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Once connected, it seemed like the other person was waiting for him to speak, but Jun Moyan maintained his silence.
Seeing that Jun Moyan wasn’t talking, Jun Qing felt somewhat let down and had to speak first, "Moyan."
This lack of greeting and the tone one would use with a stranger made Jun Qing feel uncomfortable.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Seeing that Jun Moyan completely ignored his irrelevant small talk, Jun Qing sighed softly.
Had to talk business.
"Moyan, isn’t there a doctor with excellent medical skills by your side?"
Jun Moyan still didn’t reply, just waited for him to continue.
As soon as it was about finding the drunkard, Jun Moyan knew what it was about.
Xiaoguai had cast a spell on Jun Wuyang, and since it wasn’t a disease, the regular doctors naturally couldn’t cure it. It was expected they would turn to the drunkard.
Jun Qing moved the phone away from his ear, looked at it, saw that Jun Moyan hadn’t hung up, so he continued, "Your big brother, Wuyang, seems to have caught some disease. He is so itchy, he’s scratched all his skin raw. We’ve seen many doctors, and none know the cause. Can you have your doctor come and see Wuyang?"
"The drunkard isn’t my subordinate. If you need medical attention, find him yourself."
Jun Moyan hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
"Who’s looking for the drunkard to treat them?" Qing Yi wondered.
Why is someone looking for the drunkard to treat them again, and taking it to the Young Third?"
"Jun Wuyang." Jun Moyan replied.
"Karma." Hearing it was Jun Wuyang, Qing Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, instantly schadenfreuded aloud.
His heart even raised a giant banner, excitedly waving it.
Deserves the illness～
Might as well die from the disease.
Still thinking of having the drunkard save him? How thick can his face be?
Who used to hang around the Young Third were all no good, and now seeking his help with illness? Wouldn’t be surprised if the drunkard just gave him a few shots～
About ten minutes later, the door was opened, Xiaocha walked out, saw the two people at the door, her face grew redder, and she couldn’t even lift her head.
"Young Third, it’s done."
"Hmm." Jun Moyan responded and went into the room.
"Xiaocha, what happened?" Qing Yi asked curiously.
"It’s nothing." Xiaocha shook her head.
"Nothing? Then why is your face so red?"
"Is it because Miss Wen is in trouble?"
"You go ask her yourself," Xiaocha said and then trotted off.
"..." Qing Yi curled her lips and also walked away.
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai who had taken a bath, changed into clothes, and stood by the bed with her face bright red. He found it rather funny.
Normally isn’t she quite bold?
"Still uncomfortable?" Jun Moyan walked up to her.
Wen Xiao’ai’s little hands gripped her clothes, she timidly said, "Jun Moyan, Xiaocha told me this is part of growing up, that every girl goes through this."
She had almost thought some Demon Clan member had cast a spell on her when she wasn’t paying attention.
"Yes, you’re growing up."
"Xiaocha also said that every month, there will be a few days of bleeding."
"So it really won’t kill me? Bleeding for so many days."
"Don’t worry, it won’t."
"Wuu~" Wen Xiao’ai felt like crying, "Brother Ye Qi was right, growing up is indeed troublesome, lots of problems. Xiaocha also said not to touch cold water, not to eat anything cold, and not to let my abdomen get cold, or else every time this happens in the future, my abdomen will hurt."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan turned around and fetched a thin jacket for Wen Xiao’ai to put on.
"It’s so hot, I don’t want to wear it."