"What if you take a few medicines, it's okay? Look at his face now, his heartbeats are all over, and he's loaded with a few medicines. Can you do it with just a few medicines? Humph, nonsense! Who can trust your three-legged cat's medical skills!" Seeing the symptoms that were first taken, this bastard must have an incurable disease!

Qiu Mo wrinkled his face bitterly. What is the technique of three-legged cats? He is known as a miracle doctor, but why did he become a three-legged cat when he arrived here?

"It's really not a terminal illness. He... he is an old problem." No matter what he said, he couldn't let Shiqi take Nalanye's pulse.

Nalan Ye was very excited. It turned out that he was so important in this crazy man's heart. Now that Shiqi is still pretty good. Except for his extraordinary personality and love of money, everything else is fine.

It seems that his accidental gains are still very great when he pretends to be sick!

"What old problem? What do you mean is that I didn't cure him last time?" Shiqi looked unhappy. Last time, he definitely eradicated Nalanye's old disease. Now he has another old problem. Isn't this clearly doubting her medical skills?

"Uh... that's not. Actually... this disease..." Qiu Mo sweated in his heart. This Seventeen is not as easy to deal with as ordinary people. Alas, I knew that he would not help Nalan as a cover if I beat him to death.

Now, if he offended Seventeen, how would he think about her asking for medical questions in the future?

"This disease... Actually, I don't understand..." Qiu Mo said stiffly, and at the same time, "Brother, I can only help you get here. Next, you can deal with it yourself..."

Nalan Ye glared at Qiu Mo fiercely, feeling a little worried. If Shiqi knew that he was pretending to be sick, his current state of peace would probably be broken.

"I didn't understand? Oh, I'm really a terminal illness." Shiqi was in a daze. Even Qiu Mo didn't understand it, so the root cause of the disease would be serious.

Nalan Ye coughed lightly and said, "It's nothing. His lungs are a little uncomfortable recently, and it's not a terminal illness."

What a terminal illness? If the rumors are out, he will be even more ashamed to go out in the future!

"Lungs? That's serious. I'll help you see it first." As Qi Qi said, he went to grab Nalanye's arm, just kidding. If it was tuberculosis, she would isolate him. You must know that tuberculosis will be contagious!

"This...is not necessary..."

"What's the point? Tuberculosis is not easy to treat!" He refused the place and went up to seize his pulse.

Seeing that Nalan Ye couldn't escape, his face showed a state of guilt, tuberculosis? Who is tuberculosis?

Seventeen took the pulse and stared at Nalanye suspiciously. The pulse is very normal. Why is his face pale? His lungs are uncomfortable, so he doesn't need to be in his body!

"You have no problem with your lungs."

"Uh...that might be a stomach disease."

"The stomach is not sick, and it is very healthy." He frowned slightly, and he was confused.

"That... it may be a heart disease!" Even if he beaten to death, he didn't want Shiqi to know that he was pretending to be sick!

"Heart?" The Seventeen little hands approached his chest. The problem of heart overload was also great, but the realization would be transferred to Nalanye's face.

Nalan Ye's eyes were facing Qi Qi, and he was shocked, and he immediately passed by guilt, his heart beating faster...

After Shiqi looked at it for a while, the room was very quiet, which made Nalan Ye want to snatch the door. This was stressful to face Shiqi. And when he was lying, his heart beating quickly, and he felt that the heart was about to jump out of his mouth.
Chapter completed!