Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Seeing the smile on his face, Song Qingzhu was speechless for a while, and said angrily, "Your uncle fell on his arm. I will take your uncle to the hospital now. Don't run around here by yourself!"

When Rong Jingchen heard this, he immediately became nervous: "Is my uncle okay?"

"As long as you're obedient, you'll be fine."

Rong Jingchen made a small face, said "Oh", and obediently jumped back.

There were only staff on duty left in the hospital at the moment, Song Qingzhu called the orthopedic doctor, and was relieved to make sure that Rong Junchu hadn't hurt any bones.

"It should be that the ligament was pulled and the muscle was injured. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to get you some medicine. You don't need to type with this hand for the next two days." Song Qingzhu explained and pushed Rong Junchu back.

Rong Jingchen was already lying on the bed and fell asleep, Song Qingzhu sighed, stretched out his hand to cover him with a quilt, and spread the quilt that Rong Junchu brought on it.

"Today you can sleep on the bed, I'll just sleep on the chair."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu raised his eyebrows, "You didn't intend to sleep with me?"

Song Qingzhu choked on his words, moved him to the bed silently, and covered him with the quilt again, "You should pay more attention to rest and give priority to patients. I still have this virtue."

Song Qingzhu turned on the night light, tossed and tossed a few times, and now he felt sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.

Looking at her sleeping face, Rong Junchu's eyes flickered, but he couldn't see any emotion.

In the middle of the night, Song Qingzhu seemed to hear something, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes at all. He only felt his body warmed up a lot, so he fell into a deeper dream.

Song Qingzhu woke up, the two people on the bed were still sleeping, and noticed that there was an extra blanket on their bodies, Song Qingzhu's eyes darkened, he glanced at Rong Junchu complicatedly, and then tiptoed out.

He took the medicine for Rong Junchu, and went to change the medicine for Aunt Yan.Because he was going to Aunt Yan's house to change the medicine later, Song Qingzhu followed to identify the door.

Aunt Yan's home is nearby, a nice two-story building. Song Qingzhu settled Aunt Yan, put her on a drip, and sat beside her waiting for her dressing to be changed.

His eyes suddenly caught a notebook in the corner, and someone opened it, revealing a piano score inside.

Aunt Yan followed her gaze and said with a smile, "Doctor Song is also interested in music scores?"

Song Qingzhu withdrew his gaze, nodded and smiled, "I've learned a little bit, I didn't expect Aunt Yan to understand it too."

Aunt Yan waved her hand and said with a smile, "I don't understand, that's me..." When she said this, she paused, "A... a friend left me here."

Song Qingzhu knew it in her heart, and her eyes still stayed on the score. Just after reading a few notes, she felt that this piece of music should be good.

"If Doctor Song likes it, I'll give it to you." Aunt Yan said.

Song Qingzhu was overjoyed and didn't notice Aunt Yan's complex eyes: "Thank you very much then." She was indeed very interested in this music score.

This is a notebook, with a lot of music scores written on it, and there are still many traces of deletions and changes. It must be commonly used by the original owner.Song Qingzhu was pleasantly surprised to find that the original owner's musical attainments were very good, and the tunes he wrote were very interesting.

"Aunt Yan, please lend me this notebook first. If the owner of this notebook comes to ask for it, then let him go to Linchuan No. 1 People's Hospital to look for me."

"Okay." Aunt Yan replied casually, showing a complex expression in a corner that Song Qingzhu didn't see, like fear, guilt, and sigh...

Just when he was about to leave, Song Qingzhu saw Rong Jingchen pushing Rong Junchu over.

"Xiao Qingqing, you let us find it easily!" Rong Jingchen complained in a low voice.

Aunt Yan looked at the two of them, her gaze stayed on Rong Junchu for a moment, and she asked cautiously, "Doctor Song, is this your husband?"

Just as Song Qingzhu wanted to explain, Rong Jingchen came over and opened the medicine she had given to Rong Junchu in advance, and skillfully pasted it on for Rong Junchu.

Aunt Yan glanced at his movements, he was so proficient at such a young age, it should be Dr. Song's child.

Thinking about it, he said, "I didn't expect Dr. Song to be so young, not only with superb medical skills, but even a child so old."

Song Qingzhu was taken aback: "He doesn't—"

Rong Jingchen interrupted before he finished speaking, "Grandma, do Xiao Qingqing and I look like mother and son?"

"Like!" Aunt Yan smiled and continued, "It's more like your father."

Song Qingzhu raised his head and took a peek at Rong Junchu, his face was expressionless, and he didn't think about Rong Jingchen's joke.

She breathed a sigh of relief, it would be a bit embarrassing for her to explain again for this sake.

Song Qingzhu changed the subject and asked, "Aunt Yan, are there any pianos for sale in the nearby town?"

"There is none in the town, but I have an electronic piano that I bought for decoration at home. It was played by my grandson when he was a child. If you don't mind it, use it. It's in the first room on the left on the first floor."

Song Qingzhu thanked him and left with his notebook.

Although it is an electronic piano, it is barely usable. There are a few places in the music score where the turning point is a little blunt. Song Qingzhu changed it and copied it by hand.

After playing a song, Rong Junchu was already standing by the door with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to play the piano."

Song Qingzhu withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and lied, "At any rate, I also have a girlfriend who is a queen. Under her influence, it's not surprising that I know these things."

Rong Jun gave her a first glance, but didn't speak.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, Song Qingzhu coughed lightly, looked at his arm, "The bruises are quite serious, I'll rub some ointment on you later."

"Ah."

Rong Junchu moved his hand, "The dean said that you gave him a card, which was donated by colleagues in the hospital."

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu laughed dryly, "I just see that the medical and health conditions here are really bad, and better equipment can help a little bit."

"It seems that foreign doctors make money, and they can make millions." Rong Junchu looked at her with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Song Qingzhu laughed dryly: "How can I say that my master is also Pei Zhen, and there are many rich people abroad. I have good medical skills, so it is reasonable to charge a higher fee."

The more Song Qingzhu talked, the more guilty he felt, and he always felt that Rong Junchu's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

Rong Junchu didn't ask any more questions, and Song Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief.

Going downstairs, Song Qingzhu pulled out the needle for Aunt Yan, looked at the wound again, and said, "Tomorrow and weekend, I will come over to hang up for you when I have time, or the nurse on duty from the hospital will come over, and you should stay at home carefully." Been resting for a few months."

"Thank you, Doctor Song." Aunt Yan said, watching them leave.

Because he had to grind the medicine powder for Rong Junchu, Song Qingzhu asked for leave after prescribing the medicine and went back.

It's still the same medicine as last time, but one white peony root is missing.

Song Qingzhu put the medicinal materials into the jar of grinding medicine one by one, when she heard the phone ring, she glanced at the incoming call, then at Rong Junchu who was not far away, picked up the phone and walked a little further away.

Rong Jun looked at her with a frown.