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Chapter 110
After Shen Baicheng rushed home all the way, the invited private doctor had already arrived at home. His son was lying pitifully on the cradle on one side, his brows were tightened, his palms were covering his lower abdomen, and he seemed to have suffered a lot.

He walked to the side of the shaker in three steps at a time and touched his son's forehead. His heart seemed to be pulled, and it hurt a little.

"What's going on? Did you eat something bad?" Shen Baicheng turned his attention to the personal doctor.

He was wearing a white coat with a smell of disinfectant, and he looked very honest and reliable.

The doctor shook his head slightly, retracted the stethoscope from the child, and shook his head slowly.

Shen Baicheng looked at the doctor's actions, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Why did you shake your head?

Could it be that there is not much time left?

"What's the matter? What's the disease? I'll treat any disease, as long as my son recovers, money is not a problem." He grabbed the doctor's sleeve, his eyes stained with eagerness.

The doctor put Shen Baicheng's hand down politely, and shook his head: "It doesn't mean that, but I didn't notice anything unusual. I suggest you take your child to a professional hospital for treatment."

Professional hospital treatment?

Shen Baicheng didn't understand what the private doctor meant, and just thought about the surrounding hospitals on his own.

The medical facilities of the Central Hospital are top-notch, but the Department of Pediatrics of the Jiangda Affiliated Hospital is the most prominent.
"I don't want to go to the hospital! I don't want to get an injection! Whoever tells me to go to the hospital will kill me!"

The man who was still on the rocker just now suddenly changed his appearance. He rolled on the bed, his limbs thrashed around, and he howled dryly, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"My stomach hurts so much, I don't want to go to the hospital! I don't want to go to school either!"

School?

Shen Baicheng keenly captured this key word. Could it be that this kid deliberately pretended to be sick because he didn't want to go to school?
Standing aside, Hou Cuicui became suspicious when she saw Shen Baicheng, her heart was beating and her scalp was a little numb.

She hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, increasing her credibility: "Baby, tell me the truth, does your stomach hurt?"

"pain!"

My mother said, I have to say this to make my father believe my words, and then he will be the baby with the best acting skills!

There was a bit of pride in his eyes, and he continued to wail: "I just feel uncomfortable, I don't want to go to the hospital, the smell of the hospital is the same as this uncle, it's too bad, my stomach will hurt even more!"

Shen Baicheng panicked for a moment, and touched his forehead hair that was wet with sweat in distress, and his heart became more and more entangled.

My son has always been very obedient, but he has always been a little bit wrong with his mouth, and he has never been harsh on him, so he probably won't pretend to be sick.

It's just a stomachache, so instead of going to the hospital, it's not a long-term solution to ask a family doctor.

"Do you know that there is a doctor in our village?"

Hou Cuicui, who was standing by the side, suddenly said: "The doctor is a Chinese medicine student, and he was a barefoot doctor before. I heard that he is the best at treating pediatrics. Or."

"Is your doctor regular or not? Do you have a medical qualification certificate? What if something happens?" Shen Baicheng was a little suspicious, feeling like everything was calculated.

It just so happened that her son was sick and didn't want to go to the hospital, and then Hou Cuicui stood up and said that she knew a quack doctor, and it seemed that she was the only one being pushed away.
He looked at Hou Cuicui who was standing aside with lowered brows, and felt that he was thinking too much.

After being married for so many years, he has already taken Hou Cuicui seriously. If she left him, Hou Cuicui would be nothing, and she would not be able to cause much trouble.

"Besides, it's just a doctor. He has no power or power, and he can't spend a lot of money. If he can't be cured, let him go back."

Hou Cuicui called her natal family directly, and asked her parents to pay more attention to the doctor recently, and invited him to the house immediately when they saw him coming.

Shen Baicheng, who was left on the sidelines, looked at Hou Cuicui's movements and sighed, forget it, let her try if she wants to, if it can be cured, there is nothing wrong with it.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom door, sat by the window and smoked one cigarette after another, adding a lot of melancholy to his heart for no reason.

Every day is like this, every day is full of chicken feathers, a lot of trivial matters at home in the company are waiting for him to deal with, he transfers from home to the company, sometimes he can't even eat a bite of hot food.

My son must have eaten his stomach badly, but the level of private doctors is generally good, so why can't they find out what the problem is, what if he has a terminal illness?

Shen Baicheng put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, hugged his head and yanked his hair fiercely, the boredom in his heart was lingering all the time, as if a pair of big hands were holding his throat fiercely, he couldn't even breathe It's getting harder.

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"What relationship can there be between me and her?" Chen Yiqian grabbed Shen Yao's wrist and pushed her directly against the corner of the wall.

Since returning home, Shen Yao has directly regarded him as an empty person, bumped into him head-on and walked away from him lightly, not even bothering to give him an extra look.

It seems that this time I really teased people, and I ignored them when I was angry.

While Chen Yiqian was doing self-reflection, he walked around to Shen Yao again: "I really have nothing to do with her, even when I was measuring the size, I found a man to help me."

He lightly tugged on Shen Yao's sleeve, his voice was deliberately lowered, like a wronged puppy: "I'm usually a man, if you don't want others to touch me, you can touch me back yourself. "

"I don't mind if you touch me."

Shen Yao restrained the corners of her mouth that were about to fly, and asked intentionally: "The salesperson has already asked us about the date of marriage between the two of us. If you two have nothing to do with each other, how could a salesperson like her ask such a topic?"

Chen Yiqian's face froze, he took Shen Yao today to measure and customize the wedding dress, and the surveyors knew that they came to order the wedding dress, so it was understandable to ask about the wedding date.

It's just that this question took him in.

"Maybe, people are just curious? After all, there are people who like to gossip everywhere." Chen Yiqian retorted.

A few days ago, under Xu Gang's repeated insistence, he also gradually believed in the principle of retaining a sense of expectation. If Shen Yao knew about the custom-made wedding dress now, the sense of surprise would be greatly reduced by then.

Although Shen Yao had some doubts, but for the sake of Chen Yiqian's good attitude of admitting his mistakes, she tentatively believed his words.

There is no need to worry too much about things that are chasing after wind and shadow.

(End of this chapter)