Chapter 659: Flat chest is also a disease!
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McGonagall rode his bicycle in the direction of the restaurant, thinking about going to Luodu, his brow furrowed.
This embarrassment is unavoidable. The most important thing is how to improve security. It must not be recognized. He is Alex.
The opponent is too strong, and now that he is recognized, there is no need to say revenge, even a small life is difficult to protect.
"Under the front of the bridge, I swam through a group of ducks..." Amy sat in the back seat, singing a few ducks in a clear voice, and her hands were open and happy, and the mood seemed very good.
The ugly duckling is lying in the basket, rolling from the left to the right, rolling from the right to the left, turning his eyes, and his face is incomprehensible.
"Father, I can't listen to it?" Amy suddenly interrupted Meg's thinking.
"Ah?" McGonagall stunned. Suddenly he felt a little sorry. He smiled and said, "Well, Amy sings really nicely, and my father wants to listen again."
"Okay, okay, then I will sing a little girl who picks mushrooms." Amy said with a good compliment, and then sang: "The little girl picking mushrooms, carrying one..."
The crisp voice was a little soft and soft, and Meg was listening quietly, and temporarily threw the troubles behind her head.
This way, with Amy alone, the little guy can always make his mind get peace soon, just like finding a harbor.
The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant. McGonagall took Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car and looked at the dark-painted restaurant. Some strange words: "Why don't you turn on the lights? Is Barbara already asleep?"
"Is Barbara's sister a piglet? I slept so early." Amy asked with an ugly duckling still in dizziness and smiled.
"Maybe it is." McGonagall said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door and just wanted to go in, but suddenly found a black shadow on the door of the restaurant, vaguely can be seen as a figure.
"The trough!"
McGonagall scared the door in his hand and threw it out. In the dark-painted restaurant, a person with a loose hair squatted face down at the restaurant door, one hand forward, pointing to the direction of the door, as if to say : "The murderer is..."
"It’s Barbara’s sister! What happened to her?” Amy yelled at the ugly duckling and asked some nervously.
McGonagall stretched his hand and opened the lamp. It was Barbara who was kneeling at the door. His left hand was hanging beside him, his right index finger extended, and he seemed to write something on the ground. His face was pale and motionless.
"Ham murder scene?"
McGonagall looked at the scene and was inexplicably panicked. He quickly bent over and put his finger on Barbara's neck artery. His skin feels cool, but he can feel the weak pulse. This is a relief, not dead. .
"This has a line of words." Amy pointed to Barbara's hand.
McGonagall removed Barbara's hand aside, revealing a few words written in black carbon grey: "Give me a beef skewer..."
After flipping Barbara's palm, the forefinger has a trace of black charcoal left behind.
"This girl... won't be hungry?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a bit ridiculously. When he went out this evening, he left Barbara for dinner in the incubator because she seemed to be sleeping. So I also wrote a piece of paper and posted it on the door of the kitchen.
"So, father, what should we do now?" Amy asked Megman as curious.
"Wake her up first." McGonagall turned Barbara over, then reached out and hugged her up.
One meter five five, it is flat chest, holding almost no weight in his arms, just like a child.
"System, help me scan her physical condition and check out what happened to her body." McGonagall stopped and stood under the door and said in the heart and the system.
"The host does not have permission to diagnose the condition, please raise it as soon as possible..." The sound of the system sounded.
"A diagnosis of 500 copper coins, do not do?" McGonagall directly interrupted the system.
"Do!" The system's response was not overkill.
"Hey! The test is completed! 500 copper coins have been deducted! The test report form has been generated, please check the host!" Soon, the system sounds again.
McGonagall put Barbara on a table next to it and took a close look at the test report in his mind.
Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; strength: seven-level space magician. Diagnosis of the disease: severe hypoglycemia! Serious anemia! Severe flat chest! The remaining indicators are normal.
"System, what is your ghostly illness?" McGonagall thought he was blind, and couldn't help but vomit.
"According to modern medical principles, severe flat chest is also a female disease. If it can not be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously.
"I can pull you." McGonagall rolled his eyes, too lazy to continue to wander with the system, severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, a princess can give this disease, it is not easy.
However, since the condition has been diagnosed, McGonagall has a bottom, at least not a heart disease, cancer and other incurable diseases, add some sugar, follow-up in the blood, it should be no problem.
McGonagall poured a glass of life into the kitchen, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then lifted Barbara up to feed her slowly.
After a while, Barbara's pale face was obviously improved, and some blood was re-appeared. The original weak breathing gradually accelerated, and the body recovered some temperatures and was no longer cold.
"Hey... Where is this Highness this?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, some weak voices, and then her eyes fell on Meg’s face, looking at the face so close to her. a bit.
Barbara felt that her body suddenly recovered consciousness, and then felt the big hands that were warm on her back. Her eyes were round and her face was red, and she stood up from the table with a sigh.
As a result, the body that had just recovered a little strength shook, and suddenly it was not stabilized. It was directly planted in the arms of McGonagall. Both hands subconsciously caught Meg's neck, and his face almost stuck to his face.
"I said, I just saved you from humanitarianism. You don't have to give it to you like this?" McGonagall held the cup in his hand, his hands open, and looked at his neck, almost licking his face. Barbara on his face was a little helpless.
For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't afford to be interested in that aspect.
Barbara's face panicked, and the subconsciously released his hands directly. Then his face pressed against McGon's chest and rubbed down all the way. He squatted and squatted directly in front of McGonagall.
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McGonagall rode his bicycle in the direction of the restaurant, thinking about going to Luodu, his brow furrowed.
This embarrassment is unavoidable. The most important thing is how to improve security. It must not be recognized. He is Alex.
The opponent is too strong, and now that he is recognized, there is no need to say revenge, even a small life is difficult to protect.
"Under the front of the bridge, I swam through a group of ducks..." Amy sat in the back seat, singing a few ducks in a clear voice, and her hands were open and happy, and the mood seemed very good.
The ugly duckling is lying in the basket, rolling from the left to the right, rolling from the right to the left, turning his eyes, and his face is incomprehensible.
"Father, I can't listen to it?" Amy suddenly interrupted Meg's thinking.
"Ah?" McGonagall stunned. Suddenly he felt a little sorry. He smiled and said, "Well, Amy sings really nicely, and my father wants to listen again."
"Okay, okay, then I will sing a little girl who picks mushrooms." Amy said with a good compliment, and then sang: "The little girl picking mushrooms, carrying one..."
The crisp voice was a little soft and soft, and Meg was listening quietly, and temporarily threw the troubles behind her head.
This way, with Amy alone, the little guy can always make his mind get peace soon, just like finding a harbor.
The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant. McGonagall took Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car and looked at the dark-painted restaurant. Some strange words: "Why don't you turn on the lights? Is Barbara already asleep?"
"Is Barbara's sister a piglet? I slept so early." Amy asked with an ugly duckling still in dizziness and smiled.
"Maybe it is." McGonagall said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door and just wanted to go in, but suddenly found a black shadow on the door of the restaurant, vaguely can be seen as a figure.
"The trough!"
McGonagall scared the door in his hand and threw it out. In the dark-painted restaurant, a person with a loose hair squatted face down at the restaurant door, one hand forward, pointing to the direction of the door, as if to say : "The murderer is..."
"It’s Barbara’s sister! What happened to her?” Amy yelled at the ugly duckling and asked some nervously.
McGonagall stretched his hand and opened the lamp. It was Barbara who was kneeling at the door. His left hand was hanging beside him, his right index finger extended, and he seemed to write something on the ground. His face was pale and motionless.
"Ham murder scene?"
McGonagall looked at the scene and was inexplicably panicked. He quickly bent over and put his finger on Barbara's neck artery. His skin feels cool, but he can feel the weak pulse. This is a relief, not dead. .
"This has a line of words." Amy pointed to Barbara's hand.
McGonagall removed Barbara's hand aside, revealing a few words written in black carbon grey: "Give me a beef skewer..."
After flipping Barbara's palm, the forefinger has a trace of black charcoal left behind.
"This girl... won't be hungry?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a bit ridiculously. When he went out this evening, he left Barbara for dinner in the incubator because she seemed to be sleeping. So I also wrote a piece of paper and posted it on the door of the kitchen.
"So, father, what should we do now?" Amy asked Megman as curious.
"Wake her up first." McGonagall turned Barbara over, then reached out and hugged her up.
One meter five five, it is flat chest, holding almost no weight in his arms, just like a child.
"System, help me scan her physical condition and check out what happened to her body." McGonagall stopped and stood under the door and said in the heart and the system.
"The host does not have permission to diagnose the condition, please raise it as soon as possible..." The sound of the system sounded.
"A diagnosis of 500 copper coins, do not do?" McGonagall directly interrupted the system.
"Do!" The system's response was not overkill.
"Hey! The test is completed! 500 copper coins have been deducted! The test report form has been generated, please check the host!" Soon, the system sounds again.
McGonagall put Barbara on a table next to it and took a close look at the test report in his mind.
Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; strength: seven-level space magician. Diagnosis of the disease: severe hypoglycemia! Serious anemia! Severe flat chest! The remaining indicators are normal.
"System, what is your ghostly illness?" McGonagall thought he was blind, and couldn't help but vomit.
"According to modern medical principles, severe flat chest is also a female disease. If it can not be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously.
"I can pull you." McGonagall rolled his eyes, too lazy to continue to wander with the system, severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, a princess can give this disease, it is not easy.
However, since the condition has been diagnosed, McGonagall has a bottom, at least not a heart disease, cancer and other incurable diseases, add some sugar, follow-up in the blood, it should be no problem.
McGonagall poured a glass of life into the kitchen, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then lifted Barbara up to feed her slowly.
After a while, Barbara's pale face was obviously improved, and some blood was re-appeared. The original weak breathing gradually accelerated, and the body recovered some temperatures and was no longer cold.
"Hey... Where is this Highness this?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, some weak voices, and then her eyes fell on Meg’s face, looking at the face so close to her. a bit.
Barbara felt that her body suddenly recovered consciousness, and then felt the big hands that were warm on her back. Her eyes were round and her face was red, and she stood up from the table with a sigh.
As a result, the body that had just recovered a little strength shook, and suddenly it was not stabilized. It was directly planted in the arms of McGonagall. Both hands subconsciously caught Meg's neck, and his face almost stuck to his face.
"I said, I just saved you from humanitarianism. You don't have to give it to you like this?" McGonagall held the cup in his hand, his hands open, and looked at his neck, almost licking his face. Barbara on his face was a little helpless.
For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't afford to be interested in that aspect.
Barbara's face panicked, and the subconsciously released his hands directly. Then his face pressed against McGon's chest and rubbed down all the way. He squatted and squatted directly in front of McGonagall.
McGonagall rode his bicycle in the direction of the restaurant, thinking about going to Luodu, his brow furrowed.This embarrassment is unavoidable. The most important thing is how to improve security. It must not be recognized. He is Alex.The opponent is too strong, and now that he is recognized, there is no need to say revenge, even a small life is difficult to protect."Under the front of the bridge, I swam through a group of ducks..." Amy sat in the back seat, singing a few ducks in a clear voice, and her hands were open and happy, and the mood seemed very good.The ugly duckling is lying in the basket, rolling from the left to the right, rolling from the right to the left, turning his eyes, and his face is incomprehensible."Father, I can't listen to it?" Amy suddenly interrupted Meg's thinking."Ah?" McGonagall stunned. Suddenly he felt a little sorry. He smiled and said, "Well, Amy sings really nicely, and my father wants to listen again.""Okay, okay, then I will sing a little girl who picks mushrooms." Amy said with a good compliment, and then sang: "The little girl picking mushrooms, carrying one..."The crisp voice was a little soft and soft, and Meg was listening quietly, and temporarily threw the troubles behind her head.This way, with Amy alone, the little guy can always make his mind get peace soon, just like finding a harbor.The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant. McGonagall took Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car and looked at the dark-painted restaurant. Some strange words: "Why don't you turn on the lights? Is Barbara already asleep?""Is Barbara's sister a piglet? I slept so early." Amy asked with an ugly duckling still in dizziness and smiled."Maybe it is." McGonagall said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door and just wanted to go in, but suddenly found a black shadow on the door of the restaurant, vaguely can be seen as a figure."The trough!"McGonagall scared the door in his hand and threw it out. In the dark-painted restaurant, a person with a loose hair squatted face down at the restaurant door, one hand forward, pointing to the direction of the door, as if to say : "The murderer is...""It's Barbara's sister! What happened to her? Amy yelled at the ugly duckling and asked some nervously.McGonagall stretched his hand and opened the lamp. It was Barbara who was kneeling at the door. His left hand was hanging beside him, his right index finger extended, and he seemed to write something on the ground. His face was pale and motionless."Ham murder scene?"McGonagall looked at the scene and was inexplicably panicked. He quickly bent over and put his finger on Barbara's neck artery. His skin feels cool, but he can feel the weak pulse. This is a relief, not dead. ."This has a line of words." Amy pointed to Barbara's hand.McGonagall removed Barbara's hand aside, revealing a few words written in black carbon grey: "Give me a beef skewer..."After flipping Barbara's palm, the forefinger has a trace of black charcoal left behind."This girl... won't be hungry?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a bit ridiculously. When he went out this evening, he left Barbara for dinner in the incubator because she seemed to be sleeping. So I also wrote a piece of paper and posted it on the door of the kitchen."So, father, what should we do now?" Amy asked Megman as curious."Wake her up first." McGonagall turned Barbara over, then reached out and hugged her up.One meter five five, it is flat chest, holding almost no weight in his arms, just like a child."System, help me scan her physical condition and check out what happened to her body." McGonagall stopped and stood under the door and said in the heart and the system."The host does not have permission to diagnose the condition, please raise it as soon as possible..." The sound of the system sounded."A diagnosis of 500 copper coins, do not do?" McGonagall directly interrupted the system."Do!" The system's response was not overkill."Hey! The test is completed! 500 copper coins have been deducted! The test report form has been generated, please check the host!" Soon, the system sounds again.McGonagall put Barbara on a table next to it and took a close look at the test report in his mind.Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; strength: seven-level space magician. Diagnosis of the disease: severe hypoglycemia! Serious anemia! Severe flat chest! The remaining indicators are normal."System, what is your ghostly illness?" McGonagall thought he was blind, and couldn't help but vomit."According to modern medical principles, severe flat chest is also a female disease. If it can not be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously."I can pull you." McGonagall rolled his eyes, too lazy to continue to wander with the system, severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, a princess can give this disease, it is not easy.However, since the condition has been diagnosed, McGonagall has a bottom, at least not a heart disease, cancer and other incurable diseases, add some sugar, follow-up in the blood, it should be no problem.McGonagall poured a glass of life into the kitchen, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then lifted Barbara up to feed her slowly.After a while, Barbara's pale face was obviously improved, and some blood was re-appeared. The original weak breathing gradually accelerated, and the body recovered some temperatures and was no longer cold."Hey... Where is this Highness this?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, some weak voices, and then her eyes fell on Meg's face, looking at the face so close to her. a bit.Barbara felt that her body suddenly recovered consciousness, and then felt the big hands that were warm on her back. Her eyes were round and her face was red, and she stood up from the table with a sigh.As a result, the body that had just recovered a little strength shook, and suddenly it was not stabilized. It was directly planted in the arms of McGonagall. Both hands subconsciously caught Meg's neck, and his face almost stuck to his face."I said, I just saved you from humanitarianism. You don't have to give it to you like this?" McGonagall held the cup in his hand, his hands open, and looked at his neck, almost licking his face. Barbara on his face was a little helpless.For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't afford to be interested in that aspect.Barbara's face panicked, and the subconsciously released his hands directly. Then his face pressed against McGon's chest and rubbed down all the way. He squatted and squatted directly in front of McGonagall.
