Chapter 62: His hands are very warm (2)

An Ziqi didn't have the strength to quarrel with him at the moment, turned around and wanted to take a cup again, but her legs were soft and fell to the ground.

Xiao Moli reflexively stepped forward, stretched out his hand to support her, saw her sweating profusely, her lips were white, her face changed a little, and he said solemnly, "An Ziqi, what's the matter with you?"

An Ziqi held her stomach in pain, and said weakly, "I...I am here, my stomach hurts."

Seeing a little blood on her trousers, Xiao Moli frowned and hugged her onto the sofa.

Thinking that she was pouring water before, she immediately turned around and went back to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water.

Sitting behind her, leaning on her, feeding her a drink.

Seeing her face pale and not getting better at all, Xiao Moli's brows were twisted into a line.

Seeing his frowning brows, An Ziqi curled up and said in pain, "I'm really fine. I do this every month. Just be patient. You have to go to work tomorrow. Go to bed first. Don't worry about me, don't make a noise. Wake up Ningning."

Xiao Moli's lips were pressed tightly, and this stupid woman's appearance made him feel distressed inexplicably.

Turned back to the bedroom, took out the phone and dialed a number. After rang for a long time, a lazy voice came from the phone, "My lovely brother, why don't you hold a beautiful woman and look for your brother in the middle of the night?"

There was also a woman's breathless sound in the middle.

Xiao Moli's face turned dark, and he asked directly, "What should I do if a woman has a stomachache?"

"Please, my appearance fee is eight figures. You bother me in the middle of the night. Just ask this? When did my genius doctor become so cheap."

"Don't be wordy, speak quickly."

"Your IQ is getting lower and lower. Take it to the hospital."

"It's not that kind of stomach ache."

"what is that?"

Xiao Moli gritted his teeth and spit out two words quickly, "Dysmenorrhea."

After speaking, a blush flashed across his fair face.

"Bai Xin'er?" Xiao Chen asked with raised eyebrows over there.

He saw that the woman had returned to China. If it was her, it would be so painful and he would not care.

"No." Xiao Moli pursed his lips and described An Ziqi's symptoms again.

Xiao Chen became busy and serious, "Ordinary women with dysmenorrhea, brown sugar and **** boiled water are enough. An Ziqi pains severely every month, it is likely that the child did not deal with it after giving birth, leaving some sequelae. You first Go and boil brown sugar and **** water for her to drink. When you sleep, remember to get a hot water bottle to warm up her belly. I suggest you take her over when you have time to check it.

After explaining some precautions, Xiao Moli hung up the phone after listening, and his eyes flashed with anger. How did the group of doctors eat and leave her with such serious sequelae.

Sullen face and put on clothes, walked into the living room.

An Ziqi was curled up on the sofa in pain, a trace of blood was bitten on her pale lips.

Xiao Moli stepped forward and stroked her lips with his fingers, "Loose your teeth."

An Ziqi was in terrible pain. Hearing his harsh words, she couldn't help but feel wronged, and tears fell in an instant.

Xiao Moli wiped away the tears from her face, and her voice softened, "You bear with me, I will help you buy brown sugar and boil water."

"Xiao Moli, can you buy me some... sanitary napkins by the way when you go out?"

An Ziqi bit her lip and begged in a low voice.

Although she was also embarrassed, the constant flow of heat under her body made her feel even more embarrassed.

Xiao Moli's face turned dark. Even if he bought brown sugar, he still had to buy sanitary napkins. It was known that he would definitely be in the newspaper.

Gritting his teeth, he glared at her and turned to go out.