With the conditions agreed upon at the beginning, Mr. Meng had to leave even if he was not willing to do so.
But he refused Meng Yueman to join him.
"Ding Jing just took the medicine she prescribed. I don't know what the effect will be. You stay here and let her adjust the medicine to see the effect and make it good for his legs." Although Mr. Meng is very stubborn in this matter, it is very annoying. He had a headache, but he also cared about his son-in-law, Bo Dingjing.
Meng Yueman thought about it for a while, so she didn't say anything about following.
"Look at your good son, you are taking me away as a prisoner!" Mr. Meng pointed at the bodyguards in black standing in two rows.
Meng Yueman, "..."
Her son is a bit over the top.
"Dad, Jun Yan is doing this for your own good. He cares about you, so he sent so many people to escort you back."
"You say this, do you believe it?" Mr. Meng sneered.
Meng Yueman, "..."
This is, I can’t even say nice things...
After Mr. Meng left, Meng Yueman breathed a sigh of relief, "If you continue to treat me like a sandwich biscuit, I will probably get a migraine."
Bo Dingjing smiled. Just as he was about to say something, his legs started to hurt.
"Has the medicine taken effect?" Meng Yueman hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Um."
"An injection?" Although Bo Dingjing took medicine and took a two-pronged approach, Chinese medicine does not work as quickly as analgesics. Therefore, if the pain is severe, analgesics are still needed.
"I can bear it. I'll bear it first before talking, so as not to become more and more dependent." Bo Dingjing said.
"Then I'll give you a massage." Meng Yueman learned the massage technique from Ling Wei.
"Teach others, don't give me a massage yourself, it's so tiring." Bo Dingjing has always been a man who dotes on his wife, so he doesn't think his son's behavior is too much. This man is not good to his wife. Who is good to the wife who dotes on her
"Doing this much in one day will be tiring!" Meng Yueman said and went to give him a massage.
While she was massaging Bo Dingjing, the housekeeper came over with medicine.
"Sir, it's time to take medicine."
Bo Dingjing looked at the bowl of dark potion and suddenly felt bad!
Although he said that for the sake of his legs, he would swallow it no matter how much he wanted to vomit, but drinking such a large bowl of 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 picking up the bowl and about to drink the medicine. She hurriedly shouted, "Dad, don't drink it yet!"
"What's wrong?" Meng Yueman looked back after hearing this. Is there something wrong with this medicine
Mu Huan strode over and said, "I heard from Jun Yan that my father was injured after drinking traditional Chinese medicine, so he made the oral medicine for nearly a week into small pills. Dad took it first, and after finishing it for a week, let Fu The professor will help you feel your pulse. If you don’t need to increase or decrease the amount, then do the rest.”
Drinking a large bowl of the decoction is unbearable, but making it into small pills is different. It goes smoothly in your mouth and goes down in one sip.
She said, taking out the prepared pills from her schoolbag.
Bo Dingjing, "Did you make pills from the medicine you took these days?"
It is not uncommon to have Chinese medicine pills. Many Chinese medicines have been made into pills and sold for a long time. However, when you usually ask a Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe medicine, it is still decoction. Because it requires symptomatic treatment, you may take one prescription for about a week. No one Make it into pills.
Most of the pills made from Chinese herbal medicines are made in batches by machines. It is impossible for a factory to make pills for several days alone. In other words, she made these by herself.
(End of chapter)