The national school grass is a girl

Chapter 305 Sugar, Sweet

Doctor Dongdu looked at it very carefully, although Bo Jiu had already said that she only wanted eye ointment and eye drops.

But the doctor still prescribed a lot of medicines for her conscientiously, including anti-inflammatory medicines.

As more and more medicines were prescribed, Bo Jiu's handsome face had become somewhat unlovable.

Obviously, a bottle of eye drops can solve the problem, but she swiped out the money for a keyboard.

If it wasn't for the great god to take her to the hospital on a temporary basis, she would have thought that the great god was deliberately tricking her.

But God is still very sincere.

And he looks like an older brother, asking for precautions in a calm voice.

Doctor Dongdu likes people who take minor illnesses seriously, pushed the glasses on his face, and said seriously: "Don't always play with mobile phones and computers, young people nowadays like to play with those electronic products. "

Don't play computer games?

How can it be?

For Bo Jiu, a hacker, this made her more uncomfortable than starving her of food.

What's more, it is absolutely impossible for the Great God to agree to this condition.

There is still a friendly match to be played in these two days.

where to know.

God is always surprising.

The voice is very light, and the attitude is calm: "Okay."

Seeing that the other party respected him so much, the old doctor was very enthusiastic: "Also, pay attention to diet, don't eat beef and mutton, let alone touch chili."

Bo Jiu: ...

For someone who loves hot pot so much, she is not allowed to eat beef, mutton and spicy food.

Is this really going to make her starve for food?

Most importantly, she has never seen the Great God cooperate with anyone like this.

Unexpectedly, he nodded coldly, and said in a uneven voice, "I will watch him."

Just like that, as soon as Bo Jiu came out of the hospital, he saw an extremely gloomy three days in the future.

"Brother Mo, I'm actually not that serious." Bo Jiu decided to convince the master logically: "It's all because the weather in Pai City was too bad, the smog was too severe, and my eyes were infected with bacteria, so I just need to put eye drops for two days. What's more, the day after tomorrow is a friendly match, so what if I don't play."

Qin Mo's expression was very indifferent. He originally wanted to smoke, but because he heard the young man say the word infection, he put away the long, thin, pure black cigarette: "I'll take your place."

There were no great masters among the originally arranged team members.

This is a friendly match after all.

It's not worth taking the risk with the hands of a great god.

"No." Bo Jiu refused very simply: "Compared to Brother Mo's hands, my eyes are not a big deal at all."

Obviously, Qin Mo didn't want to talk about his injury: "I injured my left hand, not both hands."

Bo Jiu: ...

So the great god means to use one hand to play the game?

God, you said that, have you considered the opponent's feelings?
The neon lights on the avenue dimmed little by little.

When the two walked back, there were no longer as many people as before, and the shadows under their feet were stretched and slender.

As soon as she got back to the hotel, the cell phone in Bo Jiu's pocket rang. She took it out, and subconsciously wanted to check it, but was pulled by the Almighty.

Bo Jiu looked back!

Qin Mo's god-like handsome face didn't show any waves, and his voice was as clear as ever, with a strong commercial atmosphere: "What the doctor just said, I forgot it so quickly, hold back your words for the past two days. Two paws that want to play with electronic devices."

With that said, he threw the phone on the bed and tore off his coat: "Now, sit down and take the medicine."

(End of this chapter)