Chapter 832

Moboyuan got up and left after his son fell asleep again.

Back to the room, I climbed straight to bed. It was considerate to pull the cup for the sleeping woman. I was relieved to cover it tightly from neck to foot.

When I woke up, it was already two hours later, and it was already daybreak.

Moboyuan opened his eyes, but he didn't get up as seriously as he had been forcibly awakened before. He calmed down for a while and sat up to get out of bed.

But just then, whew ran caught a glimpse of the woman who seemed to be sleeping beside her. Her face was very bad, very pale, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and occasionally there was a painful sound of * * * * Yin.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand and touched the woman's forehead: no fever, but very cold, almost full of sweat on his forehead.

"Xu Xu, what's wrong?" the voice was very anxious.

Jiang Tingxu actually woke up. Of course, he heard the man's voice, but his eyes were still closed and his lips trembled:

"Pain ~"

Yesterday was fine, but just before I was awakened by my son's cry, my stomach began to hurt.

At first, the pain was not very strong, and I didn't know anything when I fell asleep.

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

It was not until he heard the man's familiar voice that he regained some sanity.

Mo Boyuan turned over and got out of bed when he heard his wife shouting pain:

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

Words fall, has begun to wear.

Jiang listens to Xu's pain and bites his teeth:

"Don't go to the hospital, i..."

TM is just dysmenorrhea.

How can a man know so much?

When his wife said he wouldn't go to the hospital, Mo Boyuan's face sank. Then he directly stopped the man and held him in his arms:

"If you don't go, you can go!"

Jiang listens to permission and doesn't want to be sent to the hospital because of dysmenorrhea. You know, he is still a doctor. What a shame at that time?

But now that the man didn't understand, Jiang listened to Xu and sighed:

"Mo Boyuan, I really don't have to go to the hospital. I'm my great aunt coming. Dysmenorrhea."

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

Cough.

That's why I put people down:

"Very uncomfortable?"

"HMM." in his voice, he already had a cry cavity of painful crying.

Mo Boyuan still knows that his wife has dysmenorrhea:

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

In fact, Jiang Tingxu didn't have dysmenorrhea before. When he gave birth to a child a few years ago, he suffered severe physical losses before he fell into the problem of dysmenorrhea!

Mother Mo has found many famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors to see her daughter-in-law, but she can only recuperate. She must take traditional Chinese medicine every month to alleviate her illness.

Once you don't take medicine, you will have a severe attack!

"I forgot."

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

"Forgot?" hearing his wife's answer, Mo Boyuan frowned and his eyes became sharp.

Jiang listened to Xu's advice:

"I didn't mean it."

Only those with dysmenorrhea can understand the pain of dysmenorrhea. No one else can understand the Tao.

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

What else can moboyuan say?

It's no use talking about it at this time.

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

"Even if you don't go to the hospital, let them come home."