Chapter 232

Georges Sheng came home very late and stood at the entrance to change her shoes. Seeing that Song Xi's shoes were neatly placed on the right, he was a little puzzled. He secretly said that she was at home? Or go out in other shoes?

Wearing slippers, he went up to the second floor and came to the door of the master bedroom. In front of the door, there was a small wooden box, less than 25 cm high, which was the width of a man's hand.

George Sheng looked down. After a few seconds, he bent down to take it up and opened the lid. What he saw was a hemispherical object, which was similar to copper in color and material. At first glance, he didn't see what it was. George Sheng had to take the whole thing out and fix his eyes on it, but he still didn't understand it.

When he opens the door and returns to his room, Georges Sheng puts his things on the tea table. He sits on the sofa, takes out his mobile phone and calls Song Xi.

The phone rang five times, and song Xiliao's lazy and confused voice came from the mobile phone, "hello?"

George Sheng asked, "what is it?"

He has no end. You can imagine how dizzy Song Xi was when she just opened her eyes. However, she was used to it and quickly said, "ah, it's an aromatherapy oven. Aromatherapy is in it. You can just start it half an hour before you go to bed. It will go out after a turn."

She said for a long time, Georges Sheng after listening, light way: "you get down, I will not."

Song Xi has not yet to answer, he has already hung up.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, but no one answered. Song Xi had to push the door by himself.

After walking through the corridor, Song Xi hears the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Song Xi glimpses the aromatherapy stove on the tea table. She goes to pick it up and turns on the lid. She can't find the lighter. She can only wait for George Sheng to come out.

About five minutes later, the door of the bathroom opened and Georges Sheng, dressed in a black bathrobe, came out.

Song Xi sat on the sofa, dressed in white silk pajamas, looked at him and asked, "where is the lighter?"

Georgeson went to the side where he hung his trousers, took out the lighter and threw it back to her. He didn't say hello to her either. Fortunately, Song Xi's reaction was quick. He raised his hand to catch her, or he would hit her face.

It's too sleepy to be so excited.

Song Xi lit incense while explaining the operation to Georges Sheng, "it's very simple."

George Sheng back to her hair, very indifferent tone of voice: "why to my door with a?"

Song Xi said, "thank you for coming out for me yesterday morning. This incense burner was bought in mingyuezhai. It can be regarded as compensation for Ruan Boyan's loss."

She didn't say to pay him back. Georges Sheng was not so anxious.

Song Xi screwed on the stove cover, put it in the middle of the tea table, got up and said, "OK."

George Sheng sat on the side of the bed, face can not see anger, "too fragrant, prickly nose."

Song Ximei's eyes slightly picked, "how can it be? It's a sleep aid. "

George Sheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at her and said, "how do you know I don't sleep well?"

Song Xi looked back at him, "don't you sleep well? I don't know... Almost all the incense in the bedroom is for sleeping

George Sheng could not say whether he was embarrassed or angry. He probably drank too much and his brain was slow.

Song Xi didn't see his displeasure, occupational disease, a face seriously asked: "what kind of sleep are you bad?"? Is it hard to fall asleep, or is it easy to wake up when you fall asleep? "

George Sheng looked at her face, but he didn't study it deeply. He said, "all of them."

Song Xi asked, "how long has it been like this?"

"It's almost like a decade or so," Georgeson said

"Ten years?" Song Xi was shocked.

George Sheng is not surprised. He hasn't seen a doctor. There are many people who don't sleep well. It's not an incurable disease.

As a result, Song Xi looked at him and said, "why don't you have any dark circles under your eyes?"

George Sheng:

Looking up at her, Georges Sheng didn't say a word, but his eyes showed deterrence, which was enough for Song Xi to drink a pot.

Song Xi pulled the corner of his lip and laughed, then said: "I praise your good skin."

George Sheng looked back and said, "will it be cured? If you don't know how to deal with it, don't cheat here. "

If it's more poisonous, Song Xi has never heard of it. At this level, Song Xi can be regarded as a normal dialogue.

Not satisfied, she asked aloud, "have you taken any medicine?"

"Well."

"Traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine?"

George Sheng said, "I can't get out of bed. What kind of Chinese medicine do I drink?"

Song Xi couldn't help frowning and said, "who said that people who drink Chinese medicine can't get out of bed?"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Xi subconsciously came up with a tender picture of lingering sickbed. Looking at George Sheng, she tentatively asked, "did you see Lin Daiyu drinking Chinese medicine in a dream of Red Mansions?"

George Sheng didn't speak, but he used his cold eyes to scare people.

Song Xi pursed her lips and said in a good voice: "western medicine has a quick effect, but it doesn't work better than traditional Chinese medicine. As the saying goes, western medicine cures the symptoms and traditional Chinese medicine cures the root cause. If you say you've been sleeping badly for ten years, it's already a fundamental old problem. I suggest you try traditional Chinese medicine, plus traditional Chinese medicine, it may have a curative effect."

George Sheng looked at her straightforwardly and asked, "do you doctors have to say that you are dying? In this way, the patient can pay immediately, buy medicine and surgery. "

Song Xi's heart line was touched, and immediately seriously refuted, "I also feel funny. Am I a doctor or are you a doctor? Now the patients are very funny. When they come to the hospital, they don't listen to what the doctor says. They look like they can feel the pulse and break the disease by themselves, but they have to write their own prescriptions. It's really so powerful. Why come to the hospital? "

After that, Song Xi immediately added: "but I can understand your mood. After all, you are not an ordinary patient. You are still a capitalist. If you don't know why the hospital makes money, why open a hospital?"

George Sheng knows that Song Xi is not a man without temper, but she doesn't easily lose her temper. Even if it's about song Yuanqing, she can bear it. Who would have expected that today he just casually said that she was still anxious.

He was sitting by the bed, and she was standing beside the tea table. They were separated by a few meters. After the room was quiet for a few seconds, Georges Sheng looked at Song Xi who was still suffocating and said, "you are not a qualified doctor, and you should not be careful of foreign doctors."

Song Xixiu's side head looks at George Sheng, and the bottom line is trampled again. In her eyes, she wants to fight him to the end. Her voice is very deep. She asks, "why do you say that?"

George Sheng's expression was light, and his tone was very calm. He replied: "the first rule of professional ethics for doctors is that as a doctor, we should always think about patients; Third, civilized language, kind attitude, care and consideration for patients. "

"I just ask casually. With your attitude and tone, if I have a heart attack, I will be angry with you if I don't commit it."

After that, George Sheng gave a sneer, "what's the use of high technology? I don't even have the basic knowledge to be a doctor. "