Life With You

George Sheng arrived home very late and stood at the entrance to change his shoes. Seeing Song Xi's shoes neatly placed on the right, he felt a little puzzled and thought to himself that she was at home? Or did you go out wearing other shoes?

Wearing slippers, he went straight up to the second floor and came to the door of the master bedroom. There was a small wooden box in front of the door, less than twenty-five centimeters high and only as wide as a man's hand.

George Sheng lowered his head and stared. After a few seconds, he bent down to pick it up and opened the lid of the box. What he saw was a hemispherical object. The color and material were very similar to copper. At first glance, he couldn't tell what it was, so George Sheng had to I took the whole thing out and took a closer look, but I still didn’t understand it.

After opening the door and returning to the room, George Sheng put the things on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and called Song Xi.

The phone rang five times, and Song Xi's slightly lazy and confused voice came from the phone, Hello?

George Sheng asked: What?

He didn't start or finish. You can imagine how dizzy Song Xi was when she just opened her eyes half asleep. However, she got used to it and quickly said: Ah, it's an aromatherapy stove. The aromatherapy is in it. You can just light it half an hour before going to bed. , it will turn itself off after one revolution.”

She talked for a long time. After listening to it, George Sheng said calmly: You come down and do it, I can't do it.

Before Song Xi could answer, he was already dead.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. No one answered, so Song Xi had to push the door open and enter.

After walking through the corridor, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Song Xi caught a glimpse of the aromatherapy burner on the coffee table. She walked over, picked up and unscrewed the lid, but couldn't find the lighter. She could only wait for George Sheng to come out.

After about five minutes, the bathroom door opened, and George Sheng in a black bathrobe came out.

Song Xi was sitting on the sofa, wearing white silk pajamas. She looked sideways at him and asked, Where is the lighter?

George Sheng walked to the side where his pants were hanging, took out a lighter, and threw it back to her. He didn't say hello to her either. Fortunately, Song Xi reacted quickly and raised his hand to catch it, otherwise he would have hit her in the face.

With such excitement, the sleepiness was over.

Song Xi lit the incense and explained the operation to George Sheng, It's very simple.

George Sheng wiped his hair with his back to her, and said in a very indifferent tone: Why did you put one at my door?

Song Xi said: Thank you for standing up for me yesterday morning. I bought this incense burner at Mingyue Zhai. It can be regarded as compensation for Ruan Boyan's loss.

She didn't say anything about paying him back, so George Sheng felt less anxious.

Song Xi screwed on the stove lid, placed it in the middle of the coffee table, stood up and said, Okay.

George Sheng sat beside the bed, with no emotion or anger on his face, It's too fragrant, it's pungent to the nose.

Song Xi's beautiful eyes raised slightly, How could it be? This is to soothe the mind and help you sleep.

George Sheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at her and said, How do you know I don't sleep well?

Song Xi looked back at him, Are you having trouble sleeping? I don't know...most of the incense placed in the bedroom is for sleeping.

George Sheng couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or angry. He probably drank too much and was mentally retarded.

Song Xi didn't notice his displeasure. She was suffering from an occupational disease and asked seriously: What kind of sleep disorder do you have? Is it difficult to fall asleep, or do you wake up easily after falling asleep?

George Sheng looked at her expression and didn't look into it, so he replied: They are all there.

Song Xi asked: How long has this been going on?

George Sheng said: About ten years or so.

Ten years?! Song Xi was shocked.

George Sheng was not surprised. It was not that he had never seen a doctor. There were many people with poor sleep, and it was not a terminal illness.

As a result, Song Xi looked at him and said, Then why don't you have any dark circles under your eyes?

George Sheng:

Looking up at her faintly, George Sheng didn't say a word, but his eyes were intimidating, which was enough for Song Xi to drink a pot.

Song Xi raised the corners of her lips and smiled, then said, I was complimenting you on your good skin.

George Sheng looked away with a look of confusion and said, Can it be cured? If you can't cure it, don't lie to me.

It's not like Song Xi has never heard of something more vicious. At this level, Song Xi can basically treat it as a normal conversation.

Not taking it seriously, she asked aloud: Have you taken any medicine?

Um.

Chinese medicine or Western medicine?

George Sheng said: It's not like I can't get out of bed. What Chinese medicine should I drink?

Song Xi couldn't help but frown slightly, and said speechlessly: Who said that those who drink Chinese medicine are sick and can't get out of bed?

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xi's mind subconsciously conjured up a weak image of lingering on the sick bed. Looking at George Sheng, she asked tentatively: Did you watch Lin Daiyu drink Chinese medicine in A Dream of Red Mansions?

George Sheng said nothing, but used his cold eyes to scare people again.

Song Xi pursed her lips and said in a good voice: Western medicine has a faster effect, but it is not necessarily more effective than Chinese medicine. As the saying goes, Western medicine treats the symptoms, while Chinese medicine treats the root cause. If you said that you have not been able to sleep well for almost ten years, then it was already true. It’s an old problem that affects the root cause. I suggest you try traditional Chinese medicine, combined with traditional Chinese medicine, it may be effective.”

George Sheng looked at her straight and asked: Do you doctors have to make it sound like they are about to die? This way the patient can pay immediately to buy medicines and surgeries.

The thread in Song Xi's heart was touched, and she immediately retorted seriously, I also find it funny. Am I the doctor or are you the doctor? Today's patients are very funny. When they come to the hospital, they won't listen to anything the doctor says. He looks like he can diagnose the disease by himself, and even writes the prescription himself. If he is so good, why would he come to the hospital?

After saying that, the fire in his heart was still not clear, Song Xi immediately added: But I can understand your mood. After all, you are not an ordinary patient, you are still a capitalist. If you don't know why the hospital Why open a hospital when you want to make money?”

George Sheng knew that Song Xi was not a temperless person, but she did not lose her temper easily. Even if it was about Song Yuanqing, she would tolerate it as long as she could. Unexpectedly, he just said it casually today, and she became anxious.

He sat by the bed and she stood by the coffee table. They were several meters apart. After the room was quiet for a few seconds, George Sheng looked at Song Xi who was still holding his breath and said, You are not a qualified doctor, and you should not be careful. Foreign doctor.

Song Xixiu turned her head to look at George Sheng, her bottom line was stepped on again, her eyes were determined to fight him to the end, her voice was deep, she asked: Why do you say that?

George Sheng responded with a calm expression and a very calm tone: The first article of the doctor's professional ethics is that as a doctor, you should always think about the patient; the third article is to use civilized language, kind attitude, care and consideration for the patient.

I'm just asking casually. With your attitude and tone, if I had a heart disease, even if I didn't, I would be pissed to death by you.

After saying that, George Sheng gave a sarcastic smile, What's the use of being highly skilled? You don't even have the basic common sense of being a doctor.