Yesterday I was able to barely write two chapters, but today I slept from last night until the afternoon, my words were not moving, my mind was confused, my nose was long, and my voice was like that of a duck with a hoarse voice.

Actually, Jiu'er knows how to speed up recovery, go to the clinic to hang the bottle immediately, the aunt who opened the clinic has always been ruthless and proud of the medicine, when Jiu'er went for the first time, she patted her chest and promised, you need a drip elsewhere for a week, in my place, two days.

The effect is very good, the virus is frustrated, the cephalosporin anti-inflammatory drug is full of two large bottles, the person who fights is immortal, he goes home and sleeps all night, and the sweat T-shirt is almost wet when he wakes up the next day, and the condition is greatly reduced on the first day, and the second day is slightly ill, and then he is taking some medicines, and he can continue to work.

But Jiu'er also knows that although the medicine can quickly drive away the disease, it is only the credit of the medicine, Jiu'er's body is still unbearable, recalling that in the past seven or eight years, there is no time to go to a drip after a cold, and the dependence on medicine has become more and more strict.

So this time, Jiu'er didn't want to see the face of the clinic aunt and two huge potion bottles filled with normal saline, so she cooked some porridge by herself and bought some milder preparations at the pharmacy, so try it, hoping to heal herself.

There is no change on Friday and Saturday, if a qiēshun lì, Sunday will be restored fù update.

I'm sorry, Jiu'er is willful again. (To be continued......)