Shu Yao and Liu's mother walked back tightly and rushed to the Magnolia Courtyard. They were sweating all over. Chuntao greeted her and said strangely:
"What's wrong?"
Liu's mother hurriedly said:
"Nothing, I'm in a hurry to come back and see the lady!"
Chuntao didn't think he was suspicious, walked in with them, and said as he walked:
"Grandma woke up and drank some chicken soup. She is using porridge now. I think the doctor's medicine works."
As he said that, he opened the curtain and entered the house. The room was warm, which was completely different from the situation the night before. Shu Yao went to the side to change her clothes and came to Shu Ya's room.
Shu Ya half sat on the couch, leaning against the hidden bag, using porridge bite, but her face was not very good.
Shu Yao stepped forward and took the bowl from Chunxia's hand, sat on the scoop and continued to feed the porridge. Shu Ya wanted to stop her, but she had to give up a spoonful of porridge.
After taking a few bites, Shu Ya suddenly smiled miserably:
"It seems like I've seen this situation."
Shu Yao knew that she was talking about the incident when their mother was seriously ill and their sisters took care of their mothers. She said sadly:
"If my mother was still there, she would probably be the one sitting here now..."
When it comes to this, the sisters are inevitably a little sad. Fortunately, five years have passed, and the pain that once severed her skin has faded a lot. Shu Ya said again:
"At that time, you started to study medicine with Mr. Sui. How have you been studying now?"
Shu Yao handed the handkerchief to Shu Ya and said:
"Mr. I don't think I can last long. From the beginning, I only taught me how to treat typhoid fever. Now I only have some research on this disease, but I don't know anything about it. For example, you were uncomfortable at that time, and I knew nothing about it in the female department.
Don't get started."
Shu Ya said:
"Mr. Sui is really strange. Why did you only teach this disease? Isn't it okay to use these same methods?"
Shu Yao shook her head, "I only realized after learning that this is a profound and profound knowledge to save patients. In the past five years, I have only studied this one, and I can only understand it a little."
But Liu's mother covered her mouth and said with a smile:
"Miss I don't know, our second lady is amazing. When I was in Yongzhou, someone had already come to see the second lady to treat her. But due to her identity, the second lady has received very few treatments. But as long as she receives the doctor, she only needs to receive the doctor.
All of them have been cured! Those who are grateful for it, just praise our second lady for being a wonderful rejuvenation and Hua Tuo is alive! The second lady has a name called "Mr. Mo Li". Now she is also a small person in Yongzhou.
Famous."
Shu Yao turned her head and angrily looked at Liu's mother and said:
"Mom, stop bragging, I'm so embarrassed! It's not that great!"
But Shu Ya was a little interested in hearing this, just thinking that her sister is a girl after all, and it is impossible for her to go out for medical consultation and just have a hobby, so she couldn't take it seriously. So she asked:
"Where is Mr. Sui? How are you doing now?"
Shu Yao helped her lie down, covered her with a quilt, and said:
"After you came here, Mr. Sui went out for a trip. I don't know where he went. I only left him with his notes and let me learn it myself."
Shu Ya remembered the weird old man with a white beard, and this was really something he could do.
Not long after, a faint cry sounded outside. It was Xi Crying Festival now. Although Shu Ya did not cry anymore, she was still sad. Although she couldn't pass by, she still kept in mind there. At this time,
He listened carefully, his face was confused and sad. Seeing this, Shu Yao gently explained the arrangements for the funeral.
The lost manuscript is slowly being filled. My husband asked me if I don’t give up. I said I wanted to be Xiaoqiang who can’t be beaten to death, and this difficulty is nothing! In fact, after thinking later, I thought that I had lost the damaged document.
If the manuscript is an important work material, wouldn’t I be even more devastating?
I feel a little bit better when I think about it this way.
I always feel that the rewriter is not as good as I wrote for the first time, and my feelings are not as abundant. Since I can't remember which ones have been explained and what they have not been explained, the background content may be repeated, and some may forget to say it.
Events will not be repeated, they are just explanations of small backgrounds.