After a while, Zhao Youtian's text message came in, with a string of phone numbers.

Zhao Qingyan immediately called in.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Mo Yan's tone of impatient disgust came over, "Who is it? It's early in the morning, and I'll let you sleep."

Mo Yan was completely awakened by the phone call, so he would not have a good temper.

Zhao Qingyan didn't mind, but instead answered him politely, "Sorry, I'm disturbing. I'm Zhao Qingyan."

"I don't care whether you are Zhao Qingyan or Li Qingyan...what...! You, you... are Zhao Xiaoqi?" For a moment, Mo Yan, who had just woken up from the haze, couldn't even straighten his tongue. He jumped from the bed and sat straight.

"Yes, it's me."

Mo Yan realized that his reaction was a bit too extreme, so he regained his cynical nature, "What's wrong? Isn't Qiao Junxi sick?"

Well, if Qiao Junxi really has any injuries, he would be quite happy about it.

"He is very good. I have something to bother you. I accidentally lost the medicine you prescribed for me two days ago, but today I still feel a little uncomfortable. So I want to ask you what the name of the medicine is. I will go to the pharmacy to buy some by myself later." Zhao Qingyan thought that since she is not pregnant, then what Qiao Junxi had given her before was a medicine to relieve pregnancy reactions should be nonsense.

"That's the medicine for ordinary gastroenteritis. If you go to the pharmacy and tell the doctor about treating gastroenteritis, they will naturally get it for you." Perhaps before my mind was fully awake, Mo Yan blurted out.

Zhao Qingyan didn't expect to get the words out all at once. It turned out that her nausea and vomiting were a symptom of gastroenteritis, but now the truth is finally revealed. Since Mo Yan is very clear about her condition, it means that he has not misdiagnosed it.

An answer is about to come out...

But now she still has to listen to Mo Yan’s statement with her own ears.

"Gastric enteritis? Didn't I say I'm pregnant?" Zhao Qingyan's questions were linked together and progressed layer by layer.

Mo Yan realized that he had just fallen into Zhao Qingyan's trap. "This...this..." At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.

"Doctor Mo, the profession of doctor is very sacred..."

Seeing that Zhao Qingyan was about to raise the problem to the level of the doctor's mission, Mo Yan couldn't stand it anymore. His conscience was greatly questioned, so he could only help himself, "Oh, you can't blame me for this, Qiao Junxi forced me to do this."

Very good, it turns out that Qiao Junxi set up a game for her to jump down.

The phone was hung up all of a sudden, and Mo Yan sighed innocently. Did he seem to have said something wrong just now?

Intuition told him that Qiao Junxi was about to usher in a storm. Now should he inform Qiao Junxi so that he can prepare?

Forget it, whoever makes him so arrogant and arrogant in normal times, let him experience the feeling of being scolded and neglected.

If you come out and get it, you will have to pay it back.

Mo Yan felt excited when he thought about it.

He got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom while humming a cheerful song.

In fact, the moment Zhao Qingyan walked into the clinic, Qiao Junxi was ready to be exposed.

While waiting for Zhao Qingxian, he had been thinking about how to justify himself after a while.

"Qiao Junxi, let's go." Zhao Qingyan did not come over, but just stood in the aisle and smiled and shouted at him.

Qiao Junxi noticed that Zhao Qingyan's smile was meaningful, not as soft as usual, but with a little alienation.
Chapter completed!