Chapter 737: Diabetes 7

Holding the hand of his son, Mrs. Meng’s heart finally found some sense of security. She was going to say a few words, and there was a report from the little girl: "Mrs., son, Zhang Tai, from the hospital."
Meng Nan smiled, this is too fast for the doctor, and the genius just came on, that is to say, he went out when the day was still not bright.
"Please come in!" Meng Nan sighed.
After a while, there was a rush of footsteps from the outside, and then the snow shook at the door, it seems that the snow has not stopped.
When the snow was gone, the closed door was pushed open, and the tall figure of Zhang Taiyi immediately entered, with a cold wind pouring into the room.
Meng Nan hurriedly pulled up the quilt for her mother, and when the door was closed again, the cold wind was extinguished, and the high quilt was put down.
Seeing her son's nervousness in her body, the anger in Mrs. Meng's heart was a little bit scattered at this time.
Zhang Tai doctor walked quickly to the bed, and saw Ms. Meng sitting, her face looked better than I saw yesterday, and there was a look in her eyes. "How does the lady feel?"
Zhang Tai’s doctor was full of shock and excitement. Just like this patient, after many years of treatment, he finally found the way and cured her.
Mrs. Meng smiled: "Besides the head is a little dizzy, the body is not very energetic, and the side is still good."
Zhang Taiji gave her a diagnosis, and the pulse was much smoother than last night. It seems to be no different from the ordinary patients with wind-cold disease. Is this night's work cured?
Zhang Tai’s doctor Meng Nan asked:
Can Miss Bai still be?

Meng Nan nodded: "She refining the medicine to the fourth night last night, no rest for one night, this should be sleeping."
Zhang Tai’s face is an uncontrollable excitement.
The white girl really has a well-deserved reputation. These doubts are in her hands, and it will be solved overnight. I have to ask her for advice.
Not only is it to ask, but also to ask her. With him going home to lie down, for a big brother who has been in bed for many years, maybe there are still a number of turns.
Until now, listening to Zhang Tai’s doctor, Mrs. Meng still does not believe in Bai’s medical skills. Her 13-year-old girl can really cure the disease that even the doctors can’t cure. This will not be the son in order to lift her, deliberately looking for Zhang Tai doctor to play?
She thought so in her heart, but she said nothing in her mouth. She was a son of Nan, but she could not tear the relationship because of some irrelevant people. What happened, she waited for her to see the day.
Mrs. Meng touched her belly, and she was so hungry that she turned to the gimmicks around her. "Why don't you take the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Shantou took his eyes to see the son, and looked awkward.
Meng Nan was busy: "Mother, Bai Yu said, you are sick, you can't eat sugar now, you can't eat any sweets, otherwise you can't say it again."
Don't let sweets? Isn't this about her life?
"Can't eat at all?" Mrs. Meng frowned.
Meng Nan shook his head: "You can't eat at all, at least not now, how to eat in the future, you have to listen to the white."
Mrs. Meng sighed, and she said helplessly: "If you don't eat, you don't eat, go get some breakfast."
Shantou did not move, and carefully said: "Madam, you just took the medicine, the white girl said, you have to take half an hour to eat after you take this medicine."
Mrs. Meng is now very skeptical. Is this white deliberately trying to complete her? Don't let sugar eat, don't let dinner? This is not what she is? She can't think of other reasons. Who can cure the disease and limit the patients to eat sugar? Not all you eat, the better your body?