Late at night, knocking on the door outside Mo Yinhe's bedroom, no one responded. He broke into the door and entered. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the force field protective cover. Late at night, he paused: "Uh...???"

Late at night, I didn’t see the cute dragon Mingjing, but only saw his brother’s tall body, lying on the bed, and did not raise his head when he heard footsteps. He just said coldly: “Who asked you to come in? Go out!”

"Brother, Song Pianlan said that the prescription Miss Si prescribes will make you terminally ill. Even the academicians of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine say that there is something wrong with the prescription. How do you feel after you take the medicine?"

"Good."

Mo Yinhe impatiently threw out two words.

I was worried late at night: "I heard from the butler that you haven't come out of the bedroom all day, are you really okay?"

"Very good." Mo Yinhe's face looked like spring breeze.

I don’t know what was hidden in his quilt, so I actually put the quilt together and glanced at Ye Shen in disgust: “You won’t go out yet?”

The curiosity became even worse in the middle of the night: "Brother, what treasure is hidden in your quilt?"

"Your sister-in-law."

Mo Yinhe was blunt, but he did not mean to let Ye Shen see his true face, so as not to be excited when Ye Shen was excited, and he insisted on pulling his sister-in-law to reminisce about the past and be an annoying light bulb.

Late at night: “………”

His brother is talking nonsense again?

Song Pianlan is right. His brother will definitely be terminally ill, but it is not a physical disease, but a lovesickness!

Late at night, I was too lazy to refute a terminally ill widower, standing outside the protective cover of the force field, and poking his head: "Brother, are you sure Miss Si's prescriptions have not made your condition worse, right?"

Mo Yinhe's calm and noble voice had a little more recognition: "Apart from being unbearable at night, there is nothing wrong with it for the time being, she is indeed a little capable."

At least, in recent years, he felt that chest tightness was difficult to breathe every day. Mr. Song kept conditioning his body. After drinking so many medicines, he didn't feel that the chest tightness was relieved. However, Mo Yinhe felt obvious in the past two days, and the symptoms of chest tightness were relieved. It should be that the medicine prescribed by Si Mingjing had worked.

The cute Long Si Mingjing curled up in the quilt, with a slightly slight licking corner of his mouth.

The little dragon's tail unconsciously shaved on Mo Yinhe's arm twice. The man finally had a little conscience!

Yeshen felt relieved: "I also think Miss Si is not like the half-baked doctor in the world as they call her. Then I will go downstairs and send them away now."

"Well, don't bother me again tonight."

Late at night, he explored the quilt again, grabbing his heart and lungs, what treasure does his brother hide in the quilt, and he still needs to use the force field protective cover?!

Downstairs, Song Pianlan felt that everything was under control.

When he walked downstairs late at night, Song Pianlan immediately showed an anxious expression and went up to him.

"Young Master Ye San, now do you believe what I said? Take us up now. You must race against time to grab people from the God of Death."

Late at night, he was holding his hands in his pockets and standing at the entrance of the stairs. He was a man who was holding a pass and said, "My brother is in good health and is not terminally ill. Thank you for your concern, but please please come back. I have something to do, so I will send you away."

"This is impossible!" Song Pianlan is a medical student, so how could it be unclear: "There is obviously a problem with the prescription, why do you want to stop us from seeing Mr. Mo?"

Ye Shen's face suddenly became dark: "Miss Song, are you cursing my brother? Is there anything wrong?"

"I don't mean that, but that prescription..."
Chapter completed!