You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 6190: Slow dead!

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to fight, Gu Junzhu grabbed his wrist.

He immediately felt that something was wrong.

His little uncle's hand, which was as cold as Xuan Bing, grabbed onto his wrist, causing him to get goosebumps all over.

He was startled and looked up at Gu Junzhu: "Little uncle?"

He was even more frightened when he raised his head.

His little uncle's face lost its blood at some point, white as paper, with a layer of sweat on his forehead.

He was shocked: "Little uncle, what's wrong with you?"

He suddenly thought of something, and asked anxiously, "Is the old injury done again?"

Gu Junzhu frowned tightly: "You are too noisy!"

Qiao Zui: "..."

Who is he in such a hurry for?

If he wasn't too worried, was he so panicked?

He helped Gu Junzhu to sit down on the sofa, and immediately called Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er and asked them to come over quickly.

Hang up the phone, he poured a cup of hot water into Gu Junzhu's hand, and touched Gu Junzhu's back, it was hard, hard and cold.

"Is it really an old injury?" He frowned, "You haven't done an old injury for a long time, why did you suddenly do it again?"

He thought his little uncle's old wound had healed and he wouldn't do it again.

His little aunt's massage techniques, coupled with Yue Ya'er's conditioning, were two-pronged, and both his and Fang Yao's old injuries had almost recovered.

He hasn't ridiculed him and Fang Yao for a long time.

The injury is almost healed, and I don't have the capital to make fun of myself.

His little uncle was treated earlier than he and Fang Yao. He and Fang Yao's old injuries have not been done for a long time, and his little uncle's injury should not be done again.

Actually, Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er came very quickly, but it was probably because Qiao Zui was so anxious that he felt that Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er must have come in a broken car pulled by an old cow.

Slow dead!

In a hurry, his mouth is bubbling.

Gu Junzhu sat on the sofa and browsed something on his mobile phone. He didn't say a word, and there was no painful expression on his face, but he watched as the sweat on his little uncle's forehead was wet.

He wiped it for an unknown number of times before finally expecting Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er to come. He urged like a savior: "Quick, quick, Qingrun, Doctor Yue, look at what happened to my little uncle. !”

Two people came over to check on Gu Junzhu.

After the inspection, Gu Qingrun succinctly said: "The old injury has been committed."

Yue Ya'er said: "The anger is too high, and the anger attacks the heart, causing the old injury. In short, as Dr. Qingrun said, the old injury has recurred."

Qiao Zui: "..."

How does it feel to be his fault?

He was wrong!

He was sweating profusely in a hurry: "Hurry up and think of a solution."

Gu Qingrun said: "Master, lie down on the bed and I will give you a massage to relieve the pain."

Yue Ya'er picked up a brush to write down a prescription and handed it to Qiao Zui: "Let someone grab the medicine, and after the massage, let the fifth master take a medicine bath."

"Okay, okay!" Qiao Zui ran out and handed the prescription to Gu Chi, asking him to send someone to get the medicine.

He ran back, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked Yue Ya'er, "Will my uncle be all right after taking the medicinal bath?"

"It's not so fast," Yue Ya'er said, "it can relieve the pain, and the symptoms disappear completely. You have to keep soaking for a few days."

Qiao Zui frowned and asked, "Is there no way to cure it completely?"

"Yes," Yue Ya'er said, "cultivate your body, keep your anger less, and insist on massage and soaking in medicinal baths for ten or eight years, and you will definitely recover."