Mo Chengcheng was originally pretending to be dead by closing his eyes in bed, but when he smelled the smell of rice gradually wafting in the air, he couldn't hold it anymore. It was like a drum in my stomach, and I was gurgling. If he hadn't been hurt too badly, and the strange woman had wrapped him in fine gauze like a dumpling, he wouldn't have been able to move, and he would have wanted to go to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger.

He had never felt that time was so sad, and he waited for almost half an hour before Bai Wanshuang walked in with a tray holding a clay pot and a fine porcelain bowl.

He watched Bai Wanshuang slowly put the tray on the table, and then slowly packed it with a fine porcelain bowl, and then slowly handed it to him, his eyes were about to burst into flames, she must have done it on purpose, knowing that he was hungry, and deliberately tempted him with the fragrance slowly.

"Eat. Bai Wanshuang spooned it with a spoon and fed it, and Mo Chengcheng swallowed it viciously, and the anger in his heart was suppressed.

Although this eccentric woman moves a little slower, she is still very understanding, the porridge is not hot or cold, and the temperature is just right. He also knew that his two hands were wrapped into zongzi, and he didn't need to call it himself, so he knew that Lu Dao fed himself porridge, and the taste of this porridge was really good, he nodded with satisfaction.

Bai Wanshuang kept feeding, and he kept eating, until he drank all the porridge in the crockpot, and then he smashed it and stopped his mouth. Although this meal is a little full, it is worth it to see such a virtuous side of this eccentric woman, and it can't kill him anyway.

After eating enough, he was sleepy, he didn't sleep all night, and there was so much blood, and he was also hit by the drunken red dust, and he couldn't sleep until now, he was also amazing. Seeing that he was so sleepy that his upper eyelids and lower eyelids were fighting, and he was still holding on to not sleeping, Bai Wanshuang couldn't help but have some admiration, if he was someone else, he was afraid that he would have fallen asleep at this time.

Don't talk about this, just say that last night, she deliberately didn't boil him with hemp, and he only screamed in pain for the first time, and then he was like a person who didn't have anything to do, and his face didn't change, so that she thought that she was not sewn on him, but on a pig.

"The poison has been half cured, I will prepare some medicinal materials first, and then continue to solve it when it is dawn, now it is okay to sleep, you can sleep with confidence." However, even if this poison is solved, there will still be some toxins that cannot be excreted in the body, and you need to take more than half a year of decoction, and, and ......" Bai Wanshuang stammered unprecedentedly under the gaze of Mo Chengcheng, her pretty face flushed, she couldn't say anything, she stomped her foot and walked out.

"And what, hey, don't go, make your words clear!" Mo Chengcheng was in a hurry, this person ran away halfway through speaking, he was really anxious.

was tossed by Bai Wanshuang like this, his original dozes ran out, and he kept thinking in his heart, what did she want to say in the end?

After a while, he only heard the sound of the door opening outside, and two or three people walked in one after another, and then many people poured in.

After a while, there was a sound of tapping and tapping in his direction, and when Bai Wanshuang came out just now, he didn't close the door, so he just raised his head and saw a tall, dignified-looking middle-aged man walking in.

"I've seen Gongzi, the doctor sitting in the Bai Family Medical Hall in Xianai, and the owner ordered me to take your pulse. He smiled kindly at Mo Chengcheng, and stretched out his hand to put his hand on Mo Chengcheng's wrist to take the pulse.

After half a ring, I saw the middle-aged doctor's left hand change to his right hand, and he checked his pulse back and forth twice, and the wrinkles between his forehead could catch dead mosquitoes, and the heart of Mo Chengcheng was like fifteen buckets of water, seven up and eight down.