Lan Xin let Qinghe hold her hand, wiped her sweat, and comforted her in a soft voice: "If you are tired, just sleep for a while, and when you wake up, everything will pass." You sleep. ”

Perhaps it was Lan Xin's soft voice that reassured Qinghe, she obediently closed her eyes, her brows gradually relaxed, and her breathing slowly became even. Lan Xin saw that Dr. Zhu had already pulled out all the needles on his side, and Qinghe was already asleep, so he gently pulled out his hand, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for Qinghe, and left the bed lightly.

Doctor Zhu was wiping the fine sweat on his face with a handkerchief, Lan Xin lifted the teapot on the table, tested the temperature, and poured him a cup of tea. Dr. Zhu was not polite, took the teacup, and drank all the water in the cup. Lan Xin saw that he was still unsatisfied, so he poured him another glass, and after Dr. Zhu drank another glass, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lan Xin knew that it was okay, so he didn't continue to fall, sitting on the chair at the table, waiting for Dr. Zhu to speak. Dr. Zhu wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, sat down on the chair next to him, and collapsed on the back of the chair as if he had no bones. Although the girl didn't ask, he knew that the girl was waiting for him to tell him about Qinghe's current situation. Sometimes he himself wonders, obviously the two have not known each other for a long time, and they have not had much contact, but they have a tacit understanding as if they have known each other for ten or eight years.

Doctor Zhu knew that Lan was in a hurry, and he didn't sell it, so he said carefully: "Qinghe is having a tire. "Since Qinghe got rid of slavery and Lan Xin recognized her as her sister, the people in the house respectfully called Qinghe girl, or the second girl. And like this, in addition to Lan Xin, there is only Dr. Zhu alone. Lan Xin understands Dr. Zhu's temperament and doesn't care about him.

Fortunately, when she fell, she protected her stomach and didn't fall directly to the ground. So, it's not too serious, just stay in bed for a few days. Dr. Zhu said unhurriedly, "It's just that the fetal gas is moving, which will have some impact on the fetus in the womb." Therefore, while the old slave applied the needle just now, he also cooperated with the technique of massage, which not only made Qinghe recover faster, but also reduced the impact on the fetus, so as not to make the child weak after birth in the future. What he didn't say was that it was possible to break the child's brain.

"Well, I've worked hard Dr. Zhu. Lan Xin said with a smile, Qinghe is fine, this time he can really put his heart down steadily. "You just sit here and rest, and ······ when Qinghe wakes up."

Lan Xin's words were not finished, only listening to the muttering of the person on the bed. Qinghe's eyelids moved, she opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar bed top, as well as the unfamiliar furnishings in the room, and asked in surprise, "What kind of place is this?" Maybe because she had just woken up, her voice was a little hoarse.

"Ah, are you awake? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Lan Xin heard the voice and rushed to the bed in surprise, seeing that Qinghe's face had recovered its blood color, and his eyes also had a brilliance. I was more relieved to know that she was really fine.

Dr. Zhu sat on the chair and didn't move, firstly, because he was really tired just now, and secondly, because he was confident in his medical skills, he was sure that Qinghe would be fine.

"Girl, why are you here?" Qinghe looked at Lan Xin suspiciously, then turned his eyes to look around, and asked in surprise, "Where is this?" Look at the furnishings here, it is not in his own home, nor in any courtyard of the Jade Mansion.

Lan Xin looked at Qinghe's confused appearance, and suddenly became angry, calmed his face, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Are you embarrassed to ask where this is? You said that you are such a big person, why are you so careless? Where is the danger, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to take care of the child in your belly······?

"Ahh Lan Xin mentioned the child just now, and her consciousness returned, and she suddenly remembered what happened before. She raised her hand and touched her bulging belly, feeling relieved, okay, okay, the child is still there. But thinking that he fell to the ground before he fainted, he grabbed Lan Xin's hand tightly and asked nervously, "Girl, girl, child······ Child······· He ······ He ······" It's okay, I didn't dare to ask a few words, for fear of hearing some bad news. She looked at Lan Xin expectantly with both eyes, for fear of missing a trace of the expression on her face.

Lan glared at her with hatred, and said angrily: "Now that you know that you are in a hurry, what did you do earlier?" Seeing that Qinghe's eyes were red, she was soft-hearted, and she couldn't bear to let her be anxious, but her mouth was ruthless, "Look at your unpromising appearance, you are all a person who wants to be a mother, and you are still crying." The child is still well in your belly, it's fine. Besides, with Dr. Zhu here, what do you have to worry about?"

"Woo······ The child is fine, the child is fine. As soon as Qinghe heard Lan Xin say this, the whole person was relaxed. With this ease, tears flowed uncontrollably, and I began to cry with a whimper.

Lan Xin knew that she was frightened, and she didn't open her mouth to stop her, allowing her to vent her emotions. He took a handkerchief and wiped her tears. "Woo, the kid is fine. Haha······" Qinghe cried for a while, almost venting her emotions, and couldn't help laughing again.

Lan Xin put on a straight face, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Oh, you are crying and laughing at the same time, is there no end?" Although the words were serious, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

Qinghe saw that the girl's face softened, so she had to take an inch. Grabbing Lan Xin's hand, licking his face and saying, "I knew that with the girl here, the child and I would be fine." And Dr. Zhu, Dr. Zhu's medical skills are superb, I have known it for a long time. As long as I have a breath of air, he will pull me back from the ghost gate. Dr. Zhu, thank you!"

These words happened to Dr. Zhu's heart, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he didn't expect this girl to know his medical skills so well. Lan Xin looked at Qinghe who was talking endlessly and kept talking.

Qinghe's heart flashed weakly at Shang Lan Xin's calm and clear gaze, Lan Xin didn't think about letting her go, and said in a low voice: "Since you can say this, let's talk about how you fell." ”19