Chapter 6182 Slow Down!

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to hit him, but Gu Junzhu grabbed his wrist.

He immediately felt wrong.

His little uncle's hand was as cold as ice, grabbing his wrist, which made him get goose bumps all over his body.

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

When he raised his head, he was even more frightened.

His little uncle's face lost all color at some point, it was as white as paper, and there was 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 repeated?"

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

Qiao Zui: "..."

Who is he in such a hurry for?

If he wasn't too worried, why would he be so panicked?

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

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

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

He thought that his little uncle's old wound had healed and would not do it again.

His little aunt's massage technique, coupled with Yue Ya'er's conditioning, worked together, and both he and Fang Yao's old injuries had almost recovered.

It's been a long time since he teased that he and Fang Yao are missing each other.

The injury is almost healed, and I have no capital to laugh at myself.

His little uncle was healed earlier than him and Fang Yao, and he and Fang Yao hadn't suffered from old injuries for a long time, so his little uncle's injury shouldn't happen again.

In fact, Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er came very quickly, but it may be because of Qiao Zui's urgency, he felt that Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er must have come in a broken cart pulled by an old ox.

too slow!

He was so anxious that there would be blisters on his mouth.

Gu Junzhu sat on the sofa and browsed something on his mobile phone, without saying a word, and there was no expression of pain on his face, but he watched his little uncle's forehead wet with sweat one after another.

He wiped it off countless times before finally looking forward to Gu Qingrun and Yue Ya'er's arrival. He urged like a savior: "Hurry up, Qingrun, Doctor Yue, quickly see what's wrong with my little uncle!"

Two people came over to check on Gu Junzhu.

After the inspection, Gu Qingrun said succinctly: "The old wounded criminal."

Yue Ya'er said: "The anger is too strong, and the anger is too strong, causing the old injury. Simply put, it is what Doctor Qingrun said, the old injury has recurred."

Qiao Zui: "..."

How do you feel it's his fault?

He was wrong!

He was also sweating profusely: "Hurry up and think of a way."

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

Yue Ya'er picked up a brush and brushed down a prescription, and handed it to Qiao Zui: "Have someone fetch the medicine, and after the massage, let Fifth Lord take a medicinal bath."

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

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

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

Qiao Zui frowned and asked: "There is no way, can it be completely cured?"

"Yes," Yue Ya'er said, "Cultivate one's body and mind, reduce anger, insist on massage and soak in medicinal baths, persist for ten or eight years, and you will definitely be cured."