Martial Heart Ling improved, and Dove's fear of needles and medicine fell overnight.

"I'm going to take medicine, I'm going to get a needle as soon as possible."

Sharapova laughed at her: "Dove, you're not afraid that your ass will be exposed, how can you want to now?" ”

When Ringer first pricked Nuo Xinling with a needle, the fat girl was far less shy than Dove who watched the operation, she stared at Ringer like a monster, although Meiwa Xili had told her Ringer's treatment beforehand, but when she really saw Ringer's operation, she would still think: so unscrupulous to pull out a girl's pants, so violent needle, this person, is it a doctor, or a beast?

"I...."

Dove only said one word, burying her head in the quilt.

Ringer was impressed with Dove, and not just because she was pretty.

I don't know if she is dead set on her illness, or because she has a strong psychological quality and looks down on her physical condition, she has been very calm since she studied in the monastery.

She doesn't like to talk very much, but she will always pay attention to what is happening around her, look with her eyes, see it, and then speak, when she doesn't say, you think she is a quiet and introverted beauty, but as soon as she speaks, she goes straight to the point, simple and clear, and when she asks questions, she tends to be tricky.

Ringer just walked in and found her covered with a quilt over her head.

"Miss Dove, who embarrassed you? Tell me. ”

Sharapova laughed weirdly: "She said that she wanted you to prick her with a needle immediately." ”

Ringer laughed, "Is that so, Dove? ”

Dove stuck her head out and said, "Yes, Monk Doctor, that's right. ”

"But when you first studied in the monastery, you didn't say that, you teamed up with Nuo Xinling to scold me for being a quack, and you said that I forced Nuo Xinling to drink poison."

Ringer was holding a bowl of black medicine in his hand.

Dove asked, "Who is this medicine for?" ”

"Yours, miss."

Dove held out his hands, and Ringer passed the medicine over.

When Nuo Xinling took medicine, people watched her really drink poison, and she vomited after drinking, and her life was worse than death, including in the church, when Diana was taking medicine, which made people panic.

Dove took the medicine, and Ringer estimated that the noble lady would also be screaming to death.

Sharapova was also watching her jokes, routine, Sharapova had a piece of candy in her hand, waited for Dove to take the medicine, gave the candy to eat.

Dove took the medicine in his hand steadily, and the medicine bowl did not shake at all, it was very stable.

She just glanced at the liquid medicine in the bowl and put it to her mouth, as if she was drinking water, coo, swallowing speed is not hurried or slow, the rhythm is evenly spaced, the liquid medicine is drunk, after she put down the bowl, her brows did not wrinkle.

"Thank you."

The liquid was on her lips, and not a drop was left.

Unlike Nuo Xinling, she needs a napkin to wipe her mouth after drinking the medicine, and she doesn't need it.

Sharapova forgot to give sugar.

"Doctor monk, when are you going to give me a needle?"

Ringer couldn't help but say: "Yes, very cooperative, take two more doses of medicine, and we'll start." ”

"Okay, Doctor monk, when will I be given two doses?"

Sharapova handed the candy over, and Dove pushed her hand back and smiled, "Just give me a little boiled water." ”

Ringer took a copper cup with his own hands, poured boiling water on it, mixed it with a little cold water, and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

Ringer swallowed almost as often as he listened to her drink water.

"You're a girl I remember so much."

After Ringer finished speaking, he prepared to visit his male patient. Cow Bar Literature Network

"Wait, Doctor Monk."

"You can call me Dr. Ringer in the future, what's the problem?"

Ringer felt particularly embarrassed by the title of Monk Doctor.

"Can I kiss your hand?"

In Russia, believers see a priest, and after the priest prays for you, they generally kiss the back of the priest's hand, and when they meet a high-ranking priest, the believer's kissing etiquette will be very respectful, kneeling and kissing.

"I'm not a priest, Miss Dove."

Dove smiled tactfully: "I have seen eight priests, and I have kissed the hands of eight priests, and they are all mediocre gods, but you are different, I am convinced." ”

The beauty praised him like this, Ringer was extremely comfortable, he had never enjoyed such treatment in his life, only he was begging to bite the beauty's hand in vain.

Sharapova grabbed Ringer's hand and reached for it.

Dove grabbed Ringer's hand and kissed it with a dignified expression.

Ringer forgot to retract his hand, and Sharapova took his hand back, just as Ringer's hand was paralyzed.

"Dr. Ringer, please."

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Dove, who was sitting on the bed, bowed again.

"You're going to be healthy."

Ringer replied. After a set of etiquette, Ringer felt as if he had become a priest in an instant.

But he also forgot a procedure in which he had to use two fingers, or one palm, to press on the believer's forehead and at the same time pray for the believer, or to put two drops of holy water on the believer's forehead.

"You'll be fine."

Ringer said one more word, and with that, he left with a calm smile.

In the hallway, he sniffed the back of his hand before entering another room.

"Young man, you look in good spirits today."

This buddy, who was unhappy all day and couldn't beat a fart for three years, leaned on the bed and didn't look at Ringer.

Ringer shouted again.

"Am I never going to get up?"

"No, you'll stand up, Vladimi."

Vladimi, the name of this buddy, Ringer only found out the day before yesterday, Ringer first saw him, thinking that this was a stuffy gourd, and later, Ringer didn't think so, he had symptoms of depression, basically didn't talk all day, and when he spoke, most of them talked to himself.

He was a little more thin than Ringer had seen, for he was wearing a thick cotton coat when he came, and when he took off the cotton coat, he looked miserable.

There is not much that Ringer can do about Vladimi, his condition is basically narrated by his mother, he is like an outsider, and the paralyzed person is not him.

Such a paralyzed patient will cause a headache for any doctor because the patient is not very cooperative.

Vladimi's mother said that the poor lad was always ready to commit suicide. Therefore, Ringer decided that this person was not only paralyzed, but also had severe depression.

If you don't want to live on your own, who can save you?

"Vlakimi, you should eat more, so that your resistance will become stronger."

Vlakimi's eyes didn't move, and he didn't answer.

"Did you hear me?"

Vladimi treated Ringer as air, his mouth closed, and he looked out the window, like a nerd.

Ringer scratched his forehead: "You rest, rest well." ”