Fu Xiaohou finally had a fever.
Three days ago, I wiped my nose with a handkerArchibald. Two days ago, I was quite supportive of the review of Magistrate Liu’s old account. Until yesterday, when I was a blind fox and bumped into a dead rabbit, I was still very confident. At that time, I also lamented that Fu Xiaohou's body was so strong that even I felt dizzy when I couldn't breathe out of both nostrils. I watched him with fear for several days, but he was still holding on. Sure enough, early this morning, Fu Qingshu's little follower Mo Yu came to report that his young master had been burning all night and could not get out of bed.
Mo Yu's eyes were red and he said: "I have been with the young master for more than ten years. Except for the rash when he was ten years old, this time he got seriously ill." The stupid look made me feel angry: "Your young master went to bed last night." He had a fever and called someone this morning. Do you want to burn him to death? "
Mo Yu wiped the corners of his eyes and sniffed: "Young master, he said just put a cold handkerArchibald on your head. It's been like this a few days ago..." Qingqing has been burning for three days, and it didn't burn until this morning. bad.
The three doctors hired by Sheldon Xiao took turns taking pulses in the room and made a solid decision for Fu Xiaohou - "The cold came back again, the rain soaked up the moisture, and the fever started. The symptoms were delayed." "It's a bit dangerous." Everyone knows this nonsense. I pinched my handkerArchibald and said, "I'm not paying you to see a disease, I'm paying you to cure his disease. Do you understand?"
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