Jian Yuelan responded, ran in both directions with the child.
"Mother!"
The little kid made a milky sound and had a bright smile on his little fat face.
"Mom is back."
Jian Yuelan picked him up and asked with a smile, "Do you miss mom?"
"think!"
The child put his little hands around her neck and kissed her affectionately, "I don't feel like eating even if mommy isn't here."
The corner of the old lady's mouth that slowly followed her twitched. She really didn't notice that it wasn't delicious, and her appetite was the same as usual.
"That's really pitiful. Mom will eat it with you tonight, and it will taste better."
At this point, she was keenly aware that something was wrong.
The child smells like purple liquid.
Under what circumstances would violet liquid be used?
He must have been injured to use violet.
Thinking of this, her heart tightened and she said anxiously, "Doudou, are you injured?"
The child's eyes suddenly widened and he said in surprise, "Mom, how did you know?"
As he said that, he stretched out his little hand and said, "I smashed the wooden man into pieces and broke the skin on my hands. My grandma took me to see the doctor, who gave me medicine."
Looking at his chubby hands stained purple, Jian Yuelan was silent for two seconds and said, "Move your fingers and let mom see."
"good."
He moved his fingers and made a comforting sound, "Mom, it doesn't hurt."
How could this not hurt?
The child's flesh is so tender that it hurts like she was injured when she was a child.
It's just tolerable.
"right……"
"Stop it."
As soon as the apologetic old lady started talking, Jian Yuelan interrupted Wen Sheng and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Children grow up after stumbling. Please relax."
No matter who takes care of the child, it is inevitable that the child will suffer skin injuries, no matter how minor or serious they are.
"Yes, it has nothing to do with Tai Nai. It was because I was too strong and hit the wooden man and broke it. It's not Tai Nai's fault."
The child's milky sounds followed him to comfort him, and the old lady smiled when she heard the sound, "Okay, I understand."
Jian Yuelan was sensitive to emotions and noticed that the old lady still felt guilty.
Then came the sentence——
"Be happy, I won't let you and grandpa take care of Doudou if this continues."
"Otherwise, next time there is some skin injury, you will feel guilty and I will feel uncomfortable."
old lady,"……"
I have been around for a long time, this is the first time I heard such advice.
Little Doudou thought about it for a long time and then choked out a sentence——
"Mom, why do you feel so guilty because you are so guilty?"
"Because Mom failed to fulfill her motherly responsibilities and left you in the care of Tai Nai and the others, which made Tai Nai and them feel guilty. Do you think Mom should feel uncomfortable?"
"Should!"
Jian Yuelan looked at the old lady, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard."
The old lady didn't dare to feel guilty now, and said seriously, "I don't feel guilty anymore, so don't feel bad either."
"must."
Jian Yuelan kissed her fat son and said with a smile, "When you go back, mom will wash your hands and use the ointment made by grandpa."
When it comes to medicine for injuries, she still needs medicine from her father.
"good."
So, after arriving home, Jian Yuelan washed the child's hands and checked his knuckles and injuries. When she saw that the problem was not serious, she was completely relieved.
"I forgot to tell you before. Next time this happens, you don't have to go to the hospital. You can apply the medicine in this small black jar to the wound first, then wash it off after five minutes and replace it with the ointment in the white jar."
She warned the two elders while handling the child's hands.
The old man said oh, took the black jar and looked at the ointment inside, smelled it again, then took some and applied it on the back of his hand.
I didn't feel it at first, but after about a minute, I felt a faint but unignorable coolness on the back of my hand.
He asked in surprise, "How can this be refreshing?"
"This is mainly used for sterilization. I don't understand why it cools down."
Pharmacy is a profound knowledge. Anyway, as a person with no talent in medicine, she has never understood the proportions of her father's preparations and the selected medicinal materials.
She couldn't understand or remember what was said, so she didn't bother to embarrass herself.
"Is it the wound medicine you're applying now?"
"Um."
"Is this wound medicine effective?"
"It's very good. I've been using it since I was a child. Thanks to this medicine, I don't have any scars on my body."
"Golden sore medicine?"
"no."
Her father can also make medicine for gold sores, but the medicine for gold sores is not as effective as this and will leave scars.
Then his father searched through all the ancient prescriptions and medicines at home, and thought up and improved this medicine.
“Can this drug be produced on a large scale?”
Jian Yuelan understood the hidden meaning of the old man's words. After two seconds of silence, she shook her head, "No."
It is possible and impossible to hand it over.
Medicine is a hugely profitable industry, and it is impossible for Jian's family to hand over the prescriptions until they are ready to enter the pharmaceutical market.
Her father and seventh brother's dream has always been to make affordable medicines so that people can have medicines and afford them.
The old man still wanted to speak, but the old lady slapped him and said, "You have already stepped down. Even if you haven't quit, you can't get involved in medicine."
It's not a system.
"When you get old, you should be an old man who is not annoying."
As soon as these words came out, the old man shut up decisively.
However, his eyes secretly looked at Jian Yuelan, making her dumbfounded. He comforted her, "You don't have to do this. This medicine really cannot be mass-produced, and the quality of the medicinal materials is very high."
"There are also many types of medicinal materials needed."
"Just this small jar, my dad had to save the medicinal materials for a long time to get it together."
Fortunately, the can is durable.
The old man didn't think she would lie to him, but he still couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and said, "My ancestors left behind a lot of good things, what a pity."
It's a pity indeed.
However, it is a pity that it is useless. Under the torrent of the times, the power of an individual is pitifully small, and there is a limit to what he can do if he is determined.
"alright."
After finishing handling the child's hands, Jian Yuelan collected the things and was about to put them away, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Daji tentatively stretching his hands towards the cabinet.
"Ahem..."
She cleared her throat, and Daji immediately retracted his paw and licked it.
Then, like a carefree cat, he held his tail and took elegant cat steps back to the cat's nest, huddled together with Meimei and the others, who were sleeping in an unsteady state.
He's quite good at pretending.
Jian Yuelan shook her head and said to Doudou, "Son, go and teach Daji and the others cat virtues. Mom will go see if your wooden man can still be repaired."
"good."
The child responded and ran to the cat's nest with swaying steps to teach Daji and the others an ideological and moral lesson.
Jian Yuelan went to the yard to look at the wooden figures.
The wooden man's death was really miserable. His head was broken, his arms were broken, and his body was also broken.
There were scattered pieces of wood on the ground.
Jian Yuelan felt strange, how did her son practice boxing, and how could he be divided into pieces like a wooden man and five horses?
Just as I was thinking about it, the old man who came out said something -
"Can it be fixed?"
"Can't fix it."
She dropped the completely broken piece of wood in her hand and sighed, "There is still a long way to go."
With her fat son's strength and control, it seems like she has to prepare a lot of wood.
Otherwise there won't be enough wooden people for him.