Lin Junyang dug his ear, thinking he must have misheard.
"Tuzi, if I remember correctly it was Second Brother who got injured, right? What's with this medicine for you?"
An Ran gave a bitter smile, "As you see, it's not Mu Xingfeng who will be ruined by Doctor Yuan, but rather, I'll be ruined by him sooner or later."
Yesterday, after Yuan Ye finished examining Mu Xingfeng's body, Mu Xingfeng pulled him to examine me.
The outcome was a bunch of my symptoms listed by Yuan Ye: nothing more than insufficient energy and blood, unstable blood pressure, disharmonious spleen and stomach, uterine cold.
Like I studied Western medicine, I know a bit about it; these symptoms can be found in any random girl.
But Mu Xingfeng insists on believing Yuan Ye's words, thinking our long failure to have a baby is somehow related to my uterine cold and lack of energy and blood, and insists that Yuan Ye treats me.
And so, my days of drinking Chinese medicine began in an extravagant way again.
