The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 128 She has uterine coldness

Wen Qing looked at the clock on the living room wall. It was already past ten in the evening. She felt a little uneasy about bothering the doctor to come so late.

After he hung up the phone, Wen Qing said:

"I'm fine. I might just get better after a good night's sleep. If not, there's still time to go to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Jingshen glanced at her, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and placed it next to her:

"Have you ever had back pain before?"

Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "It has never hurt this much."

"Where did you bump into just now?" He put his hand on her lower back and rubbed it tightly.

"Right...here." Wen Qing pointed to the area near the lumbar spine and frowned, "I didn't hit any bones, I don't know why it hurts so much."

The man's fingers immediately moved there and kneaded gently.

"Yeah, that's my favorite place to pinch," he said.

"What?" Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he was talking about. Her face instantly turned red, "...That might just be a blood clot."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qing felt a chill on her waist. Her clothes were suddenly lifted up by the man, revealing her slender waist.

On the fair skin, there was a circle of hideous bruises, obviously a new bump, but around the bruises, there were also light-colored fingerprints, which made people imagine a lot.

Staring at the messy mark, Song Jingshen's eyes became gloomy.

Her body was as delicate as a porcelain doll, but her temperament was very tough. She would not cry easily, let alone beg for mercy.

She was born with a soft and resilient body, and could accept any posture, which made him addicted and unable to stop. It was not until the end that he realized that the tears on her face had soaked the pillow.

He regretted his recklessness. He should have been more careful and gentle with an inexperienced girl like her.

But when he met her calm, almost indifferent eyes, he couldn't help but want to torture her severely.

He wanted her emotions to fluctuate for him, even if it was crying or pain, it was better than being indifferent.

"Stay away from Gu Jia in the future. If she makes things difficult for you, tell me." Song Jingshen said.

"Yeah." Wen Qing responded softly, and pulled her clothes down to cover her scarred skin.

"Did you hear that?" Song Jingshen was dissatisfied with her indifference and asked while pinching her chin.

"I heard you. If she makes things difficult for me, I will tell you and let you make the decision for me." Wen Qing replied calmly, her lips slightly raised, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

It was that smile again, a polite, restrained and distant smile.

Song Jingshen felt like he was punching cotton, feeling frustrated and having no place to exert his strength.

The doorbell rang softly, breaking the silence between the two.

Song Jingshen turned around and opened the door. Standing outside the door were his assistant Gu Nan and an old man carrying a medicine box.

"Doctor Qi, thank you for your help!" Song Jingshen greeted the doctor respectfully.

"It's no trouble. It's a rare opportunity for you to ask for my help. Give me a chance to repay the Song family." Doctor Qi said with a smile.

"I dare not." Song Jingshen said politely, with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "Today is really an emergency. It's true that she hit her waist, but it's the first time she's in so much pain, and it's too late to go to the hospital, so I don't feel comfortable asking anyone else except you."

"Yes. A girl's waist must not be damaged, otherwise she will suffer when she gets pregnant and gives birth in the future." Doctor Qi nodded and pondered.

Gu Nan glanced at the living room and said obediently, "Old man, just help Mr. Song with his illness. I'll wait for you at the door. When you're done, I'll take you home."

"Okay, okay." Doctor Qi smiled at Gu Nan, then turned and walked into the living room with Song Jingshen, closing the door gently behind him.

In the living room, Wen Qing saw someone coming and hurriedly struggled to sit up.

Doctor Qi saw this and quickly comforted her, "Don't move, girl. Lie down flat. Let me see the wound."

Song Jingshen walked forward and sat next to Wen Qing, gently lifting her clothes to reveal the wound.

The old doctor observed for a while, then stepped forward and touched the bones carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing serious, the bones are not injured."

Then he reminded Song Jingshen: "Although the bones are fine, muscle damage is inevitable. I have some plasters here. You can apply a few."

Song Jingshen nodded, smoothed Wen Qing's clothes without saying a word, then picked up her wrist, placed it on the table beside him, and let the old doctor take her pulse.

Old Doctor Qi sat opposite, his fingers on Wen Qing's wrist, his eyes slightly closed, his expression calm and serious.

"How is it?" Seeing the doctor open his eyes, Song Jingshen asked hurriedly.

"This girl is physically weak and has a cold uterus. She has recently shown signs of catching a cold. You must pay attention and not catch a cold again."

"Caught a cold?" Song Jingshen thought for a moment and remembered the ridiculous thing he did when he brought her to the secret base.

He was so drunk at the time that he didn't even notice that the air conditioner was not on in the bedroom. Afterwards, he carried her to take a shower and found that her legs and feet were cold.

He carried her all the way to the car, but she still hadn't completely warmed up. And when they were in the car, he couldn't help but crush her...

Regret flashed across his eyes, and then turned into a question:

"Then how can we warm her up? Just prescribe some tonic."