anaemia Ziqing looked at the case list in disbelief.
How is this possible, although the original owner's family is not very wealthy, but three meals a day is no problem, and her parents often open a small stove for her.
Breakfast, milk, eggs, chaos, or something to eat.
At noon, she also has a combination of meat and vegetables, and dinner is not lost, and in the evening she reviews her homework until eight or nine o'clock, and she has to add some supper or something.
How can it be because of malnutrition and anemia?
Cuiru and Chu Dafang were guilty and worried, thinking that they must have made this kind of thing because they didn't take good care of their daughter.
When I think about it, I will be in the third year of high school soon, and then the college entrance examination, facing the biggest choice in my life, if the child delays his studies because of the collapse of his body, and delays his life, they will be uneasy for the rest of their lives.
In the face of an indifferent routine medical order, the two of them were hunched all the time, humble and flattering.
The doctor put his hands in the pockets in front of his white coat, glanced at Ziqing on the hospital bed, his face was pale and pale, his hair was dry like straw, and such obvious symptoms of malnutrition were definitely not a matter of one or two days.
They don't know that they are parents, and they are from the countryside, and they treat their daughters like this Nothing but malnutrition.
Therefore, it is necessary to take good care of yourself and supplement your nutrition.
Ziqing choked in his heart.
She had already thought about where this was because of the poor care of her parents, but because of the problem with that house.
But Ziqing, with her experience of countless lifetimes, can't figure out what went wrong.
She now has an infusion needle stuck in the back of her hand, and only half of the liquid bag on the shelf next to her remains.
Sweeping his eyes, it was nothing more than ordinary medical saline, which was to replenish body fluids.
Ziqing's gaze was so glued to the back of his hand, dry and scorched, and white in the yellow.
My heart was suddenly cold to the bottom of my heart.
This, what's going on Ziqing remembers clearly, when her soul entered the original owner's body, she would habitually understand the original owner's physical condition clearly.
It's an out-and-out flower girl.。
Although he came from the countryside, he was too well protected by his parents, his ten fingers did not touch the spring water, his skin was fair and tender, and his body bones were already concave and convex when he was only sixteen or seventeen.
How could it have become like this overnight Actually, it wasn't overnight, and it had been three days since she went from being in a coma and then being taken to the hospital.
Zi Jing was originally leaning on the head of the bed, but at this time he slowly closed his eyes and carefully combed through the bits and pieces of his entry into this plot world.
There is nothing wrong with it.
It was just a very ordinary house, doors and windows, tables, chairs, benches, beds, cabinets, everything was very ordinary.
Hmm, my head hurts.
It's like being addicted to syncope, Ziqing has never fainted in the plot world before, but at this moment, because of overthinking, she fainted again.
Ziqing heard a low, suppressed sobbing sound coming into her eardrums, and she immediately connected the information she sensed in her body with her memory: it was the original owner's mother, Cuiru.
She knew that Cuiru must be worried about her condition, so she lay on the edge of the bed and cried, but she was afraid of disturbing her daughter, so she tried her best to suppress her emotions.
Inexplicably, Ziqing's eyes moistened again.
At this moment, she regretted that she had taken on this task in the first place.
I thought I was a player, an "old monster" who had experienced a lot of lives, and I thought that I could break this spell with my "experience" and "wisdom".
It seems that it is too simple to think for yourself.
It's a world of ghost stories that revolve entirely around the main character, all of which is set to the success of the main character.
If it's so easy to let yourself break this established plot, then you will simply become the protagonist.
Thinking of this, Ziqing smiled bitterly at herself, but tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, dripping into the pale yellow hair of her sideburns.
The eyes are like being moistened by tears, and the eyes can finally move.
Zijing tried hard to peel off her eyelids, and the word "Mom" was like using all her strength.
Cuiru felt that her daughter was waking up, wiped her sleeve indiscriminately, barely squeezed out a smile, and deliberately said in a tone that she thought was very relaxed: "Xiaohe, you woke up and didn't come hungry, this is my mother's stewed chicken soup, with jujube and wolfberry, the doctor said that this is the most blood-replenishing" As she spoke, she poured a bowl of bright chicken soup from the thermos bucket on the bedside table next to her, with a few chubby red dates and goji berries floating on it.
Put the bowl on the cupboard, and then come over and help Ziqing sit up.
After trying a few times, Ziqing was weak, like a puddle of mud, and he couldn't help him up at all.
Cuiru's red eyes were full of tears again, and she remembered that the nurse had taught her to shake the bed.
Ziqing felt that his back was constantly rising, and his body was finally reluctantly reclining.
Cuiru fed it one bite at a time.
Ziqing drank the originally delicious chicken soup, and ate the sweet and glutinous red dates, but the taste was like chewing wax.
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Just one bite, she wanted to vomit.
She endured her physical discomfort, knowing that it might all be her hallucinations, or that her senses were being affected by something in that house.
Her body has become like this, if she doesn't eat anymore, she can't support it at all by relying on the little potion she infuses every day, and then she is afraid that she will die like this for no reason.
This also confirms the legend of the haunted house Thinking of this, Zi Jing felt cold in his heart, yes, he was in the "prologue" of the whole story, and he was also in the second shot at the beginning of the prologue.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the future was bleak.
Ziqing reluctantly ate two bowls of chicken soup, although the entrance was very uncomfortable, which made her want to vomit very much.
But after a while, I felt a warm feeling coming from my stomach, but this warmth disappeared before it could spread to all parts of my body.
In an instant, Zi Jing felt the cold from the hundreds of bones in his limbs rushing towards his heart, and then gradually his whole body once again had no strength.
No, something is wrong.
It can't be like this, when the consciousness fluttered, his eyes happened to fall on the infusion stand, why was there still so much liquid in the bag Just in time, a beam of light from the window hit the remaining half of the bag of liquid yes Suddenly, Ziqing instinctively let out an exclamation.
Her eyes stared straight at the infusion bag, her body struggled violently, and she pointed in the direction of her gaze with one hand, "Blood, blood" Ziqing didn't realize that in the sudden struggle just now, she pulled the infusion stand and smashed it on the cabinet, knocking over the things on it, leaving most of the chicken soup in the thermos bucket spilled on the ground.
When Cuiru went to comfort her, she was scratched by her hand "Xiaohe, Xiaohe, what's wrong with you, don't scare Mom, there's no blood here" blood Zi Jing was shocked back by Cuiru's anxious and worried voice, blood, yes, they can't see blood. t1706231537: