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Mo Jinlan raised her hand and wiped her forehead. She saw her black hair falling down like ink and scattered on the snow-white tunic. Her small white face became paler and paler, her long eyelashes were trembling, her eyebrows were weak and haggard, and her black eyes were just like the stars shining at night.
Mo Jinlan took back her hand: "it seems that she has a fever. I'll take some medicine for you."
She put a pillow behind Mo Lingwei: "lie down first, and then have a rest."
Mo Lingwei leaned on the pillow behind her, and felt her head heavy more and more. Everything in front of her seemed to be shaking in a whirl, with nausea in her stomach.
Mo Lingwei simply closed her eyes.
When Feng Shaojin comes, she sees that Mo Lingwei, who has taken the medicine, lies on the pillow and sleeps again.
The doctors in the camp are not good at medicine. Feng Shaojin orders people to invite Feng Yichen to come.
Feng Yichen is still immersed in the grief of his mother's death. Although Mrs. Feng is not his own mother, he really has no memory of his own mother. Since he can remember, Mrs. Feng has been taking good care of him.
This emotion, compared with the mother and son, is more grateful.
If he had thought carefully at the beginning, brought enough medicine, or had a heart to let the guards follow them, he might have sent them to the western countries by now, and would have got rid of the danger of Cloud City.
It's not going to end like this.
Feng Yichen is sent by Feng Shaojin's escort, even dragged into the carriage, rushed to the camp.
Feng Yichen leaned on the wall of the car and asked the escort who was driving: "what's the symptom?"
"Fever, vomiting." The guard couldn't say clearly: "I don't know the rest of the symptoms. During this period, the young lady has been busy in the camp treating the wounded, or she may be overworked."
Feng Yi Chen touched chin: "vomit?"
It's almost two months since she got married. Mo Lingwei is extremely difficult to get pregnant, but it doesn't mean she can't get pregnant at all. It's just that the probability of getting pregnant is very small.
If God is open-minded, really pregnant, it can be regarded as a great joy to seal the family.
Feng Yichen soon perked up and twisted up his medicine bag. "The carriage is too slow. I'll ride it."
He jumped out of the carriage, divided a horse, and rushed to the camp, leaving the escort behind.
To the camp, Feng Yichen directly broke into the bedroom.
Feng Shaojin is dealing with internal affairs, see feng Yichen came over, put down the document in hand: "she seems to be more and more severe, just now has fed her to take the pill to reduce fever."
Feng Yichen strode to the edge of the bed: "it's said that he vomited, isn't it harmful to happiness?"
Feng Shaojin, "...
Feng Shaojin reacts and suddenly looks ugly.
Feng Yichen added: "on the way here, I calculated the time. It was more than a month before you got married. If my sister-in-law was pregnant...
" it's impossible. " Feng Shaojin black face, deep voice interrupt Feng Yichen's words, will Mo Lingwei's arm out of the quilt, spread in the palm of the heart, "you quickly give her pulse."
Feng Yichen's finger belly is on Mo Lingwei's pulse. After a while, he takes back his hand in disappointment.
"How's it going?" Feng Shaojin asked, "what's wrong with her?"
"I was already weak, overworked, cold and caught a cold." Feng Yichen brought up a pen and wrote a prescription: "I'll prescribe some medicine for her to drink. After conditioning for a period of time, her body will gradually recover."
After that, she couldn't bear to look at the bed again: all the women in Yuncheng want to be the young commander's wife of Fengjia, but only Mo Lingwei can endure the rough life in the camp.
How can you make yourself so tired.
Feng Yichen looked at the people lying quietly, some feel inferior.
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Mo Jinlan raised her hand and wiped her forehead. She saw her black hair falling down like ink and scattered on the snow-white tunic. Her small white face became paler and paler, her long eyelashes were trembling, her eyebrows were weak and haggard, and her black eyes were just like the stars shining at night.
Mo Jinlan took back her hand: "it seems that she has a fever. I'll take some medicine for you."
She put a pillow behind Mo Lingwei: "lie down first, and then have a rest."
Mo Lingwei leaned on the pillow behind her, and felt her head heavy more and more. Everything in front of her seemed to be shaking in a whirl, with nausea in her stomach.
Mo Lingwei simply closed her eyes.
When Feng Shaojin comes, she sees that Mo Lingwei, who has taken the medicine, lies on the pillow and sleeps again.
The doctors in the camp are not good at medicine. Feng Shaojin orders people to invite Feng Yichen to come.
Feng Yichen is still immersed in the grief of his mother's death. Although Mrs. Feng is not his own mother, he really has no memory of his own mother. Since he can remember, Mrs. Feng has been taking good care of him.
This emotion, compared with the mother and son, is more grateful.
If he had thought carefully at the beginning, brought enough medicine, or had a heart to let the guards follow them, he might have sent them to the western countries by now, and would have got rid of the danger of Cloud City.
It's not going to end like this.
Feng Yichen is sent by Feng Shaojin's escort, even dragged into the carriage, rushed to the camp.
Feng Yichen leaned on the wall of the car and asked the escort who was driving: "what's the symptom?"
"Fever, vomiting." The guard couldn't say clearly: "I don't know the rest of the symptoms. During this period, the young lady has been busy in the camp treating the wounded, or she may be overworked."
Feng Yi Chen touched chin: "vomit?"
It's almost two months since she got married. Mo Lingwei is extremely difficult to get pregnant, but it doesn't mean she can't get pregnant at all. It's just that the probability of getting pregnant is very small.
If God is open-minded, really pregnant, it can be regarded as a great joy to seal the family.
Feng Yichen soon perked up and twisted up his medicine bag. "The carriage is too slow. I'll ride it."
He jumped out of the carriage, divided a horse, and rushed to the camp, leaving the escort behind.
To the camp, Feng Yichen directly broke into the bedroom.
Feng Shaojin is dealing with internal affairs, see feng Yichen came over, put down the document in hand: "she seems to be more and more severe, just now has fed her to take the pill to reduce fever."
Feng Yichen strode to the edge of the bed: "it's said that he vomited, isn't it harmful to happiness?"
Feng Shaojin, "...
Feng Shaojin reacts and suddenly looks ugly.
Feng Yichen added: "on the way here, I calculated the time. It was more than a month before you got married. If my sister-in-law was pregnant...
" it's impossible. " Feng Shaojin black face, deep voice interrupt Feng Yichen's words, will Mo Lingwei's arm out of the quilt, spread in the palm of the heart, "you quickly give her pulse."
Feng Yichen's finger belly is on Mo Lingwei's pulse. After a while, he takes back his hand in disappointment.
"How's it going?" Feng Shaojin asked, "what's wrong with her?"
"I was already weak, overworked, cold and caught a cold." Feng Yichen brought up a pen and wrote a prescription: "I'll prescribe some medicine for her to drink. After conditioning for a period of time, her body will gradually recover."
After that, she couldn't bear to look at the bed again: all the women in Yuncheng want to be the young commander's wife of Fengjia, but only Mo Lingwei can endure the rough life in the camp.
How can you make yourself so tired.
Feng Yichen looked at the people lying quietly, some feel inferior.
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Mo Jinlan raised her hand and wiped her forehead. She saw her black hair falling down like ink and scattered on the snow-white tunic. Her small white face became paler and paler, her long eyelashes were trembling, her eyebrows were weak and haggard, and her black eyes were just like the stars shining at night. Mo Jinlan took back her hand: "it seems that she has a fever. I'll take some medicine for you." She put a pillow behind Mo Lingwei: "lie down first, and then have a rest." Mo Lingwei leaned on the pillow behind her, and felt her head heavy more and more. Everything in front of her seemed to be shaking in a whirl, with nausea in her stomach. Mo Lingwei simply closed her eyes. When Feng Shaojin comes, she sees that Mo Lingwei, who has taken the medicine, lies on the pillow and sleeps again. The doctors in the camp are not good at medicine. Feng Shaojin orders people to invite Feng Yichen to come. Feng Yichen is still immersed in the grief of his mother's death. Although Mrs. Feng is not his own mother, he really has no memory of his own mother. Since he can remember, Mrs. Feng has been taking good care of him. This emotion, compared with the mother and son, is more grateful. If he had thought carefully at the beginning, brought enough medicine, or had a heart to let the guards follow them, he might have sent them to the western countries by now, and would have got rid of the danger of Cloud City. It's not going to end like this. Feng Yichen is sent by Feng Shaojin's escort, even dragged into the carriage, rushed to the camp. Feng Yichen leaned on the wall of the car and asked the escort who was driving: "what's the symptom?" "Fever, vomiting." The guard couldn't say clearly: "I don't know the rest of the symptoms. During this period, the young lady has been busy in the camp treating the wounded, or she may be overworked." Feng Yi Chen touched chin: "vomit?" It's almost two months since she got married. Mo Lingwei is extremely difficult to get pregnant, but it doesn't mean she can't get pregnant at all. It's just that the probability of getting pregnant is very small. If God is open-minded, really pregnant, it can be regarded as a great joy to seal the family. Feng Yichen soon perked up and twisted up his medicine bag. "The carriage is too slow. I'll ride it." He jumped out of the carriage, divided a horse, and rushed to the camp, leaving the escort behind. To the camp, Feng Yichen directly broke into the bedroom. Feng Shaojin is dealing with internal affairs, see feng Yichen came over, put down the document in hand: "she seems to be more and more severe, just now has fed her to take the pill to reduce fever." Feng Yichen strode to the edge of the bed: "it's said that he vomited, isn't it harmful to happiness?" Feng Shaojin, "... Feng Shaojin reacts and suddenly looks ugly. Feng Yichen added: "on the way here, I calculated the time. It was more than a month before you got married. If my sister-in-law was pregnant... " it's impossible. " Feng Shaojin black face, deep voice interrupt Feng Yichen's words, will Mo Lingwei's arm out of the quilt, spread in the palm of the heart, "you quickly give her pulse." Feng Yichen's finger belly is on Mo Lingwei's pulse. After a while, he takes back his hand in disappointment. "How's it going?" Feng Shaojin asked, "what's wrong with her?" "I was already weak, overworked, cold and caught a cold." Feng Yichen brought up a pen and wrote a prescription: "I'll prescribe some medicine for her to drink. After conditioning for a period of time, her body will gradually recover." After that, she couldn't bear to look at the bed again: all the women in Yuncheng want to be the young commander's wife of Fengjia, but only Mo Lingwei can endure the rough life in the camp. How can you make yourself so tired. Feng Yichen looked at the people lying quietly, some feel inferior. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
