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Song Qingwu shook her head. "This time the situation is special. I won't go to the hospital. It's so late, the hospital has been closed for a long time. If I need to go to the emergency room, I'm not in any pain now, and the emergency room won't be able to find anything."

Shu Xiaoya saw that Song Qingwu was indeed no longer in pain, so she did not insist on going to the hospital overnight.

After making the brown sugar ginger tea, Shu Xiaoya took out her cell phone to make an appointment. Even if she didn't go to the emergency room tonight, she would have to see a doctor early tomorrow morning.

Although Song Qingwu knew that there was nothing wrong with her, she also knew that she could not beat Shu Xiaoya. If she were in Shu Xiaoya's shoes, if she was like she was just now, she would definitely insist on taking Shu Xiaoya to see a doctor.

I had no choice but to let Shu Xiaoya register.

After a long time, Shu Xiaoya finally breathed a sigh of relief. She finally got an appointment with an old Chinese doctor. Song Qingwu took the phone and saw that it was a male doctor in his 50s. She immediately became embarrassed and blushed like an apple, "Shu Xiaoya, you want to die, what kind of doctor is this? I'm a girl, and you want me to talk about menstruation with a 50-year-old man?

Please cancel your account immediately, right now!"

Shu Xiaoya consoled him, "This doctor is an expert. It took a lot of effort to get him an appointment. Besides, doctors don't care about gender. As long as his medical skills are good, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman."

Song Qingwu chuckled, "Yes, that's right. Doctors don't see gender, so doctors don't get married. Doctors don't get intimate. Doctors don't see gender anyway."

Shu Xiaoya was speechless, "What kind of heresy is this?"

Song Qingwu sat up and asked with a smile, "Xiaoya, do you think I am good-looking?"

Shu Xiaoya didn't know what it meant. "Of course she is pretty. Qingwu is the prettiest girl I know."

Song Qingwu was neither shy nor modest, she laughed and said, "With my divine looks, even a girl like you can be turned into a lesbian and fall in love with me, let alone a man in his fifties?

You ask a pretty girl like me to talk about menstruation with a fifty-year-old man. Are you sure he won't molest me in his heart?"

Indecent thoughts?

What kind of word is this?

Shu Xiaoya didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Song Qingwu looked at Shu Xiaoya, her eyes conveying affection and her eyes seductive, and then said, "Dear Xiaoya, I do this all for you. I wrap myself up tightly every day, isn't it to keep my chastity for you?

I'm not here to see you for a headache or a minor cold. Do you really want your girlfriend to discuss the biggest secrets of her body with an old man?"

Song Qingwu doesn't want to have any contact with male doctors unless she needs surgery or has some medical problem that can only be solved by a male doctor.

Shu Xiaoya has always been a soft-hearted person in front of Song Qingwu, and is always easily bewitched by Song Qingwu. After Song Qingwu's nonsense and heresy, Shu Xiaoya was actually persuaded and suddenly felt that his girlfriend should not see a male doctor.

So he decisively canceled the appointment number and assigned Song Qingwu to see a female expert again.

Then he picked up the brown sugar ginger tea and was about to feed it to Song Qingwu. Song Qingwu smiled slightly and said, "I can do it myself. I'm not a patient. I don't need you to serve me tea and water like this."

Shu Xiaoya handed the cup to Song Qingwu, and then asked for leave for Song Qingwu.

Shu Xiaoya had saved the phone number of Song Qingwu's homeroom teacher Liu Xiao, as well as her WeChat ID. After dialing the number, Shu Xiaoya politely said, "Hello, Teacher Liu. I am Qingwu's cousin Shu Xiaoya. Sorry to disturb you during your off-get off work hours."

Liu Xiao has always had a good impression of cousin Song Qingwu. This child looks exactly like Song Qingwu. Although they don't look alike, they always dress the same, are just as smart, just as beautiful and generous, and just as warm and polite.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xiao said, "It's Xiaoya. It's okay. I won't bother you. What's the matter?"

Because of Song Qingwu, she and Shu Xiaoya have had a lot of dealings recently, so she would be more intimate and directly call Shu Xiaoya "Xiaoya".

Shu Xiaoya said, "Qingwu is feeling a little unwell. I will take her to see a doctor tomorrow, so I have to take a day off tomorrow."

When Liu Xiao heard that Song Qingwu was not feeling well, she immediately became concerned. She had made a promise with Song Qingwu that she would be her big sister. "Qingwu is not feeling well. Is it serious? Do you need to go to the emergency room now?"

Shu Xiaoya knew that Song Qingwu and Liu Xiao had a good relationship, and also knew that Liu Xiao was an unmarried sister in her twenties, so she had nothing to hide from her. "It's nothing serious, just some minor problems for girls. She's fine now, but I was worried, so I took her to see a doctor. You don't have to worry."

Only then did Liu Xiao feel relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Shu Xiaoya saw that Song Qingwu was no longer in pain, so she turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

Because of the long delay, dinner was eaten very late. Shu Xiaoya didn't finish cooking until 8:30.

Although Shu Xiaoya studied at a university in Jiangxi Province, she is from Hunan Province. Her cooking style tends to be more inclined towards the heavy flavors of Hunan Province, and she uses more chili peppers.

Today, both of them were on their menstrual period, so Shu Xiaoya didn't put any chili in her dishes, even for meat dishes, she didn't put any chili in to get rid of the fishy smell. However, despite the light taste, Shu Xiaoya still made the dishes fragrant and delicious.

Song Qingwu was deeply moved. Shu Xiaoya's cooking skills were no less than her appearance. Her girlfriend was truly a treasure girl and a first-class virtuous wife, without exaggeration.