Wear 70 with the Taobao system

Although the flu this time cannot be cured, later everyone also figured out that some traditional Chinese medicine can still play a certain role.

This prescription was developed after Xiang Nuan's constant "inquiries" after she returned from the capital, and was researched by the Shi family and other veteran Chinese medicine practitioners. It is currently being given to those who are infected.

With the convenience of the Medicinal Materials City, there is no shortage of Chinese medicine here in Ontario.

However, this prescription also depends on the individual's physical condition. For some people, the effect will be significantly improved after a few doses, while for others it will not help at all.

Xiang Nuan felt that Tang Heping was in good physical condition and should be able to have some effect. He didn't want an immediate cure, but as long as it didn't get serious, that would be fine.

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Nuan looked up at the room. He could still vaguely hear a cough. It was hard to tell whether it was his.

She continued to sit there, occasionally seeing the shadow passing through the window.

This guy was disobedient. He said he was going to rest, but he was still wandering around the house.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the harmonica. She looked around and saw that it seemed to be coming from Tang Heping's room.

She didn't recognize the melody at first, but as she listened, she figured it out.

Xiang Nuan sat there without moving, listening to the uncomfortable harmonica sound, and couldn't help but think about the worst ending of things. Whenever she couldn't control her mind and wanted to think about the worst ending, she would quickly stop it. , when you can't stop it, pinch yourself hard and use pain to stop your random thoughts.

Suddenly, the tune changed and turned into a cheerful tune.

"The Train Runs to Shaoshan", is this urging her to go home?

When did he discover himself?

Xiang Nuan looked toward the window and saw Tang Heping standing at the window at some point, looking in her direction.

When the song ended, the two looked at each other for about ten seconds from a hundred meters apart. Then Tang Heping turned and left. After a while, a piece of paper was pasted on the window, a newspaper with three big letters written on it. The words, "go back quickly".

Xiang Nuan bit his lip, stood up slowly, smiled at the person behind the window, waved again, and then turned and left.

During the days when Tang Changning was quarantined in the work unit, Xiang Nuan would come over every other day, and each time he would bring a homemade meal. Tang Heping would play a song for her on top, but he couldn't play the rest because he didn't have enough air.

Knowing that he has little appetite now, the portions are small.

As the weather gets hotter and hotter, the flu across the country is gradually under control.After Tang Heping was quarantined for half a month, his physical parameters gradually returned to normal.

But for his own safety and the safety of others, he still needs to be quarantined for a week. If there are no problems, he will be allowed to leave and go home.

At the same time, other suspected cases of infection in Ontario are slowly decreasing, and the symptoms of some severely isolated patients have also improved, and everything is moving in a good direction.

Xiang Nuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to relax too much. All agencies and units still strictly implemented the above epidemic prevention policies.

In May, the epidemic in Beijing was also under control, and some people recovered and were discharged from the hospital.

The news spread to various places through television, and the people's hearts were relieved.

In mid-May, the influenza epidemic in Ontario was fully controlled, and major schools and units began to resume classes and work.

Tang Heping, who had stayed in the workplace for another half month after being quarantined, finally packed up and went home.

When Tang Heping returned home, the nanny and driver were not there, but a very familiar fragrance came from the house.

When he walked into the kitchen, he heard familiar sounds, the pleasant sound of a spatula hitting an iron pot, and then the rhythmic tapping of a kitchen knife on the chopping board.

He leaned against the kitchen door with his hands folded across his chest, with a slight smile on his lips: "Secretary Tao is cooking some delicious food."

Xiang Nuan answered him without turning his head: "One Coke chicken wings and one stir-fried pork liver. I have washed this liver many times. I guarantee it will be tender and tasteless when you eat it. It will be delicious."

Tang Heping: "Then I'll have to eat two more bowls of rice later."

He shoveled towards Nuan, turned down the heat, wiped his hand on his apron and took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to turn around.

Tang Heping seemed to have shrunk a size, losing at least ten pounds. His chin was thin and pointed, his hair was a bit long, and his beard had not been shaved for a few days, and it was almost like a beard.

The weather is getting hot now, but he is still wearing a long-sleeved shirt. The shirt is rolled up at his elbows, making him look even thinner.

Xiang Nuan's eyes were red. How much suffering must he have suffered to become so thin?

Tang Heping opened his hands, stepped forward without waiting for her to approach, held her in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and all he could smell was the aroma of the food.

He said: "Secretary Tao, I'm back safely."

Xiang Nuan nodded and touched his back. He felt that the protruding shoulder blades were a bit prickly. If he touched the ribs on the back, they were all clearly defined.

Tang Heping said deliberately: "I haven't taken a shower or eaten yet. If I touch it again, something will happen."

Xiang Nuan hit him and continued groping with his hands. Alas, his thin buttocks were no longer raised.

Tang Heping chuckled, his tone much more cheerful: "I just lost a little weight, everything else is fine."

How could he be fine? Xiang Nuan decided to take him to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow, especially to check the condition of his lungs, and to administer Chinese medicine.

Xiang Nuan let him go: "I've put your clothes in the bathroom for you. Go take a shower and you can eat later."

Tang Heping deliberately pricked her with the stubble on her chin before letting go.

When Tang Heping appeared in the kitchen with a new look, Xiang Nuan's dinner was also ready.

There are four dishes in total. The old hen soup contains some medicinal herbs to replenish vitality, but not much. She asked Shi Qingjun about it, but Shi Qingjun said not to put more, so she didn't put more.

A Coke chicken wing, a fried pork liver, and a plate of water spinach.

The couple sat on one side, and Xiang Nuan served him soup. After a bowl of soup, Tang Heping felt alive.

He looked at the stir-fried pork liver, which looked very refreshing. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's really tender and has no fishy smell. How do you do it?"

Xiang Nuan: "After cutting, wash it several times until the water is clear, then soak it in rice wine for about ten minutes, then rinse it with water, drain it and stir-fry..."

The couple chatted quietly, and the warm scene was just like that of an ordinary couple.