Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

  Chapter 832 It's just dysmenorrhea

  Mo Boyuan got up and left after his son fell asleep again.

   Back to the room, climbed straight to the bed, and thoughtfully pulled the cup for the sleeping woman, from the neck to the toe, the cover was tight and she was finally relieved.

  Wake up from this sleep, two full hours later, the sky is already bright.

  Mo Boyuan opened his eyes, but he was not as serious as getting up from the previous abrupt awakening. After a while, he sat up and got ready to get out of bed.

  But at this moment, I saw the woman who was still asleep next to her, her face was very bad, her face was very pale, her brows wrinkled tightly, and occasionally a painful **** moan was heard.

   hurriedly reached out and touched the woman's forehead: no fever, but very cold, almost full of sweat on her forehead.

   "Xu Xu, where is it uncomfortable?" The voice was very anxious.

  Jiang Tingxu was actually awake, and of course he heard the man’s voice, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and his lips trembled:

   "It hurts~"

  I was fine yesterday, but after I was awakened by the cry of my son, my stomach started to hurt.

  The pain is not very strong at first, and I don’t know anything when I fall asleep.

  But slowly, the pain became stronger and stronger, and the consciousness became painful and blurred.

  It wasn't until I heard the familiar voice of the man that I recovered some sanity.

  Mo Boyuan got out of bed when he heard his wife crying out of pain.

   "Where does it hurt? Go, go to the hospital."

  The words are over and I have begun to wear it.

   Jiang gritted his teeth after hearing Xu pain:

   "Don't go to the hospital, I'm"

  Tm is just dysmenorrhea.

  How can men understand so much?

   Hearing his wife say that he could not go to the hospital, Mo Boyuan’s face sank, and he immediately hugged him in his arms:

   "If you don't go, go!"

  Jiang Ting may not want to be sent to the hospital because of dysmenorrhea. You must know that he is still a doctor. How ashamed of him by that time?

  But now that the man hasn’t figured it out, Jiang Tingxu also sighed inwardly:

   "Mo Boyuan, really don't need to go to the hospital, I am the aunt who is coming, dysmenorrhea."

  Just as Jiang listened to Xu's words, Mo Boyuan sensitively touched a piece of wet, and sniffed at the same time with the tip of his nose. Sure enough, there was a **** smell in the air.

  Cough.

  This put the person down:

"feeling bad?"

   "Yeah." In the voice, there was already a bit of painful crying.

  Mo Boyuan still knows his wife’s dysmenorrhea:

  "Didn't you prescribe Chinese medicine for conditioning? Didn't take the medicine?"

  In fact, Jiang Tingxu didn't have dysmenorrhea before. When he gave birth to a baby a few years ago, his body suffered a lot of loss, and only then did he suffer from dysmenorrhea!

  Mo mother has found many famous Chinese doctors to treat her daughter-in-law, but she can only treat her, and she must take traditional Chinese medicine every month to relieve her.

  But once you don’t take medicine, it will be terrible!

"forget."

  I really forgot this. So many things happened some time ago and the department work was very busy. Can you remember so much there?

  "Forgot?" Hearing his wife's answer, Mo Boyuan frowned, his eyes sharpened.

   Jiang listened to Xu a little at this moment:

"I did not do it on purpose."

  People with dysmenorrhea can understand the pain of dysmenorrhea, and no one else can experience it.

  That feeling, I really want to hit the wall and die. Forget it, the kind of death early and super life.

  What else can Mo Boyuan say?

  At this time, it is useless.

  The big palm got into the woman’s clothes, and gently rubbed it on the woman’s belly:

   "Just don't go to the hospital, let them come home."

  (End of this chapter)