Chapter 7： Stop bashing her, okay?

Zhulan motioned for her two sons to look at her husband, followed the doctor out, sat in front of the chair and watched the doctor write the prescription, and thought of herself, this body suffered too much loss in production, otherwise she would not have passed through and waited for the doctor After writing the recipe, he opened his mouth and said, "Doctor, you can also help me to see. I'm all weak, my back hurts and I'm sweating, and I don't have any strength at all."

Zhulan didn't lie, she felt it when she woke up in the morning, otherwise she wouldn't need her son's help at all according to her memory, and she had the strength to support her husband.

The doctor stroked his beard, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhulan was even more nervous. She was afraid that something was wrong with her body. She just figured out how to accept her identity.

The doctor let go of his hand, "The physical loss is too serious, and the work is overworked. Fortunately, the foundation is good, but it needs to be recuperated slowly to replenish the vitality. It's just that the recuperation days are not short and the price is not cheap. Does Madam need to open it?"

Zhulan looked at the gray cloth clothes on her body, the clothes she wore for work at home, and she didn't change into some good clothes when she was in a hurry to go out. age.

But Zhulan thought about the memory of the original owner, and she knew, "Go ahead, I can bear it."

The doctor was surprised, and didn't ask any further questions. He happily prescribed the prescription for three days, "Come over in three days and check the pulse."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Luckily, Zhu Lan had brought enough money. Her husband's medicine was cheap. For less than a hundred cents for three days, hers was expensive. For three days, it was one or two. No wonder the doctor confirmed it again and again. It was only three days. A month later, my heart is trembling.

Seeing that it was noon, Zhulan asked the boss to buy meat buns. Seeing the meat stall touching her thin arm, seeing her husband's lean appearance, she got out of the car and bought four pounds of fat and added two more pieces. Bone, went to forty-two pennies.

When I came out, I spent one or two hundred and sixty cents on the car payment for Li Zheng's house.

Zhulan was a little emotional, whether in modern times or in ancient times, seeing a doctor was expensive.

When she got home, her original husband didn't wake up either, and Zhulan didn't feel overwhelmed by Qian Qian, and her face became even paler after going back and forth. As soon as she arrived at the door of the house, it was rumored in the village that Zhou Shuren was dead.

Zhulan took out a clay pot and prepared to cook the medicine. As for the meat, she had already given it to her eldest daughter-in-law. In modern times, she is a takeaway and a restaurant. .

I bought a total of twelve meat buns, one for two cents, one for Zhulan, two for the two in the school, one for the little girl who went out again, and the rest for the boss and the second. Eight buns in a family of four.

Zhulan just brushed the pot and boiled the medicine, and the second daughter-in-law was holding the steamed bun, trembling, "Mother, this is for you."

Bamboo Orchid, "..."

She was depressed, and she could scare the Zhao family enough by dividing the buns.

Mr. Li, who was cutting the pork, rolled his eyes, "Mother, the big ones haven't eaten enough!"

Zhu Lan glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law, this eldest daughter-in-law really likes the pungent temperament, but she is a lot of careful thinking, gouged out a glance, and said to the Zhao family in a bad tone: "Just eat it for you, don't bother me. , get out now."

Zhao's eyes were red, and she said, "Mother, you are so kind."

Bamboo Orchid, "..."

It's really good, don't cry, don't make fun of her, okay?