You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Xingbei looked at the pain that hadn't dissipated in his eyes, and trembled with distress: "What's the pain? Why didn't you call a doctor?"

"Old wounds..." Gu Junzhu turned over with difficulty and lay down on the bed.

It was just a simple movement of turning over, and his pajamas were soaked in cold sweat.

He woke up in pain for a while.

But he was lucky, and always felt that maybe he could bear it and let it go?

He didn't want Ye Xingbei to worry about him.

He didn't want to show his fragility in front of Ye Xingbei's eyes.

He didn't want Ye Xingbei to think that he was a sick child.

He tossed and tossed a few more times, this body was in Ye Xingbei's heart, and he was afraid that it would be linked to the word "broken".

He knew it was a man's ridiculous vanity.

But he should have such a shortcoming.

No one is perfect, so he doesn't plan to force himself to correct it for the time being.

"What should I do?" Ye Xingbei's eyes suddenly turned red when he thought of Gu Jun's miserable appearance when he chased the old wounded last time.

"It's okay, you can get me some antipyretics and painkillers," Gu Junzhu said, "It should be fine when the fever subsides."

Ye Xingbei insisted on giving him a massage every day since he had an attack of his old injury in Fengcheng last time.

He thinks it works well.

In the past, he always felt that the muscles in his back were stiff, and he felt uncomfortable all the time.

But recently, that feeling has gradually disappeared.

In the past, when the old injury broke out, he was already dying of pain.

But this time, the degree of pain he felt was within his tolerable range.

He told Ye Xingbei all this, and after Ye Xingbei gave him the antipyretics, he immediately started to massage him.

He obviously had a fever, and other parts of his body were hot.

Only the back is hard and cold, like a block of iron.

Ye Xingbei twitched in distress, and gave him a massage with all his energy.

After pressing for more than half an hour, the iron-hard muscles on his back gradually relaxed and gradually warmed up.

Gu Junzhu grabbed her arm with his backhand, "Take a break, I feel much better."

Ye Xingbei tilted his head to look at his expression, "Really?"

"Really," Gu Junzhu pulled her, lay down beside him, turned over, and faced her sideways: "Ye Xingbei, I think my dad is right, you are my lucky star, for my sake This old injury, my dad is heartbroken, he has searched for all the doctors he can find, but he can't do anything, I didn't expect you to have a solution, I now believe in the word "God's will". "

Ye Xingbei felt distressed, anxious and worried: "But it can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

"I can't eat a fat man in one bite," Gu Junzhu said: "It was an old injury, how could it go away so quickly? I think this time my pain is much lighter than before, and the attack time is shorter than before. A lot, it can be seen that your massage is effective, maybe if you keep going, I can really recover."

"I hope," Ye Xingbei held his hand, "Do you think the new medicine is not as effective as the previous one? Otherwise, why did it happen again in such a short time?"

Ever since he knew that the previous medicine affected the function of spermatogenicity, Gu Junzhu went to the doctor to change the medicine.

The doctor who prescribed Gu Junzhu's medicine apologized again and again, saying that because he didn't know that Gu Junzhu was married, and that medicine was the first choice for treating Gu Junzhu's old injuries, that's why he prescribed that medicine for Gu Junzhu.

And I guarantee that the side effects of that drug are not irreversible, as long as the drug is stopped for a period of time, the spermatogenic function can return to normal.