to laugh, reached out and grabbed Cheng He's wrist, and said softly: "Brother He, let me take a look." ”

Since learning the golden acupuncture technique, Zhao Yongqi also knows a little bit about cutting the pulse, although it is not a life-threatening ability, but at least there is no problem in judging the general condition of the body.

For example, Xiao Baozi and others are not the first time to see Zhao Yongqi cut his pulse, and even usually have a headache and brain fever, and every time he is the first Mongolian doctor.

In an instant, the entire lounge quieted down, allowing Zhao Yongqi to concentrate and judge carefully.

After a long time, Zhao Yongqi, who had been frowning his sword eyebrows, repeatedly cut his pulse for a long time, and then put down Cheng He's wrist and said puzzledly: "In my opinion, except for the lack of qi and blood, I don't feel anything wrong." Even the internal organs are full of vitality, and they really don't hurt as much. ”

"Haha, I said it was okay. Cheng He waved his hand indifferently, as if he said it, and in a short period of time, the abdominal pain that made him pale seemed to be really about to disappear.

Seeing that Cheng He didn't seem to be pretending, not to mention that there was no need to pretend to be these suddenly, Zhao Yongqi was puzzled in his heart. In the eyes of others, they may think that he is not skilled in medicine and can't judge any symptoms, but he knows very well that it is a bit difficult to prescribe the right medicine, then he admits it, but if he just judges the condition, he can be said to be very sure. But now he found that Cheng He didn't seem to have unbearable abdominal pain because of a problem with any part of his body, which made Xiao Qi a little confused.

Seeing that Cheng He's face had gradually returned to normal, he was wiping the cold sweat on his head and smiling nonsense, and everyone was gradually letting go of their worries, maybe it was some kind of nervous pain, or it was simply just a few laughs just now. At the moment, no one is particularly worried.

Faced with such a situation, Zhao Yongqi patted Cheng He on the shoulder and told him to go to Hangzhou University Hospital if he continued to have this kind of pain, and he could only put it down temporarily.

The time for talking and laughing passed quickly, and it didn't take long for everyone to start preparing for the morning's work. After a busy morning, after lunch, when most of the idle people gathered together to break around, Li Ji-en's small body suddenly jumped into the lounge.

As soon as he entered the door, the little cute beautiful eyes swept and stared directly at Cheng He, rushed to his side with a smile, and said in a coquettish voice: "He Oba, show me your line script, I'm going to play with you tomorrow, I lost your script in the hotel, and it's okay in the afternoon, take it out and let me do it." ”

"Oh, in the back, you tinker with it yourself. Cheng He, who was spread out on the chair and pretended to be dead, pointed behind him casually, and didn't even seem to bother to move his body.

The loungers in the lounge are basically long reclining chairs. Behind each chair hangs a small storage bag. This bag is not used to put any personal belongings, but basically stuffed with work supplies such as line scripts and body scripts. On the one hand, a copy is lost in the crew, in case anyone who doesn't get the script needs to go back to the hotel to get it. On the other hand, there are often small changes to the script, which can be easily changed at any time.

Seeing that Cheng He agreed, Li Zhien didn't say much, so he naturally ran behind him, grabbed the bag and began to rummage through the script number he needed.

"Hey, Heoba, you still have a doll. Within a moment, Li Zhien's voice suddenly sounded, "It's so ugly, why are you carrying such an ugly doll." ”

"Doll?" Cheng He was stunned for a moment, sat up straight and looked back, only to see that Li Zhien's hand was holding a doll the size of half a palm at the moment.

The doll that is obviously made at the end of the work is just like what Lee Ji-eun said, and it is really ugly. The small doll is made of dirty rags, with distinct limbs and a small human shape, but the head is depicted strangely. Except for a mouth with an "inverted arc" that looks like a bitter gourd face, all other facial features are absent, giving people a very weird feeling.

Cheng He took the so-called doll, and after looking at it twice, he was about to throw it away, and said indifferently: "I don't know whose thing it is, it looks like it was picked up from a trash can." ”

Just as Cheng He aimed at the trash can on the side and was about to throw it in neatly, Zhao Yongqi suddenly stepped forward and took the doll from his hand, and after looking at it over and over for a long time, he had a gloomy face and asked Cheng He seriously: "Who have you offended recently?"

"Huh?" Cheng He was stunned for a moment, and originally wanted to tease a few words, but looking at Zhao Yongqi's face, he couldn't help but retract the joke that had come to his lips, grabbed his hair and said: "Your brother He has been focusing on recording flowers recently, or if he is messing with you, who will offend anyone?"

"That's weird. Zhao Yongqi waved the doll in his hand and said very seriously: "If I'm not mistaken, this doll should be regarded as a voodoo doll, or a curse doll, anyway, it's almost like that." ”