After Song Jin killed another box of strawberry cakes, she remembered what she was going to do.

So, after thinking about it, he went back to the lounge and took out a bottle of Coke and placed it on the table in front of him.

She still had a flattering smile on her face, and it was not difficult to see that she was trying to bribe the top leader of the interstellar with a bottle of Coke.

The muse was also very face-saving, and under her reluctant gaze, she opened the bottle of Coke, and took a slow sip, then bowed her head slightly and asked, "Something?" ”

Song Jin couldn't help but feel distressed, faded away from the hippie smile, and said very seriously, "Let me ask you a question first, have you noticed that I'm a little strange recently?"

Without waiting for the muse to answer, she went on with her own worries

"You see, I sleep every day in addition to eating, and the strangest thing is that when I wake up, I still want to sleep!! Do you think I'm suffering from some strange disease? For example, what is narcolepsy, binge eating disorder? I've never been like this before. ”

She walked around anxiously and turned to look at him again, "Oh, by the way, are you in charge of prisons?" I haven't been anywhere lately, and if I think about it, if there is a problem, eighty percent of it will be contracted in prison. ”

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"No, this matter can't be delayed any longer, don't you have a family doctor? Why don't you pretend to be sick now? Let them come and show me, anyway, I called you brother, you won't die without help, right? ”

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"Isn't it? Are you really going to die or not save you?? Song Jin looked at him in disbelief, "I'm a human life!" Believe it or not, if I really die and become a ghost, I will come to you! ”

The pen on the muse's fair-skinned slender fingertips paused, and said helplessly with an expressionless face, "I said I wouldn't save you?" ”

"You didn't say that!" Song Jin looked at him and said with a tangled expression, "But what's the matter with the expression on your face of 'Song Jin is a spicy chicken, I'm stupid to save her'?" ”

"What a mess, I'm just thinking." The muse rubbed his forehead, unable to bear it.

"Thinking about what? Do you wonder if I'm a spicy chicken after all? You're too much! I didn't expect you to be such a person! It's you who is shameless! ”

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"Look, you're hesitating again! You're really thinking about this!! ”

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It turns out that the woman is really entangled, and Rao is muse can't resist it, he closed his eyes after that, didn't say anything, raised his hand and pressed the inner line on the table, and asked the family doctor to come up concisely.

Song Jin finally shut up satisfied.

Since the muse stays in the office all the year round, the family doctor team will follow him wherever he is, lest the muse have any accidents, which they cannot afford to bear.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of money in the office, and it is still possible to raise a few more people, so these family doctors who are already in the office rarely hear that the muse is looking for them, and they think that something big has happened, take all kinds of equipment, and come up non-stop.

Less than five minutes passed.

Song Jin saw a group of people in white coats coming in, she greeted her with a heavy face, and told the doctor about her symptoms, with her desperate expression, I didn't know, I thought she was terminally ill, and there were not many days left.

The doctor glanced at the muse, and saw that the muse had no objections, and immediately reacted, who was the person who wanted to be treated, and immediately listened patiently to Song Jin.

Song Jin once again exerted her chatty character, originally had an extra heavy expression at the beginning, and the more she spoke, the more excited Song Jin became, her eyebrows fluttered, her hands danced, and her true nature was undoubtedly exposed.

"Eh, doctor, doctor, do you think I'm really sick? The process of treatment should be very thin, right? I watched those videos, what did I have surgery, I lost more than a dozen pounds in a week, is this true? But it's not good, I heard that it's easy to rebound, so do you think I should shrink my stomach or something? ”

Doctor""

Is this man really sick? It looks good.

The muse probably couldn't stand it anymore, he probably knew what was going on, called the attending physician to the lounge, and briefly explained the situation to him.

Song Jin outside saw that they were mysterious, and secretly followed them and wanted to eavesdrop, but as soon as they got closer, their words were finished.

The two walked out, and Song Jin was not ashamed to hear that he was discovered, and leaned over to ask the muse, "What were you talking about just now?" Forget it, that's not the point, what do doctors say? Can I be saved from this sickness? She touched her face, "And that"

The muse knew what she wanted to hear, and glanced at her, "It's going to be thin, but not now." ”

"Will you really lose weight?" Song Jin's eyes lit up, since the muse said that it would, it should be, "Hey, hey, when will you wait?" ”

Before the muse could answer, the doctor over there held the instrument and asked Song Jin to lie down on the sofa.

It is said that high-tech has the benefits of high-tech, and within a minute, the doctor scanned Song Jin's whole body, and various data were also presented on the doctor's brain.

Song Jin got up and asked her how she was doing, and the doctor prescribed her some medicine, telling her to eat every day, not to eat too much or too little, and not to exercise vigorously, so as not to be injured, not even to walk and jump, let alone eat some cold food.

All in all, listen to the muse.

Song Jin heard that there was no big problem with him, but he had just come out of prison and had not recovered from the brainwaves of the virtual world for the time being, as long as he slowly adapted to the real world in another seven or eight months, he would be able to return to normal.

I calmed down, and I didn't listen to the precautions at all.

Before leaving, the doctor looked at the muse, "My lord, I may need to talk to you alone." ”

The two walked to the door, and the doctor said strangely, "My lord, didn't you say a few days ago that I should come to check on Miss Song in a month's time?" Why is it suddenly today?"

You must know that the pre-fetal period is very fragile, even if the interstellar technology is developed, but the scanner still has radiation.

Although these radiations are so small that there is almost no such thing, after all, it is the child of the muse, and it is very likely that he will be the next commander, so the doctor naturally has to be careful and careful, for fear that there will be a bad one.

"There was a quarrel." Muse rubbed her forehead, "I didn't argue with her." ”

Doctor""

That's a strange thing!

The eloquence of the Muse is obvious to all, although he does not like to talk, but once he speaks, others will never have the upper hand.

"By the way, my lord, I have sent all the physical data of Miss Song to your brain, including fetal imaging, if I am not mistaken, this should be a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, it has been more than a month."