Chapter 973 Dysmenorrhea? Heatstroke?

  He took out the diagnosis book and asked:

   "Classmate, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

  Li Qinian: "...It's too hot to run in the sports meeting, maybe you have heat stroke."

  She can never say that she has dysmenorrhea.

   "Heatstroke?"

  The doctor leaned closer to look at her face.

   "Then do you have headaches, dizziness, thirst, sweating, weakness and sore limbs?"

  Li Qinian: "...Well, dizziness, headache."

  Because she had just finished running, she was sweating profusely, which is also in full compliance with the symptoms of hyperhidrosis.

   "That should be heat stroke."

  The doctor did not suspect her, but to be on the safe side, she still asked her to stretch out her hand.

   "Take a pulse and look at your tongue again."

  Li Qinian: "..."

"What's wrong?"

  The doctor waited for a long time, but he didn't see her move, so he asked in confusion.

  Li Qinian was full of resistance, but due to Jiang Wang’s presence, she did not dare to be too obvious:

   "It's okay, don't read it, I really have heat stroke, just prescribe some anti-heat medicine."

  The doctor pushed his glasses: "Are you sure?"

  Li Qinian: "I do..."

   "She is not sure."

  Jiang Wang suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

  Li Qinian suddenly raised his head, wondering why there was a trace of anger in his tone.

  Li Qinian’s thin lips were dry and cracked, she stretched out her tongue and licked it:

   "Brother Wang, I'm really fine."

  Speaking, she gestured to get out of bed.

Before the toes hit the ground, the thigh was held by someone. Jiang Wang, with a cold face, tucked her legs back into the quilt, and then reached out to cover her with the quilt, wrapping the area below her head tightly. .

  Li Qinian: "..."

  She just has dysmenorrhea, and she is not terminally ill, right?

  The doctor's strange eyes shot between the two:

   "Your friend is right. It's better to take a look. If you use the wrong medicine, the consequences will be troublesome."

  Li Qinian was about to speak, and then wanted to get up, but was immediately stopped by Jiang Wang's eyes.

  Are you trying to get up?

  Li Qinian: "..."

   "Let's see."

  She stuck out her tongue perfunctorily.

  The doctor glanced, then touched her pulse:

  "The symptoms are not obvious, classmate, are you sure you are dizzy?"

"Um."

  Doctor: "That may be mild heat stroke. I'll prescribe some medicine for you."

  After the long-distance running, Li Qinian's complexion was flushed and sweaty. It was indeed a sign of heatstroke, and the doctor did not doubt too much.

  After the doctor filled out the medical record book, he turned around and opened the curtain and walked out of the temporary ward.

  As soon as he was about to get up to take the medicine, he saw a cold and slender figure standing behind him, also walking out of the ward.

"What's wrong?"

   Jiang Wang’s mobile phone screen still stopped on the Baidu page: "A box of ibuprofen."

   "Where do you hurt?"

  Ibuprofen is an analgesic with less side effects.

   "Toothache."

  The doctor turned around and took out a box of ibuprofen and pushed it in front of him:

   "Okay, swipe your card."

  Jiang took out his campus card:

   "Known with the anti-heat medicine."

After the beep, the campus card balance decreased by 21 yuan.

  The doctor immersed his head in prescribing medicine: "Hot water and disposable paper cups are here, so catch the water yourself."

  Jiang took a glass of water, opened the curtain, and returned to Li Qinian’s bed.

  The stern teenager who had been covered up became restless again, because it was too hot, she kicked her feet and exposed her calves outside the quilt.

  Jiang Wang put the paper cup on the head of the bed and reached out to cover her with the quilt.

   "Take medicine."

  Li Qinian blinked, trying to reason with him:

   "Brother Wang, it's really hot to cover the quilt."

  (End of this chapter)