That night, around ten o'clock, the toothache began to become severe. I used my own trump card to relieve pain: I soaked two tablets of metronidazole in a glass of water and rinsed my mouth with it. Although the mouth is full of bitterness, it is better than the painful method that makes people want to die.
It seemed to have played a role. I hurried to bed and wanted to put myself to sleep, but I woke up again around 12 o'clock. I suddenly thought of Ling Lingqi's A-film pain relief method, but unfortunately, in order to avoid being seen by my son, I deleted them all. Fortunately, the last 6 episodes of MONK have not been willing to finish, now it's time to ask them out.
In this way, MR.MONK spent a long night with me. When I saw the finale, the farewell song sounded. I was holding a mouthful of metronidazole and pinched Hegu, but it still flowed out uncontrollably. Tears. I swear, this is not the cause of the toothache, but a warm sadness that completely overwhelmed me. No amount of severe toothache can stop the moving. I'm really tough.
Although MONK kills one or two people in each episode, I always drink it as a bowl of bloody soul chicken soup. The warm feeling it gives is almost on the same level as "Friends".
Goodbye, MR.MONK, you are a pain reliever second only to A tablets.
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