If you look at Ye Qingyu's face carefully, it looks really good.

It is said that ordinary people look at people by looking at skins, while doctors look at bones.

Sun Simiao's years of medical experience are naturally accustomed to looking at the distribution of human bones, especially for children, which is related to whether she will look good in the future.

After careful examination, I found that the child's face proportion was very good. Unless he grew disabled, he would be a handsome guy when he was old.

For some reason, a thought suddenly popped up in my mind.

Then the more you think about it, the more you can achieve it.

Baoyu can share his thoughts with Sun Simiao, and unless she unilaterally cuts them off, it will know everything.

"Little ancestor, are you serious?"

Baoyu asked carefully.

"Nonsense, don't you hope I can survive with hope? Why can't it be?"

Sun Simiao asked angrily.

How could the little yellow bird Baoyu not be willing? One hundred or one thousand are willing.
Chapter completed!