Chapter 62 I got a little more angry
Even if Gu Xingyu didn't spill the medicine, he probably wouldn't take it.
Raising his hand to touch his swollen throat, he coughed a few times uncomfortable, trying to cough out the sticky and bitter taste.
"Third Brother, are you feeling unwell? I'll call the doctor."
Gu Xingyu hurriedly got up.
Gu Ziheng frowned tightly, waved his hands, and glanced at the potion on the ground, "I'm fine, you go and ask Auntie Cleaning to come over and clean up the things on the ground."
"Okay." Gu Xingyu turned around and went out to find someone.
After a while, he rushed back with the cleaning staff.
When the cleaning staff entered the door, they were choked by the strong smell of medicine, holding their noses and coughing a few times.
Greeted Gu Ziheng, and after getting permission, hurriedly ran over to open the door and windows of the ward, first to disperse the smell of medicine in the room.
Then I went to the bathroom to get the bucket and mop.
Auntie Cleaning was cleaning up, when a little old man in his fifties or sixties outside the door sniffed and smelled the smell, and came in quickly.
Seeing the half-cleaned things on the ground by the cleaning aunt, she was busy and loudly stopped.
"Stop, stop quickly."
Auntie Cleaning was taken aback by his yelling, "Why... what's the matter?"
Gu Ziheng asked politely, "Master, what's the matter?"
The little old man, smelling the smell of medicine, approached the remnant on the ground.
One person muttered, "Mother **** juice, Chuanxiong, beef marrow... Tiannanxing."
Speaking of this, he paused, raised his hand and touched his chin, "No, Tiannanxing is mainly used for snake and insect bites, but those other medicines are clearly for fire poison, how can these be put together..."
The cleaning aunt froze there, not daring to move, and looked at Gu Ziheng in bewilderment.
Seeing this, Gu Ziheng asked again patiently. "Master, you came to the hospital to find someone.
This is my ward. If you are looking for someone, you can ask the staff at the service desk outside. "
The little old man raised his hand in a gesture of silence, telling him not to speak yet.
He was extremely obsessed with the potion that Gu Ziheng, Gu Xingyu, and Auntie Cleaning all disliked.
The whole body almost lay down on the ground, put his nose close to the potion on the ground, and sniffed hard a few times.
One person murmured to himself, "This recipe is so strange, what is this smell? Why can't you smell it?
I don't believe it anymore, and there are medicinal materials that I can't smell the old man. "
Aside, Gu Xingyu finally couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped forward to chase people away.
"Old man, you need to find someone outside, this is my third brother's ward.
If you don't go out again, I will call someone. "
Seeing that the old man was unmoved, he raised his hand to greet the cleaning aunt, and said angrily.
"Come here and drive him out immediately, otherwise, I will call your hospital immediately to complain."
The cleaning aunt is just a part-time worker, and she will lose her job if she is complained by a customer.
When I heard this, how could I dare to refuse.
It's just that he didn't pay attention to Gu Xingyu at all, but looked at Gu Ziheng with a struggling and hesitant face.
"Where did you get this medicine?"
Gu Xingyu was already on fire, but the old man ignored her for a long time, and the fire in his heart was bubbling up.
cursed directly, "It's none of your business where you come from, I'll tell you to get out of here immediately!"
The old man turned his head and looked her up and down carefully, "Girl, I see that your Yintang is turning black, your complexion is turning blue, and your internal fire is strong. You need to take medicine to regulate your health."
Gu Xingyu exploded instantly.
"Old man, who are you talking about, you are the only one with a black seal, and your whole family has a black seal.
Where is the security guard, go and call the security guard over and drive him out. "
Don’t think that she doesn’t know what it means to have a dark Yintang. Only people who are about to die on TV will have a black Yintang.
A sound of footsteps came from outside the ward.
Shen Qinghe walked in from the outside with the attending physician.
Before, Gu Xingyu brought Lu Siyu to the hospital together. Although she was unhappy, she couldn't just drive him away, so she went outside to find the attending physician.
Firstly, I came to find out about his situation, and secondly, I wanted to ask if there were any experts in the field of throat.
Although Gu Ziheng never said it, as a mother, she knew better than anyone that he really loved singing.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t rather go behind the scenes to do music shows than film and television these years.
It just so happened that the doctor said that his mentor came from the capital and could help him to take a look, so he brought him back.
Unexpectedly, before the tutor was found, he heard a commotion in the ward.
Shen Qinghe hurriedly led someone in, "Xingyu, this is a hospital, what are you arguing about?"
Gu Xingyu said aggrievedly, "This old man is sick, and he also said that I should take medicine for my Yintang. I think he should take medicine."
Shen Qinghe turned his head, only to see that Lu Siyu had left in the ward, and beside him stood a cleaning lady and an old man who looked about fifty or sixty years old.
was about to ask what was going on.
Gu Ziheng's attending physician at the side, after seeing the old man, was stunned for a moment and hurried forward.
"Director Wen, why are you here? What happened?"
Wen Lao waved his hand, "The little girl is a little bit more angry."
Shen Qinghe immediately guessed the identity of this person, glared at Gu Xingyu, and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize to Mr. Wen.
"Mr. Wen, it's Xingyu who is ignorant, I'm really sorry."
"No problem."
Wen Lao didn't care, but pointed to the potion on the ground with great interest.
"I want to know where this drug came from?"
Gu Xingyu kept his mouth shut and remained silent.
Shen Qinghe turned to look at Gu Ziheng.
Gu Ziheng had no choice but to answer truthfully, "Lu Miao came here just now, and she brought it here.
Master, is there something wrong with this medicine? "
Wen Lao raised his hand and touched his short stubble chin, thinking of something, "Can I take your pulse?"
(end of this chapter)