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Later, Song Sanxi took Qin Xuelan to the master bedroom to see Zhong Chen.

There is no need to continue getting acupuncture tonight.

The filiform needles he left in Xiao Zhongchen's body will continue to work.

After entering, Zhong Chen lay down on the sofa and stared blankly at the curtains.

The light in the room was still so dim.

Qin Xuelan called Chenchen several times.

Zhong Chen looked back at her, then looked at the curtains again.

Song Sanxi was next to Qin Xuelan, and he didn't even look at her.

Qin Xuelan looked apologetic and said: "Chenchen, uncle Sanxi who played the harmonica last night and uncle Sanxi who made candied haws for you, he is here, don't you look at him?"

Zhong Chen then turned back and glanced at Song Sanxi.

Immediately, turn around and look at the curtains.

The snake-like wave pattern on the curtains really attracted him.

Song Sanxi was not embarrassed at all and whispered in Qin Xuelan's ear: "Go and take out all his medicine."

"Ah? This"

Qin Xuelan was surprised, but nodded and obeyed.

After a while, she searched a large plastic bag for medicine and brought it over.

There are Chinese medicines, Western medicines, tablets, pills, liquids, etc., all kinds of things, too many.

Song Sanxi holds it in his hand and feels at least four or five pounds.

He couldn't help but shake his head and said softly: "This child has suffered too much."

Qin Xuelan looked apologetic and glanced at her son distressedly.

Song Sanxi carried the medicine, came to the edge of the sofa, and shouted: "Chenchen, Chenchen"

After calling several times, Zhong Chen looked at him.

Then, his eyes fell on the medicine bag in his hand.

In an instant, the pale and thin face changed.

His eyes were full of fear.

He tilted his head, struggled on the sofa, and flinched.

Kick your legs and wave your hands.

The fear of drugs is real!

It's like it's engraved in my bones.

Song Sanxi smiled and said in an extremely friendly and magnetic voice:

"Chenchen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Starting today, we won't take medicine anymore. Really, we will never take medicine again."

"Believe me uncle, this is true."

"Come, uncle will take you out and throw away the medicine."

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It took a while before Zhong Chen calmed down.

His eyes, numb and confused, looked at Song Sanxi.

Again, look at mother.

Qin Xuelan smiled excitedly and nodded, "Chenchen, let's go, follow Uncle Sanxi, and mom will go too."

Song Sanxi hugged Zhong Chen.

He was somewhat resistant.

However, Song Sanxi's coat was open.

It's warm inside.

Zhong Chen's small body was still so cold even in his pajamas.

Under the warmth and nourishment, I became comfortable.

So, he relaxed.

In Song Sanxi's arms, a small ball nestled.

This eight-year-old boy is about the same age as a four- or five-year-old boy.

Too skinny.

In fact, the godfather felt pity in his heart.

Just hold him in his arms, carry the medicine bag, and go out.

Qin Xuelan's eyes became moist when she looked at this scene.

Brother Sanxi is such a good man.

How is that different from a loving father?

No difference!

Better than all the fathers in the world!

She sighed with emotion, almost crying, and quickly followed behind.

Not long after, the three of them came downstairs.

Got into Song Sanxi's car.

Song Sanxi, holding her child in her arms.

Call Qin Xuelan and drive to Binjiang Avenue.

Qin Xuelan felt very comfortable driving this luxury car.

Not long after, according to Song Sanxi's request, we arrived at the tail end of the south end of Binjiang Avenue.

The rain is heavier and heavier.

Qin Xuelan was in the car and took a big umbrella.

Song Sanxi held the child while she held an umbrella.

Three people squeezed under the umbrella, it was a bit crowded.

Qin Xuelan, close to Song Sanxi.

A scent of fragrance hits you.
Chapter completed!