Zijun slept in a daze, as if he heard some soft snorts, and he didn't know what it was, but he felt that he couldn't sleep well anymore. When she finally came to her senses, realizing that the sound was coming from the room, she sat up from the bed abruptly. Then she saw that on the bed next to her, Sister Zifang was curled up in a ball, rubbing her stomach with one hand, and moaning suppressedly.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Is it a stomachache, I'll call the doctor immediately. Zijun turned on his mobile phone from the bedside as he spoke, and walked barefoot to Zifang's bed. Zifang's face was pale, and the fine hair on her forehead had been soaked with sweat, obviously in pain.

"Jun, Junjun...... No, I ...... It's all ...... It's an old problem, it's ...... Dysmenorrhea. Zifang said and continued, "You help me and get a cup...... Ginger syrup comes. "Actually, drinking ginger syrup doesn't have much effect, but it's a little relieved. In the past, she used to take painkillers, but now she doesn't even dare to eat this anymore, she can only suffer from pain.

In the past few years, her health has become worse and worse, and as soon as the weather is cold, she has to wear thick clothes. People are still in the autumn, and she put on her winter coat early. At first, she didn't understand, but then the doctor asked her about her situation and taught her a lesson. It is said that painkillers cannot be eaten indiscriminately, not to mention that there is drug resistance after eating too much, and there are other side effects, and fear of cold is one of them.

"Okay, sister, you wait, I'll go. Zijun casually put the cotton clothes on his body, put on his shoes indiscriminately and rushed out the door. The hotel is equipped with a restaurant, and a bowl of ginger syrup is not difficult to get. When Zijun went, the back kitchen was busy, and after a while, Zijun came back with ginger syrup.

"Sister, you hurry up and drink it while it's hot and eat these gingers too," Zijun helped Zifang up, and handed the ginger syrup to Zifang's mouth one by one.

"Sister, did you have this problem before? Is it like this every month?" When Zijun was young, Zijun didn't have much contact with Zifang, so naturally he didn't know much about her situation. She had heard that many girls had this problem, but she had never seen it like this. And herself, when she came to menstruation, except for being a little weaker than usual, she didn't feel anything else, so she naturally couldn't understand, "Have you seen a doctor?

Since the second accidental miscarriage, Zifang has fallen into this problem. In the past few years, she has seen a lot of doctors. First, I saw Western doctors, and they all said that her uterus was damaged, and a lot of medicine was prescribed, but it didn't work. Later, when I was in a hurry, I also went to see a Chinese medicine doctor, and then I said that, I also prescribed a lot of Chinese medicine. The effect is somewhat some, and I don't know how many bowls of bitter medicine I drank to death, and it didn't work for a month and the second month. It's a three-part poison, she can't take the medicine as a meal, it hurts, and it's fine to survive these two or three days every month.

"It's okay, just get used to it. "After drinking ginger syrup, I can at least speak more coherently. It still hurts, and the place is heavy, as if it is falling. It's fine to lie on the bed like this, but she doesn't have the strength to walk if she gets up. In recent years, this kind of pain has become a habit, and when it first hurts, the hatred for that man in her heart keeps rising.

Later, she didn't even disdain to hate him, and hating him inevitably meant that she would remember him, so it was better to hate herself alone. After all, it is also self-inflicted, and she cannot live, who made her blind in the first place? Who made her fall twice in the same place? If she chooses to leave the first time, it will not be that she is not even qualified to be a mother.

The movement of the two of them finally woke up Zimei, "Sister, Sister Zifang, why did you two get up so early?"

"Sister Zifang is a little uncomfortable, you can sleep for a while. "At this moment, it was already dawn. If it was usual, Zijun would have gotten up a long time ago. Last night, thinking that tomorrow would be gone, the three sisters didn't know when they would be able to get together, so they chatted late.

When Zijun thought about it like this, he found that Sister Zifang was a little unwell last night, and she didn't hear her much in the back. She met Xiao Yan, and she thought that her sister had something on her mind, so she naturally didn't think about anything else.

"What's wrong with Sister Zifang, let me take a look?" Zimei was admitted to the medical university, and he will study for five years and graduate next year. Chen Zhili had an accident back then, and her sister went out to work to hit her quite hard. She thinks it's nice to have a doctor at home at a critical moment. Later, her father's body was also adjusted step by step, so she became more interested in the medicine of her motherland.

Zimei did not choose to specialize in traditional Chinese medicine, but enrolled in clinical medicine of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. After studying for three and a half years, I have mastered a lot of theoretical knowledge, but I am not good at practical application, maybe it may be better to enter the hospital for internship in the future. As for studying Chinese medicine with Chen Zhili when she is at home every summer, so far, she will also have some daily diagnoses, and she has to find her father when she encounters incurable diseases.

At first, Chen Zhili said that his master's ancestor was a palace doctor, and Zimei didn't believe it. Gradually, watching her father cure more and more people, she really believed. She herself is a medical student, but she admires her father so much. In the year of the college entrance examination, she was busy with the college entrance examination, and when she went home to read until midnight, she found that her father was also reading medical books in the middle of the night. Sometimes even when she sleeps, or when she wakes up, her father is still reading medical books. It's no wonder that my father is in his forties, and his medical skills are so good halfway home.

"Sister Zifang, she-by the way, Meimei, you go and see if Dad has woken up, let him show Sister Zifang. "Zijun really hasn't gotten along with Chen Zhili for so many years, and he has never been equated with a doctor. In her heart, Chen Zhili is her father, and as for other identities or something, she is really insensitive.

Within a few minutes, Chen Zhili came over, "What's wrong with Zifang?" He walked in, and looked at Zifang's face at the same time.

"Dad, you help Sister Zifang first. Zijun smiled and didn't say anything. She also secretly pinched Sister Zifang's hand and didn't let her say. I always heard my mother and sister talk about my father's medical skills. The imperial doctors on TV can call the pulse with a rope, and they are also miraculous. Zijun is planning to test her father.

Chen Zhili also followed her, and when he sat down, he cocked his fingers to sign the pulse. Zijun looked at her father, only to see that his brows were furrowing deeper and deeper, and his heart was beating. Zifang was indifferent, anyway, the doctors didn't know how much they had seen over the years, it was normal that it could not be cured, and it was a miracle to be cured. Where in the world are there so many miracles, "Uncle, I'm all sick with an old problem, and it doesn't matter if I can't cure it-"

"You kid, why don't you take care of yourself so much. Before Zifang finished speaking, Chen Zhili said in a calm voice. He was angry and painful in his heart, and he was so angry that the child was disobedient, otherwise how could he be today. The pain is that this child doesn't know how much he has suffered, and his body has collapsed so badly. In such a mood, the tone of speech is naturally not good.

"Uncle......" Zifang screamed, and the tears couldn't stop falling.