Two Hundred and Fifty-Six Excessive Blood Loss (Baobai Doll I and Shibi +)

These days, Shen Jiao's drowsiness is in his eyes and Han Qixiu is anxious in his heart. Although the body of the squeamish bag was also weak in the past, it is not like now. It's not normal!

That old man didn't tell the truth at all that day, he must have concealed the true condition of the squeamish bag!

While everyone was picking tea fruits, Han Qixiu dragged Mr. Qi to a hidden place and forced him to question him.

"What's wrong with Jiaojiao?"

Mr. Qi's heart skipped a beat and said with a smile, "Didn't I say, anemia, just replenish blood!"

"Fart, young master, I was about to feed Jiaojiao blood, why haven't I gotten better, but I'm getting more and more sleepy?" Han Qixiu scolded her angrily.

Mr. Qi still wanted to fight haha, Han Qixiu smiled coldly, and threatened: "You can do it if you don't tell the truth, I will inform my friends in Kyoto to bring your precious second concubine's family to the village to work and transform, anyway. You are a fake divorce, but the husband and wife are very loving, you think I am right?"

Mr. Qi's face changed greatly, and in the cold weather, there were fine beads of sweat. He forced a smile and said, "Qi Xiu, don't be joking, my wife and I are separated now, and everyone is betrayed and separated, and the lonely old man is the only one!"

Seeing that the old man was still dead, Han Qixiu couldn't help getting angry, and said coldly: "I never joke, you don't believe it, you will no longer be an old man in a few days, your clothes will be washed, and your meals will be burned. Three generations of a family live together!"

Mr. Qi glanced at Han Qixiu, and was so frightened by his cold eyes that his heart was almost broken, he sighed helplessly, and begged for mercy with a bitter face: "I believe in you, how dare you believe it, I say."

Han Qixiu didn't speak. He looked at the slippery old man with a half-smile, and the old man Qi's scalp was numb.

Without waiting for Han Qixiu to ask, the old man Qi himself poured out the bitter water: "There are two evil obstacles in the family, and I have offended Brother Shen for a lifetime, so that Brother Shen misunderstood me deeply, always thought that I instigated the two evil obstacles to go. The one who stole the prescription, Qi Xiu, tell me, where am I like that?"

"You're not a good person, don't pretend to be innocent here!"

Han Qixiu sneered, this old man kept saying that he wanted to learn from Lao Tzu's way of inaction, but in fact he was not ordinary cunning. If the old man didn't know anything about what Qi Huamin's brothers and sisters did, he would chop his head off and sit on it as a chair.

Mr. Qi choked, ignored Han Qixiu, and said to himself: "It is because of these two evil obstacles that I have not been able to eat good food or drink good wine recently, and a bird has faded out of my mouth all day long..."

"Don't talk nonsense, tell the young master the key points!" Han Qixiu shouted impatiently.

"Oh, this is the point, don't worry, things have to be explained clearly, why don't you explain clearly!"

Mr. Qi said that he was still complacent, and was very unhappy that the conversation was interrupted, but when he saw the black-faced Mr. Han, his back became cold again, and he continued to talk.

"Because the Shen family has a deep misunderstanding of me, I don't dare to say some things casually. Besides, I'm not sure about Shen Jiao's illness. It's very strange, so I don't dare to say nonsense..."

Han Qixiu resisted the urge to beat someone, and interrupted the long-winded old man with a deep voice: "What's the disease? You make it clear to me, and if you continue to talk, I will immediately let your second aunt come over."

Master Qi shivered with fright, and said hurriedly, "I suspect that Jiaojiao has lost too much blood and has damaged her foundation. This needs to be raised slowly, and it will be difficult to raise for a while."

Han Qixiu asked suspiciously, "Too much blood loss? When was Jiaojiao injured?"

Mr. Qi patted his thigh, as if he had found a bosom friend, and said excitedly, "That's why I am puzzled, obviously the pulse I detected is excessive blood loss, but Jiaojiao has no wound at all, so how could she lose blood? Too much?"

"Furthermore, the Jiaojiao Sunflower Water didn't come,

Even if Sunflower Water comes, it is impossible to lose so much blood, so I can't make up my mind..."

When Han Qixiu got the answer, he was too lazy to listen to the old man's long-winded words, and left with a dash of his body.

Shen Jiao came to Zhu Siya and Shen Jiaxing's group. The old people, children and women were in this group. The camellia tree was shorter, and the fruit could be picked without climbing a ladder.

"Jiaojiao is getting up, it's better to go out to exercise." Shen Jiaxing tried to hide his worries and gave Shen Jiao a clean place with a smile.

Shen Jiao stood over to pick the fruit. This year's fruit grew very well, at least 30% more than in previous years. According to Han Defu, fruit trees are also divided into large and small years. One year has a bumper harvest, and the next year will definitely reduce production. They said it was because the fruit trees were tired and had to take a breath!

Han Qixiu came over and saw Shen Jiao's pale face, his heart twitched, how he hoped that the squeamish bag would be as healthy and healthy as when he was on the farm!

Xinquan Village eats well, lives well, and the environment is much better, so why is the body of the squeamish bag getting worse and worse?

And what happened to the excessive blood loss that Old Man Qi said?

How can the squeamish bag lose too much blood?

Obviously there is no wound on the body!

No, there is a wound. Last month, the squeamish bag had a small cut on her finger. She said it was accidentally cut while cutting vegetables. When he saw that the cut was not deep, he didn't take it to heart. He just stopped being squeamish. Pack a knife.

Is it...

Han Qixiu was suspicious, walked over to Shen Jiao and asked, "Jiaojiao pick carefully, but don't break the wound."

Shen Jiao giggled, stretched out her left finger and shook it in front of him: "It's almost done, it's not in the way!"

Han Qixiu grabbed Shen Jiao's hand and inspected it carefully. The wound was indeed very small, so small that he wouldn't take it seriously if he cut such an incision, but the target was a squeamish bag, so naturally, it should be treated differently.

How could his well-cared-for squeamish bag be injured?

Not even a mosquito can bite!

Shen Jiaxing said from the side, "Jiaojiao, you should use less knives in the future. You've already cut your fingers three times. Next time, you won't be so lucky. Maybe your fingers will be cut off."

Han Qixiu asked subconsciously, "When did Jiaojiao cut off her hand?"

"I cut it once a few months ago, and I cut it once on the farm last winter. It's always that finger, and it's back..." Shen Jiaxing seemed to remember something and patted his thigh.

"Jiaojiao, I think you should be fighting with the kitchen knife. Every time you cut your finger, you will get sick. The first two times you have a fever, but this time it's better. If you touch the kitchen knife, don't touch it at all, grandpa is here to cook!"

Shen Jiaxing felt as if he had thought of the crux of the problem.

Shen Jiao felt a little guilty, her illness was indeed related to the knife, but the knife was innocent!

Looking at Shen Jiao's dodging eyes, Han Qixiu was thoughtful, it seems that the squeamish bag's illness is really related to the knife!

The old sheep loves to eat fish and said that the fifth watch will be sent. Tomorrow will still be the fifth watch. I will first add the rewards that I owe, and then add the monthly tickets. No hurry, huh, good night, good dream!