I'm Sick

The ointment had just fallen to the ground when Dr. Gu quickly squatted down to pick it up.

Mu Anan felt that something was wrong with him. "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so guilty? You're so guilty that I feel like you're doing this on purpose."

Mu Anan said the last sentence casually and did not bother about Dr. Gu.

She leaned against the headboard tiredly and sighed. "Help me think of a way to deal with this allergic problem."

When Mu Anan had eaten the prawns, she did not think that her allergic reaction had been so severe.

At this time, Dr. Gu had already picked up the ointment again and tidied it up.

"I've been studying it. Let's wait a little longer." Dr. Gu said.

Mu Anan nodded and said nothing more.

Dr. Gu began to pack his things in silence, but he was a little absent-minded.

After packing up, Dr. Gu suddenly stopped halfway to the door.

When Dr. Gu stopped, Mu Anan looked at him.