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Chapter 252: A Calamity Every Month

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    Yan Xi stood on the podium, his stomach hurting more and more, and there were even thick beads of sweat on his forehead.  After finally surviving get out of class, Yan Chuan rushed over and supported her as soon as the call was over.

    "Are you all right?"

    "Help me to the office."

    Yan Chuan helped Yan Xi to the office, let her sit on the chair, poured a glass of boiled water and put it on the desk, and took no time to educate her: "Look, who treats you best at critical moments? Only you  Me, brother. You have to treat me better in the future, don't use me as cannon fodder!"

    Yan Xi clutched his stomach: "You talk a lot of nonsense!"

    "You are not moved by such a thoughtful and considerate brother?"

    "Okay, I'm touched. Go back to the classroom."

    Yan Chuan walked to the door of the office and ran into Xiang Lan.  Xiang Lan glanced at Yan Xi who was lying on the table, and knew that her monthly calamity had come again.

    "It hurts like this, go back to the dormitory and lie down." She suggested to Yan Xi.

    "No, there will be another class in class three later."

    "I'll help you." Xiang Lan called Yan Chuan who was about to leave, "Yan Chuan, help your sister to the dormitory."

    Yan Chuan had no choice but to turn back.

    Xiang Lan took the bag for Yan Xi and hung it around Yan Chuan's neck: "It's not a problem if you keep doing this, go to the hospital when you have time."

    Yan Xi put one hand on Yan Chuan's shoulder, and said to Xiang Lan: "On the right is the test paper of the third class's exam, just teach this in class."

    "Okay, you will be worried, I can still manage a class."

    Yan Chuan bent over and said to Yan Xi: "I'll carry you on my back."

    "No, I can go."

    Arriving at the dormitory, Yan Chuan helped Yan Xi lie down, poured a cup of hot water and put it on her bedside table, and then returned to the classroom.

    After Xiang Lan came back from get out of class, she saw Yan Xi curled up in the bed like a kitten, her face pale.  She sat by the bed and touched the bottle of hot water on the bedside table, it was already cold.

    "I'll make you a bowl of brown sugar water."

    She was about to get up when Yan Xi stopped her: "No more, I feel much better."

    "Look at you, your face is as white as paper, and your lips are all white."

    "It's like this every time, there is nothing to make a fuss about, it will be fine tomorrow."

    "No, I still have to boil some brown sugar water, just wait." She got up and went to the kitchen.

    Yan Chuan supported the railing with both hands, looking aimlessly at the crowd playing on the playground, suddenly a figure broke into his sight, and he waved his hands excitedly at him: "Yi Jingchen, Brother Yi!"

    Yi Jingchen heard the cry, looked up, and Yan Chuan shouted with a smile: "Wait for me."

    He quickly went downstairs and ran to Yi Jingchen: "You came back from a business trip, did you bring me a present?"

    "Yes, but I left it in the office, you can pick it up after school."

    Yan Chuan looked at the backpack in his hand: "What's in your bag?"

    "It's none of your business."

    "I know it even if I don't say it. It must be for my sister."

    Yi Jingchen smiled: "That's right. Where's your sister?"

    Yan Chuan said: "I was lying in the dormitory, and the monthly catastrophe came again. When I was in class today, it seemed like I was going to fall down. It scared me to death."

    "So serious? I'll go and see."

    Yan Chuan grabbed Yi Jingchen: "Don't worry, I'm fine now. Would you like to invite me to dinner today?"

    "Your school cafeteria doesn't serve dinner?"

    "School dinner is not good."

    "You can eat at your sister's place. Doesn't she cook by herself every day?"

    "She wouldn't let me eat, saying she couldn't give me special treatment."

    Yi Jingchen smiled: "There is nothing wrong with treating people equally."

    "That's right, I have nothing to say if she treats everyone equally. The key is that she doesn't take care of her at all in life, but she really takes care of her in her studies."

    "How did you take care of it?"

    "Let me tell you, our class is like a mountain of monkeys. The whole class is full of monkeys, but I am a chicken. Whenever there is a need, she and Xiang Lan will pull me out and kill me, so that the monkeys can have a look."  color."

    "Cats only have nine lives. You have been killed so many times as a chicken, how can you still run around alive?"

    "You don't believe it, do you?"

    "Xin, I will intercede for you later, and let her kill you to give you a good time."

    Yi Jingchen smiled and ran to the teachers' dormitory.

     Yan Chuan looked at his back and cursed: "We value sex and despise friends, we are like a bird of a feather!"

    Yi Jingchen ran into the dormitory, saw Xiang Lan was boiling brown sugar water, hurriedly took out a kraft paper bag from his bag, opened the kraft paper bag, and inside were small packets of traditional Chinese medicine.

    Xiang Lan asked, "What is this?"

    "Give her a try with the prescription from the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine."

    "You're killing it first and playing it later. She's going to ask her to blame later, so don't get me involved!"

    "Don't worry! Where is she?"

    Xiang Lan pointed to the bedroom: "It's lying on the bed."

    Yi Jingchen entered the bedroom, Yan Xi lay sideways on the bed with only one head exposed, seeing him coming in, he was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

    "I just arrived. Thinking that today is your monthly disaster, I put my luggage in the office and ran over here. Do you want a drink of water?"

    Yan Xi shook his head: "Don't make a fuss."

    "I went to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine to give you a prescription. The old Chinese medicine doctor is very famous. You can try a course of treatment."

    "It's because the medicine is three-point poisonous, so I don't drink medicine."

    "You are overcorrecting. Even if it is three-point poisonous, there is still seven-point cure. It is not for you to drink every day."

    "Anyway, I don't drink." Yan Xi said stubbornly.

    Yi Jingchen understands her well, if she refuses to drink, it's useless even if you pry open her mouth and pour it in.  He reached out and stroked her hair: "Think about it carefully, is it more cost-effective to die from the pain every month, or is it more cost-effective to take medicine for a month and have no more pain from then on?"

    "Take the medicine for a month, and you may not be able to recover. Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking. Different individuals have different prescriptions. What works for others may not work for me." Yan Xi spoke clearly, as if he was a Chinese medicine doctor  , "The old Chinese doctor you mentioned is irresponsible to prescribe medicine for you without even seeing me. I don't believe him."

    "Whether it works or not, you have to try it. A dead horse is a living horse doctor."

    "You are dead!" Yan Xi rolled his eyes, turned over, and turned his back to him.

    Yi Jingchen smiled, put one hand on the bed, leaned over to look at her: "Are you angry?"

    Yan Xi said bluntly: "No."

    "I'm just angry." He held her face with one hand, turned her face slightly, let her look at him, lowered his head and pecked lightly on his lips, "I was wrong! I didn't read much,  I can¡¯t speak, so I¡¯ll have to supplement my cultural knowledge when I go back.¡±

    Yan Xi smiled lightly: "Slick tongue."

    Xiang Lan came in with the medicine: "The two of you should pay attention to the influence, there is still a living person here!"

    Yan Xi took the medicine in Xiang Lan's hand, and the smell of medicine came to his nostrils: "Isn't it brown sugar water?"

    Xiang Lan immediately said: "It's none of my business, it's his idea." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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