veterinary

1-10

Chapter1

Zhao Qinghe felt his head bloated to crack, his ears were ringing, and his throat was hot, very uncomfortable.

" water..."

Zhao Qinghe struggled to spit out a word weakly, has been guarding the side of the Zhang Shi but keenly heard, hurriedly poured a glass of water, to him fed.

A cup of water down, throat finally not so dry and astringent tingling, Zhao Qinghe slowly opened such as a thousand gold heavy eyelids, the scene in front of him can not help but let him stunned.

The quaint wooden beds, the blue tents, the window lattices and walls, and the old lady half hugging him to feed water, the buns and clothes on her head, were all ancient.

Did he get washed up in some weird place?

Zhao Qinghe only remembers that he went to the suburban farm to see a doctor, suddenly heavy rain, when crossing the bridge flooded, he and his small electric donkey to wash away, the water was too fierce, he did not jump a few times on the sink.

It all came so suddenly that there was no time to react, and the memory stayed in pain.

Zhang Shi saw him wake up, not by tears, thin dry wood hands wipe tears, crying and laughing, "son ah, you can finally wake up, scared to death mother, good, good..."

Son?

Zhao Qinghe wood looked at the old lady in front of him, confused about the current situation.

Zhang Shi saw him in a daze, the heart of sad, "Son, that Ximen official is not a good match, he is not sincere to you, why do you bother to do so for him. Look, you're almost dead. He's never even seen you. If your father and I hadn't heard from you, you'd have died there."

Sir Simon! He's not going to cross into Pan Jinlian, is he!

Zhao Qinghe seems to have been struck by lightning, chaotic brain more confused, a face of shock.

The old lady saw this panic, slapped himself a slap, "all blame niang not good, all blame niang not good, nonsense what. Son, my mother is lying to you. Mother, I'm going to get you some medicine."

The old lady's body quickly ran out, and quickly took a bowl of black medicine, to the brain still not clear Zhao Qinghe poured down.

Zhao Qinghe was bitter to the whole face are wrinkled into a ball, mouth was the old lady stuffed a sweet date, this is better. The medicine has a sleepy effect, too late to think about the present situation, and then sleepy.

Zhao Qinghe wakes up again when the head is no longer heavy, sick like a loose, but the whole body is sticky very uncomfortable.

He was the only one in the room, and the old lady had gone nowhere.

Although Zhao Qinghe spirit is good, the whole body is soft, thirsty stomach is also very hungry. Support to get up, ready to get out of bed pour a glass of water to drink, the result found that the bedside shoes are the kind of cloth shoes on the ancient costume TV. Look again at the body wearing, also is the ancient white dress, except know not the Qing Dynasty costume, can not see which dynasty style.

Zhao Qinghe poured a cup of tea for himself, a mouthful down a lot of comfortable.

Although it is incredible, but Zhao Qinghe knows that he must be wearing. He did not have such white, delicate hands, and although he did not look in a mirror, he could feel that the body was thinner and smaller than he had been.