She really hopes that Song Zixuan will be a little uglier, so that his love will not be so prosperous, and then she can feel at ease
Song Zixuan pinched her shoulder from behind, "Hurry up, it's really itchy." After saying that, he freed his hand to touch her face.
Zhong Zhenzhen verbally said to slow down, but in fact he speeded up unknowingly. Zhong Xiaozhe didn't even think about going down to buy some snacks.
After arriving at the hospital, Zhong Zhenzhen accompanied Song Zixuan to see the doctor first.
After queuing up for registration, Song Zixuan felt that his face was twitching, because he didn't dare to scratch it with his hands, he only dared to touch it, but it didn't relieve the itching. Song Zixuan was so uncomfortable that he almost collapsed, and he cursed Zhong Zhenzhen in his heart.
a hundred times
After seeing Song Zixuan's condition, the doctor concluded that it was an allergy, and then prescribed some medicine for him and asked him to apply it on his face and he would be fine.
Song Zixuan looked at the few ointments and asked disgustedly: "Are you sure these medicines can cure me?" He always went to private hospitals. He really didn't dare to use medicines prescribed by such big hospitals, especially if they were applied on the ointment.
on the face
"You are really weird. If you don't believe me, you don't have to come here." The medicine seller was angry and had a bad temper.
Song Zixuan was about to lose his temper. Does this person no longer want to stay in this hospital?
Zhong Zhenzhen pulled him over and said, "What are you arguing about? This medicine won't kill anyone if you put it on your face."
Song Zixuan muttered, "Of course, I'm not smearing it on your face."
Zhong Zhenzhen ignored him and picked up Zhong Xiaozhe, "Let's go see your godfather."
Song Zixuan didn't say anything and followed immediately
Entering Qin Hanliang's ward, he was chatting with Old Man Qin
"It's true." Qin Hanliang saw her at a glance, and saw the thermos box in her hand, and said with a smile: "What delicious food did you bring for me?"
"Chicken soup" Zhong Zhenzhen put the chicken soup on the table and scooped out a bowl for each of the father and son.
Song Zixuan stood at the door, thinking, you are lucky to be able to drink the soup made by me, Song Zixuan, in this life.
Qin Hanliang took a sip and gave a thumbs up: "It tastes good."
"Really?" Zhong Zhenzhen said proudly, "Then I'll do it for you next time."
"Did you do it?" Qin Hanliang looked at her approvingly and said, "It's really good. It seems that you learned a lot from me."
Zhong Zhenzhen acquiesced, "If you like to drink it, I'll make it for you next time, but next time you don't have to be in the hospital."