With the conditions that were agreed at the beginning, Mr. Meng had to leave even if he was not reconciled.
But he refused Meng Yueman to be with him.
"Ding Jing just took the medicine she prescribed. I don't know what the effect will be. You stay here and let her see the effect and adjust the medicine. It's good for his legs." Although Mr. Meng was very stubborn about that matter, it was very annoying. He has a headache, but he is also concerned about Bo Dingjing, his son-in-law.
Meng Yueman thought about it for a while, so she didn't say that she wanted to follow.
"Look at your good son, this is to take me away as a prisoner!" Mr. Meng pointed to the black-clothed bodyguards standing in two rows.
Meng Yueman, "..."
Her son is a bit past.
"Dad, Jun Yan also sent so many people to escort you back because he cared about you."
"Do you believe what you say?" Mr. Meng sneered.
Meng Yueman, "..."
This is, I can't even say good things...
After Mr. Meng left, Meng Yueman breathed a sigh of relief, "If you continue to treat this as a sandwich biscuit, I think I'm going to have a migraine."
Bo Dingjing smiled, and just as he was about to say something, his legs started to ache.
"Is the medicine over?" Meng Yueman hurried forward and asked.
"Um."
"An injection?" Although Bo Dingjing had used the medicine, he still had two approaches, but the traditional Chinese medicine didn't work as quickly as the analgesic, so if the pain was severe, he still had to use the analgesic.
"I can bear it, I will bear it first, so as not to become more and more dependent." Bo Dingjing said.
"Then I'll give you a massage." Meng Yueman learned the massage techniques from Ling Wei.
"Teach others, don't give me a massage yourself, I'm so tired." Bo Dingjing has always been a person who dotes on his wife very much, so he doesn't think it's too much for his son's actions. This man is not good to his wife, no Doting on one's own wife, who is it good for?
"Doing this in one day will make you tired!" Meng Yueman said as she went to give him a massage.
While she was giving Bo Dingjing a massage, the butler came over with medicine.
"Sir, it's time to take your medicine."
Looking at the bowl of black potion, Bo Dingjing felt bad all of a sudden!
Although he said that for the good of his legs, he would swallow it no matter how much he felt like vomiting, but drinking such a large bowl of traditional Chinese medicine really made him sick.
Just when Meng Yueman wanted to tell him that good medicine tastes bitter.
Mu Huan ran in and saw Bo Dingjing frowning and holding up a bowl to drink medicine, she hurriedly shouted, "Dad, don't drink it yet!"
"What's wrong?" Meng Yueman looked back after hearing the words, is there something wrong with this medicine?
Mu Huan strode over and said, "I heard from Jun Yan that Dad used to drink traditional Chinese medicine and hurt himself, so he made small pills of oral medicine for nearly a week. Dad will take it first, and after the week is over, let Fu The professor will help you feel the pulse, and if there is no need to increase or decrease the dose, then do the rest.”
Drinking a large bowl of decoction is hard to bear, but it is different when it is made into small pills, and it goes down in one gulp.
As she spoke, she took out the prepared pills from her schoolbag.
Bo Dingjing, "Have you made pills from these few days' medicine?"
It is not uncommon to have traditional Chinese medicine pills. Many traditional Chinese medicines have been made into pills and sold for a long time. However, I usually find prescriptions and medicines from Chinese medicine practitioners, and they are all decoctions. Because symptomatic treatment is needed, one prescription may be taken for about a week. No one to make a pill.
Most of the pills made from traditional Chinese medicines are also made by machines in batches. It is impossible to make the dosage for a few days alone, which means that these are made by herself.
