Ji Furong was still busy, so she nodded to her through the door, "Sit outside for a while."

Zhao Xiyin raised her hand and said ok. She sat on the chair and felt a little dizzy when she smelled the scent of disinfectant.

Ten minutes later, the patient left.

Dr. Ji was very concerned about Zhao Xiyin, "I haven't come to see me for a while, and I'm still glad."

Zhao Xiyin said: "It's much better, Aunt Ji, but I'm not feeling very comfortable during this period."

"What's wrong?" Ji Furong frowned, "Is my stomach hurting again?"

"Occasionally, but it can't be said to be painful." Zhao Xiyin said distressedly: "I feel depressed and a little swelling. Sometimes when I walk a little further, I feel more obvious."

"Isn't it the kind of pain I used to be?"

"No." Zhao Xiyin shook her head.

After examining for a few seconds, Dr. Ji suddenly asked: "Xiaoxi, have you ever had a life in the last few months?"

There was nothing to hide or shy in front of the doctor. Zhao Xiyin nodded and said truthfully: "Yes."

Ji Furong's expression was relaxed, and she smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth. She didn't say much, but took out a box of things from the medicine cabinet and handed them to her.

"You go and test it. If you don't know how to use it, look at the instruction manual."

Zhao Xiyin was completely stunned. When she took it, her hands even shivered slightly.

Dr. Ji encouraged: "It's okay, Xiaoxi, let's rule it out one by one, what if it's good news."

Twenty minutes later.
Chapter completed!