Good things should be kept within the family.
If you meet a young and promising guy, you would be stupid not to take him to your home!
But there is no rush about this matter. He should help his good brother Hu Wu solve his troubles first.
Zhou Qingming had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but it only took a moment.
As soon as he walked in front of Hu Wu, he saw him looking at him with a troubled expression. Zhou Qingming raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Well, didn't you just say that couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed? Why do I feel like what you said is wrong?"
"What's wrong? My wife and I... Ugh."
Zhou Qingming quickly shut up. He sat on the sofa with his arms folded, nodding his chin. "Tell me about it in detail and I'll analyze it with you."
Hu Wu still felt a little embarrassed when talking about his marital affairs with others, even though the person in front of him was his good brother.
But thinking of his wife who wanted to divorce him, Hu Wu didn't care about anything else and stammered, "When I touched my wife, she cried because of the pain. After that, she didn't want me to touch her anymore. If I touched her, she would say she wanted to divorce me."
Zhou Qingming cursed in his heart and blurted out a swear word.
"You're not really that big, are you? Your wife can't stand it, so she wants to divorce you, right?"
Thinking of the scenes he saw inadvertently when they went to the bathroom together, Zhou Qingming thought more and more that it was true.
My heart suddenly felt sour.
He really has a lot of capital, he is so envious!
But then he thought about it and realized that his wife wanted to divorce him because he had too much capital.
Zhou Qingming suddenly stopped feeling envious.
I feel that this is just right and can satisfy my wife very well.
Don't feel inferior compared to others.
Zhou Qingming was feeling happy when he heard a voice next to him say, "That thing is too big. Will your wife divorce you?"
"Of course, you can't make her comfortable, she..."
Halfway through his words, Zhou Qingming suddenly felt something was wrong.
I looked up and found that the person who asked the question was Xie Zheng.
This is fucking terrifying.
It rains a lot in the south. On the third day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
When the weather suddenly turns cold, people are most likely to get sick.
Especially the elderly and children.
In just one night, several people in Xinghua Village had fever and colds.
After finally getting the medicine and waiting for everyone to leave, it was almost noon.
It's time for lunch.
Wang Cuilan was about to lock the door and leave the village clinic, preparing to go home for dinner.
I saw someone wearing a hat walking in the rain not far away.
Wang Cuilan didn't know whether he was coming to the village clinic, but she still stood at the door and waited for a while.
It’s not the best, what if it is?
The patient who can come to the village clinic at this time must be very ill.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so unwilling to wait for such a short time.
(Normally, Wang Cuilan works at the village clinic from 8:00 a.m. to 12:00 a.m. and from 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Except when going to the back mountain to collect herbs, and except on holidays.)
Wang Cuilan didn't want to waste the patient's time.
The drizzle was hazy. Looking at the figure gradually approaching, Wang Cuilan knew in her heart that this person really came to see her for medical treatment.
Pushing open the closed door, Wang Cuilan walked in and asked the visitor, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? What are your symptoms?"
He walked to where he usually sat, and was about to take someone's pulse.
Then I heard someone say, "I'm not sick, I'm just here to get medicine for someone."
"High fever and cough, doctor, what medicine do you think I need?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Cuilan frowned.
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