President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Thinking of Aibao's illness, Qin Su's heart twitched again.

She has already contacted the medical research team in Chicago, and sent Aibo's relevant materials and pathological samples, hoping that the other party can help her test it.

But it has been a week, and there is still no movement.

The waiting process is so frustrating.

"Ah, ma'am!" The servant came in from the outside and hurried forward to ask for help, "Why are you cooking by yourself again? You have worked so hard at work, so let me do this little thing!"

"I'm not tired," Qin Su shook her head with a smile, "Just now I said I'm going to make tomato baked beans for Aibo."

Of course what was promised must be done.

Seeing this, the servant couldn't persuade him anymore.

I had no choice but to nod, "Madam, you should do it first, just cook this dish, leave the rest to me, I'll go out and clean up first."

After saying this, the servant went out.

Looking up, he saw the white coat at the entrance.

A white coat like this one worn from the hospital needs to be washed every day to keep it clean and hygienic.

The servant took off his white coat, took out his pockets, and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon, he took out the medicine box in his pocket.

After quickly glancing at the name on it, the servant blushed, quickly stuffed the medicine box back, and hung the white coat back to the entrance.

Pretend nothing happened and leave quickly.

What's the situation?

Aibao was sitting on the sofa with a dazed face, looking at the servant's back, wanting to ask the servant what he took out of the white coat.

"Aunt Zhou, what's in my mommy's pocket?" Aibao asked.

The servant hurriedly covered Aibao's mouth, "It's nothing, Aibao, don't tell your mommy that I just rummaged through the pockets of her white coat."

Such exhortations made Xiao Ai even more curious.

What the hell is it? Why don't you tell Mommy?

Aunt Zhou obviously put it back in her pocket, and she's not a thief, so why didn't she let it be said.

Aibao really couldn't figure out this problem in her little head.

Moreover, she was also very curious about what was in Mommy's pocket.

Sitting on the sofa struggling and hesitating for a while, Aibao ran to check Qin Su's white coat.

But she couldn't understand the above medical terms at all, and only remembered a long string of complicated words.

"Aibao, it's time for dinner, do you want to go out to play?" In the kitchen, Qin Su saw Aibao standing at the entrance from the corner of her eyes, and asked.

Aibao immediately stuffed the medicine box back into the white coat, "I'm not going out, Mommy, I'm going to wash my hands and wait for dinner."

"Remember to go upstairs and call brother." Qin Su said.

Aibao said yes, and ran upstairs to find Kebao.

In the children's room, Kebao was sitting in front of the desk, and on the desk was a pile of fragmented electronic components. At this moment, he was holding a small welding torch, making the circuit boards he needed with great precision.

It was originally a matter of concentration, but when he heard Aibo panting because of running, he immediately threw away the things in his hand, poured water and stuffed it into Aibo's hand.

"Why are you running away, drink some water, idiot, have you forgotten how bitter Mommy's Chinese patent medicine is?" Kebao said with a straight face.

Although he was scolded by his brother, Aibao felt warm in his heart.

She took a few sips from the cup, and her breathing finally came back, "Brother, Mommy made baked beans with tomatoes today, let's go down and eat!"

"I won't eat today," Kebao refused without thinking, "I have to make the electronic components of this flying chess, and it will be delivered tomorrow.

The other party has already made an appointment with me. As long as the electronic components I make meet their standards, they will help me write a letter of recommendation and ask me to see a famous doctor, who will definitely cure your illness, sister. "