The national school idol is a girl

When Bo Jiu saw that the great god had been looking at him, he thought he was still in pain, so he rubbed his head much more gently with his fingers.

some people.

Born to understand darkness.

But even if I understand.

In front of a specific person.

Will put away all thoughts.

Talk to Bo Jiu.

Qin Mo is that specific person.

How important is childhood companionship.

No one can tell clearly.

Aunt Zhang still heard the noise and hurriedly came up and asked: "Ninth Young Master, what's going on?"

"Brother Mo has a headache. Please call Aunt Zhang. The Qin family should have a private doctor." Bo Jiu did not give Qin Mo a chance to speak.

Neither did Aunt Zhang. Her decision was the same as that of Mr. Jiu. She went downstairs and made a phone call quickly.

Qin Mo found it interesting at this time. What's going on with this guy raising him like a glass doll?

Because of posture.

Qin Mo could reach out and hold Bo Jiu's waist.

So he did.

Classmate Bo Jiu went to rub the master's head and didn't notice the master's action at all.

In fact, in the mind of classmate Bo Jiu, she has always been eating the tofu of the great god.

This kind of concept developed since childhood is really not easy to change.

The private doctor came quickly. After all, Qin Mo had already had a high fever before. There was just one thing that the private doctor was very puzzled about.

Before, when Mr. Qin was suffering from fever and was a little comatose, he would not say he was uncomfortable. When he was extremely uncomfortable, he would just let him get the needle and take a rest with his eyes closed.

Why did Mr. Qin say that he felt uncomfortable no matter what he asked now?

The fever has obviously gone away!

When the private doctor auscultated the patient, he seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with his own medical skills.

He raised his head and was about to ask something.

Then he came into contact with Qin Shao's slightly warning gaze.

Look at the good-looking boy next to him, looking at him eagerly.

Looking at Mr. Qin, who was clearly feeling well but still insisting that he was not feeling well.

The personal doctor understood exactly what this was and coughed lightly.

Bo Jiu saw him put away the stethoscope and asked with a smile: "Doctor, how is Brother Mo?"

"The fever has gone away, but Mr. Qin's body is still very weak." When he said this, the personal doctor's face did not change, but he still felt guilty in his heart: "I'm afraid it will get worse again tonight, and I need someone to accompany me all the time." , it is best to take his temperature once an hour, and massage his head more if necessary..."

Bo listened attentively and remembered almost everything that needed to be remembered: "Okay."

The personal doctor glanced at the man lying on the bed again. After receiving the hint, he added: "It is best for someone to keep vigil at night. Generally, viral colds become more serious at night."

"Is that so? Do you need to continue giving Brother Mo a drip?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The private doctor quickly said: "There is no need for this." Now that Mr. Qin is able to live vigorously, what will he lose if he is given an intravenous drip...

"What kind of medicine do you need to drink?"

The private doctor didn't want to even think about it.

I saw the man behind the young man nodded.

Only then did the personal doctor change his words: "If you need it, the medicine is down there. I'll give it to Aunt Zhang later."

"Okay." Bo Jiu got the answer he wanted, and simply left the personal doctor there and tucked Qin Mo into bed.

The private doctor has never seen anyone take such good care of Mr. Qin.

I especially want to wipe away the sweat.

But he didn't dare to do anything.

Mr. Qin's gaze clearly said, "Hurry up and leave."

The personal doctor left immediately and disappeared very quickly!

After all, even he felt that his young master was too shameless.

Take your temperature once an hour and so on, obviously you need to eat beautiful boy tofu...