Chapter 832: Just dysmenorrhea

Mo Boyuan got up and left after his son fell asleep again.
Back to the room, I climbed straight to the bed, and thoughtfully pulled the cup for the sleeping woman, from the neck to the toe, the cover was tight, and I was finally relieved.
By the time I woke up from this sleep, it was already two full hours before the day was bright.
Mo Boyuan opened his eyes, but he didn't feel as bad as getting up when he was abruptly awakened before. After a while, he sat up and prepared to get out of bed.
But at this moment, I saw the woman who seemed to be asleep next to her. Her complexion was very bad, her face was very pale, her brows were also frowned tightly, and occasionally a painful moan was heard.
He quickly reached out and touched the woman's forehead: No fever, but very cold, almost full of sweat on her forehead.
"Xu Xu, where is it uncomfortable?" The voice was very anxious.
Jiang Tingxu was actually awake, and of course he heard the man's voice, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and his lips trembled:
"It hurts~"
Yesterday it was all fine, but just after being awakened by the cry of my son, my stomach started to hurt.
The pain is not very strong at first, and I don’t know anything when I fall asleep.
But slowly, the pain became stronger and stronger, and the consciousness became painful and blurred.
It wasn't until he heard the familiar voice of the man that he recovered some sanity.
Mo Boyuan got out of bed when he heard his wife crying out of pain.
"Where does it hurt? Go, go to the hospital."
After the words fell, he had begun to wear it.
Jiang heard Xu hurt his teeth and gritted his teeth:
"Not going to the hospital, I..."
tm is just dysmenorrhea.
How can a man know so much?
Hearing his wife say that he could not go to the hospital, Mo Boyuan's face sank, and he immediately hugged him in his arms:
"If you don't go!"
Jiang Ting may not want to be sent to the hospital because of dysmenorrhea. You must know that he is still a doctor. How ashamed of him then?
But now that the man didn't understand, Jiang Tingxu sighed inwardly:
"Mo Boyuan, I don't really need to go to the hospital, I'm just my aunt coming, dysmenorrhea."
Just as Jiang listened to Xu's words, Mo Boyuan sensitively touched a piece of wetness, and sniffed at the same time with the tip of his nose. Sure enough, there was a smell in the air.
cough.
This put the person down:
"feeling bad?"
"Yeah." In the voice, there was already a bit of painful crying.
Mo Boyuan still knew his wife had dysmenorrhea:
"Didn't you prescribe Chinese medicine for conditioning? Didn't you take the medicine?"
In fact, Jiang Tingxu didn't have dysmenorrhea before. When he gave birth to a baby a few years ago, his body suffered a lot of loss, and only then did he suffer from dysmenorrhea!
Mother Mo has found many famous Chinese medicine doctors to treat her daughter-in-law, but she can only treat her, and she must take Chinese medicine every month to relieve her.
And once you don't take medicine, it will happen badly!
"forget."
Did you really forget this. So many things happened some time ago and the department work was very busy. Can you remember so many?
"Forgot?" Hearing his wife's answer, Mo Boyuan frowned and his eyes became sharp.
Jiang Tingxu was a little confused at this moment:
"I did not do it on purpose."
People with dysmenorrhea can understand the pain of dysmenorrhea, and no one else can understand it.
That feeling, I really want to hit the wall and die, forget it, the kind of death early and super life.
What else can Mo Boyuan say?
At this time, it is useless.
The big palm got into the woman's clothes, and gently rubbed it on the woman's belly:
"Just don't go to the hospital, let them come home."