Hai Tong: There is no silver three hundred taels here.
Zhan Yin: …
No one from the bodyguard team went to the hospital, but the eldest and youngest mistresses were there, and they followed them as super bright light bulbs that moved.
The only person who can cure the young master is the young mistress.
The sky is falling, and the young and old wives can hold on, so they go back to wash up and sleep, so they can sleep soundly tonight.
After more than an hour.
Mingyuan Garden.
Haitong opened the door and said, “Lie down for a while, I’ll make you some medicine and then rest.”
Without Haitong’s request, the doctor prescribed three doses of traditional Chinese medicine for Zhan Yin. The ones that don’t need to be boiled are all small packets of powder, and can be drunk directly after mixing with boiling water.
Save a lot of trouble.
Of course, the bitterness is not diminished at all.
Now Zhan Yin is as docile as Haitong’s pet cat, he hummed, and lay down on the sofa after entering the room.
Haitong put three doses of traditional Chinese medicine on the coffee table, went into the kitchen, took a large bowl, cleaned it, poured a large bowl of boiling water, sat down on the single sofa, took out a dose of traditional Chinese medicine, put the The small bags contained in them were poured out, and there were more than ten or twenty small bags.
Seeing her using a big bowl, Zhan Yin couldn’t help shrinking back.
She did it on purpose.
Knowing that he is most afraid of drinking traditional Chinese medicine, he still takes such a big bowl to prepare medicine for him.
However, he dared not speak.
Haitong was very angry.
Now, if he can not speak, he will not speak, so as not to anger Mu Laolan and criticize him.
After a few minutes.
A large bowl of medicine exuding the unique bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine was placed in front of Zhan Yin.
“Get up, drink your medicine.”
Haitong ordered with a straight face.
Someone Zhan sat up with a sullen handsome face, looked at the big bowl of medicine, swallowed, and asked tentatively: “Tongtong, can you prepare some candied fruit for me?”
“What do you say?”
Being stared at by his wife, someone Zhan dared not speak anymore, picked up the bowl of medicine, and smelled the bitter taste, he wanted to feel nauseous.
“Tongtong, it’s still very hot, I’ll drink it later.”
“up to you.”
Haitong sat down on the single sofa, leaned back on the back of the sofa, took out her mobile phone, and sent a voice message to her sister: “Sister, you lock the door, I won’t go back tonight.”
Hearing this, Zhan Yin’s eyes lit up.