"Artificial insemination? Do you think I am a straw bag?" Nalan Xin'er didn't believe anyone could be so boring.

Seeing Nalan Xin'er’s suspicious expression, the fat doctor enthusiastically grabbed a stack of colorful physiology teaching pictures on the desktop. The various pillars were colorful and arranged in rows: "Don’t believe me. Let me show you. Well, this page is Little Dingding! Look, is it very small? Super small!"

"Let it go! It's dead! Don't look at me!" Nalan Xin'er closed her eyes and shouted.

Nima, she doesn't want to have needle eyes!

What's so good about the ugly little Tintin!

Wait, is the uncle really little Dingding?

When this thought came to her mind, she suddenly felt a group of black crows "quack" and flew past...

The Fatty Doctor rubbed his hands and asked in a good temper: "Little sister, just to be on the safe side, will you come again next week? I promise it will be the last time. I can be sure whether you are pregnant or not!

Nalan Xin'er opened her eyes, and just about to refuse decisively, her gaze suddenly fell on a dark green tortoise shell next to his desk.

"This is...?" Nalan Xiner's eyes lit up.

This tortoise shell is exactly the same as the turtle shell that Big Ben projected in her mind. It was the last material she used to wash the muscles and marrow! It's really nowhere to find a place to break through the iron hoof, and it's all effortless!

As I was thinking, the voice of Big Ben flashed in my mind: "Well, although it's not top grade, let's use it so-so!"

Wipe, it turns out that Big Ben can talk to her with divine consciousness!

Nalan Xin'er squinted, thinking about how to get Doctor Fatty's turtle shell.

"You said it was the last time, what if you fool me again? Who knows if you are doing something bad with my blood?" She deliberately asked angrily.

Doctor Fatty quickly patted his heart to promise: "Absolutely not! I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer next time! If you don't believe me, I will write you a letter of guarantee!"

"What's the use of the guarantee, unless you take a collateral..." Nalan Xin'er pressed a white finger on the dark green turtle shell.

"Hiss--" The fat doctor took a breath. This little sister is really a good friend, but that's his good thing...

Seeing the other person embarrassed, Nalan Xin'er slightly curled her lips, her other hand poked out from behind, holding a small delicate object in her palm, which was the malachite snuff bottle that Lan Zhirou and the others stuffed into her schoolbag.

"This will be your medical expenses!"

The best malachite!

Fat Doctor's eyes are light up!

Malachite is more valuable than his tortoiseshell! This is a bargain.

He grabbed the snuff bottle and nodded sharply: "If you want it, if you want it, do what you say!"

Nalan Xin'er put away the tortoise shell, Li Wu said with a smile: "Then see you next week!"

She doesn’t need malachite anyway, and it’s not bad to exchange for a turtle shell!

==

From the small clinic, she hurried back to the school's fitness room.

"Report to Professor Dongfang, I'm back for class!"

Panting glanced at the pocket watch. Fortunately, it didn't time out!

But Uncle Dongfang's face...

Doesn't seem to be very attractive?

"Go to buy sanitary napkins? What high-grade sanitary napkins, bought for so long?"

"Well, use the brand you are used to." Facing the questioning uncle, she flicked casually, because he shouldn't understand women anyway.

"Used? I think you are useless!" The man swept his eyes, somewhere in her school uniform skirt.

"Ah? No, how do you know?"

"White, the pattern is childish...mushroom" A certain man's stern eyes narrowed slightly, and the descriptions one by one seemed to be able to see her through from the inside out.

Nalan Xin'er was so shocked, her hands crossed her skirt involuntarily.

by! Can he really see? !

The background color of the **** she wore today is indeed white, and the pattern is indeed a childish little mushroom!

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