Huo Jun stood in front of the bed, looking at Ah Zhao, whose face was flushed because of the fever, and the remorse in his heart was almost like drowning.

He half-squatted down, took Ah Zhao's hand, and called out to her, "Madam...... Ah Zhao? ”

Looking at such a person lying on the bed as fragile as if an illness could be taken away, the doubts, anger, and struggles in Huo Jun's heart seemed to be gone.

What's the big deal? He thought.

What purpose did she come with and what did it matter?

As long as she is here, and he watches her every day, what can she do?

This is not what Huo Dashuai should have, in the eyes of others, I am afraid that he will say a sentence that makes him dizzy.

But if you change to a man and face the woman you love, there is nothing that can't be explained.

Feelings have never been something that can be measured by reason and common sense.

Doctor Yang came relatively quickly, he brought a lot of equipment, checked here and there for Ah Zhao, frowned and thought for a long time, and came to a conclusion similar to allergies.

"Allergies?"

Huo Jun called Lu Zhu over and asked her to tell her all the things that Ah Zhao had touched, eaten, and used today.

While Midoriku was talking, the famous old doctor from Pingjing also came.

It is said that this old man was reluctant to get into the car, and the guards of the Marshal's Mansion had no choice, so they directly grabbed someone and threw it on horseback, galloping all the way on the horse, and almost lost half of his life with an old bone.

At this time, the old doctor was still weak in his legs and his eyes were shining, and he was originally very unhappy, but with a pair of Huo Jun's murderous eyes, the old doctor immediately stopped hurting his legs and was no longer dizzy.

He coughed lightly, stepped forward, carefully checked Ah Zhao's pulse, lifted her eyelids and looked at it, and asked the maid to open Ah Zhao's mouth to see the color of her tongue.

"How?" Huo Jun asked.

The old doctor touched his beard and groaned for a while before he said: "The old man looks at it, the lady seems to have used something to restrain her, and because of her weak body, her condition is so serious. ”

The Western doctor next to him was not happy when he heard it: "Do you understand the old man?" Mrs. had a rapid heartbeat, dizziness and coma, accompanied by high fever, and according to the maid, there was also a large rash on her body, which was clearly a serious allergic symptom. ”

The old doctor's face sank, his eyes straightened, and he was very unhappy and began to argue with him.

This kind of thing is not strange.

During this period, the traditional culture and foreign culture were the time when the impact was most intense.

The old doctors who uphold the tradition and the young doctors who have returned from studying abroad and have embraced Western culture look down on each other, and they both feel that the other party is deceived and deceitful.

Huo Jun suddenly snorted coldly: "Shut up for me!" ”

"Ben Shuai invited you here, not to listen to your arguments. Who can heal Madame? His eyes swept over the two of them.

The old doctor was more experienced in the end, and he twisted his goatee: "The old man is eight points sure." ”

The young doctor glared at him, then looked at Huo Jun, and lowered his head: "Dashuai, I still need to understand in detail what is causing the allergy of Madame, and only after analyzing the situation can I use medicine." ”

Huo Jun let out a breath and looked at the old doctor: "Trouble the old man." ”

The young doctor was a little unconvinced, but he couldn't say anything, and only politely asked if he could watch from the sidelines.

Huo Jun didn't have time to deal with him, so he went with him.