"Well... I want to say that I have medicine to treat colds..." Zhuo Ye looked at their strange reactions and felt a little confused. Did he say something inappropriate?
When the boy heard this, his expression relaxed, and then he became happy: "I'll go to the car to get the earthen pot for decoction." After saying that, he got up and left the temple.
Zhuo Ye quickly stopped him and said, "It's a pill, no need to boil it."
Zhuo Ye opened her travel bag and took out a white plastic box. This was her medicine box, which contained some commonly used medicines: cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, stomach medicine, antidiarrheal medicine, motion sickness medicine, green ointment, red medicine,
Band-aids, cotton swabs, bandages... The box is not big, but it contains a lot of everything. Fortunately, each medicine does not take up much space.
Her physical condition has always been good and she rarely gets sick. As long as she doesn't suffer from any serious illness, these things can probably be used for a long time. "It's a pity that they all have a shelf life, which is only two years at most. Alas..." Zhuo Ye sighed in his heart.
One sound.
Zhuo Ye opened the packaging box of Contac, took out two capsules and handed them to them: "Here, take one capsule first, and then take another capsule every twelve hours... No, take another capsule every six hours." She originally wanted to say that every two hours.
After eating another pill for twelve hours, I suddenly remembered that in ancient times, time seemed to be measured by hours, and one hour was equal to two hours, so I changed my mind temporarily.
Zhuo Ye thought to himself: "The ancients did not take Western medicine, and there is no antibiotics in the body. Two pills should be enough. Even if it does not cure the disease, it can provide some relief. After tonight, they will naturally call a doctor when they enter the city tomorrow."
Ever since Zhuo Ye took out the medicine box, the boy had been looking between her and the box with doubtful and curious eyes. The man in black also showed a trace of surprise on his face, and the man who was busy dealing with the illness
The beautiful, sick man who was fighting seemed to have the most normal look on his face, maybe because he didn’t have the time to make too many expressions...
The man in black looked at the two strange orange pills in Zhuo Ye's hand, frowned and pursed his lips. After a while, he stood up and moved to Zhuo Ye as fast as lightning. He grabbed the pills in her hand with one hand and the other
He grabbed Zhuo Ye's chin with his hand, threw one of the capsules into her mouth, and forced her to swallow it before letting go.
"Ahem... Third brother, you... hey..." The man in white shook his head helplessly.
"Cough cough cough..." Zhuo Ye choked on the capsule and coughed harder than the sick handsome man. After grabbing the travel cup and taking a sip, he calmed down and raised his head to glare at the man in black: "If you don't trust me, don't give it to him!
"It's such a kindness that goes unrewarded. She couldn't bear to see the sick handsome man's uncomfortable look, so she gave him medicine with good intentions, but this nasty man actually tried the medicine on her!
The man in black said nothing and sat back to his original position, staring at Zhuo Ye, as if waiting for her reaction after taking the medicine.
Zhuo Ye opened and clenched his fists, and finally exhaled and endured! There was no way, she couldn't beat him with force, and she couldn't curse people, and she was afraid of being strangled to death! Apart from enduring, she didn't know
What else can you do.
"Girl, cough... I'm so sorry..." the man in white said apologetically to Zhuo Ye.
Zhuo Ye was still upset and didn't give him a good look. He snorted coldly and said nothing.
After about half an hour, the man in black saw that Zhuo Ye had no adverse reactions, and his expression was still a little angry, but also calm and calm. Then he safely handed the remaining capsule to the lips of the man in white.