Min songyun shook his head slowly.

"You have children, don't you?"

Jiang Xiao looks down at her stomach.

Three and a half months, almost four months. In fact, her stomach should not be particularly pregnant at this time, but her stomach is really growing very fast. Even if she is wearing loose clothes, she can still see it when she sits down.

Jiang Xiao always thinks that it is likely that she ate too much.

"Yes."

"So, it's not appropriate. I'm really injured and infectious, but I'm only infected by direct contact. There's no danger in such a distance. This is OK, in case you touch the pulse, really infected, the baby in the stomach is also dangerous. Girl, I appreciate your kindness, but I have already implicated many people. It's not worth it for me, an old man who has reached the last level of his life. "

Min songyun said: "you go back to talk to your uncle, said to let him not worry about, good busy his work."

He felt that it was Li Hanzhong who asked Jiang Xiao to feel the pulse for him.

Although Jiang Xiao talked about Meng's past years, he was moved.

He also knew that it was not easy for Jiang Xiao. After all, the man she married was Meng Xinian.

But he didn't really believe that such a little girl could cure his injury.

"What is worth it, old man?" Jiang Xiao asked, "if you can cure the disease, you should continue to do research and contribute to this country. You also know what kind of benefits and development your research achievements will bring to the country. Isn't it worth it to you? If you leave like this, don't you call it a loss? As for infection, I can pad a towel without touching your hand directly

Min songyun is fresh.

"Can you feel your pulse with a towel? Is it really so good? "

Jiang Xiao nodded.

"Sir, if I can save you and study the treatment plan for my husband, I should be grateful to you. Otherwise, you will be regarded as a help to me?"

"If you get infected, I'm the one who killed you."

"I'm sure I can protect myself from infection, really."

"What can you do? Is it just a towel Min songyun asked.

Jiang Xiao said: "of course not, I also brought medicine."

"There is no medicine for this infection." Min songyun shook his head and still said he didn't believe what she said.

"This medicine has healed the scar on my little uncle's face and the wound on my big uncle's forehead. I think the old gentleman has heard of it? His injury is very serious, but now it has been greatly improved, all because of my ointment...

"you mean that thousand gold scar removing cream?"

It seems that min songyun is still very clear.

"Yes."

"But your ointment can cure the scar. My wound is not a scar. It's far from scarring, so I can't use it. What's more, what we're talking about now is infection. Your ointment is not anti infection. It's different. "

Min songyun is indeed very stubborn. After saying this, he waved his hand to show that he did not want to talk about this issue again.

"Just try it. The old man's injury will hurt or itch? Let's try it first. Can you feel better? If it works, we'll talk about it later. How about it? "

"No, ginger. Now let's talk about painting?"

Jiang Xiao is helpless. The old man is really stubborn and hard to persuade.

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