I'm your little girl

With great difficulty, Jiang Xun got rid of those two bastards and walked to the school gate, and saw Wei Siqi standing there for a while.

Wei Siqi waved her hand and said hello: "I forgot to say, I'm going home today too."

Jiang Xun asked casually, "How do you want to go back?"

"What about you?" Wei Siqi asked instead.

"Bus."

Jiang Xun nodded and walked to the nearby bus booth.

"Brother Xun, do you want to go to the hospital or go home?"

"Hospital."

"Where to go? There is an old Chinese doctor in the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is not bad."

"I don't like to drink Chinese medicine." Time is so tight, and she doesn't want to see Chen Meifen's debt-collecting face, "Western medicine is more convenient."

Wei Siqi paused and nodded: "That's right, but traditional Chinese medicine is more stable. I also want to say that my home is near the school. If you want to decoct medicine, I can do it for you. After all, Western medicine is quick to work but unstable."

Jiang Xun who took western medicine a few times and burned for several days: "..."

Jiang Xun thought about it carefully, and asked her again: "What's the last name of that old Chinese doctor?"

"My surname is Huang. Otherwise, I'll go with you. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go home."

Jiang Xun, who originally only thought about backup, said, "...Okay."

It was the evening rush hour at this time, and there were many students and white-collar workers coming off work. Jiang Xun's high school happened to be located in the city center, and it was crowded when they finally waited for a bus.

Wei Siqi guarded Jiang Xun outside, just in time for Jiang Xun to lean against the iron railing inside the bus, and she held Jiang Xun in her arms with both hands.

There were so many people and the air in the car was extremely poor. Jiang Xun's face turned pale as soon as he got into the car. Wei Siqi took out a Thai Eight Immortals tube from the small compartment of his schoolbag with one hand and handed it to Jiang Xun: "Try it."

The cold mint stimulation made Jiang Xun tremble. Jiang Xun sniffled and took a breath, feeling that the world was different.

Wei Siqi saw that Jiang Xun was about to stuff her schoolbag after using up the Eight Immortal Tube, so she hurriedly said, "I'll take care of it for you."

Jiang Xun paused for a moment before taking it back.

Sure enough, I still dislike it, thinking that drinking the same bottle of drink will be different.

Jiang Xun glanced at Wei Siqi out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep his face calm.

Seeming to see through Jiang Xun's thoughts, Wei Siqi said, "You can still use it if you keep it, it's very refreshing."

As she spoke, she unscrewed the Eight Immortals tube and sucked it herself before returning it to Jiang Xun, "You put it away."

The bus was overcrowded. When she said this, she leaned against Jiang Xun's chest, and Jiang Xun seemed to smell a good smell in a trance.

It smells like roses?

Sweet.

It smells better and stronger than the mint flavor of the Baxian tube.

The mint flavor of the Eight Immortals tube evaporated quickly, and the unpleasant smell inside the car became stronger again. Jiang Xun inhaled the Eight Immortals tube a few more times, feeling like an addict...orz.

Embarrassed by his own thoughts, Jiang Xun couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was really embarrassed to laugh and held back until his face and facial features were a little distorted.

"What's wrong? Are you still suffering?" Wei Siqi suddenly pressed his forehead against Jiang Xun's, "It's not burned."

Nice smell of roses...

Indeed, it smells better than the mint flavor of the Eight Immortals Tube.

Wei Siqi: "Brother Xun, your face is so red, please bear with me, you will be at the stop soon."

As she spoke, she gently stroked the back of Fu Jiangxun's head with her hand. Jiangxun felt that she needed to seek medical attention immediately!

The bus stopped and went, and finally arrived at the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Wei Siqi asked Jiang Xun to wait in the department first, and then went to register by himself.

Wei Siqi: "It's fine if I come. You are a patient, so rest well."

Jiang Xun followed the instructions and found the department all the way. There were many women and children on the waiting benches, and occasionally a few middle-aged men.

Probably the feeling of the hospital is too serious and calm, the children are very well-behaved, not crying loudly.

"Mom, can you go first, there are a lot of people and we will come back later."

Jiang Xun followed the sound and saw a four or five-year-old boy tugging on his mother's sleeve and talking in a low voice.

"No, you will be skipped after leaving in a while, and then you can delay for another day."

The little boy flattened his mouth and looked aggrieved: "But the medicine is so bitter."

"No, my mother told you that you can only get better if you are sick by taking medicine." The young mother was very patient, "If it wasn't very bitter, look at the sister over there, she is not afraid of taking medicine when she is sick."

The little boy looked over with wide eyes, expecting Jiang Xun to tell the truth—the medicine is really bitter.

Jiang Xun who was inexplicably named: "..."

Although traditional Chinese medicine is very bitter, you still have to drink it. For the sake of the future of the motherland, and to educate the flowers of the motherland, Jiang Xun said out of conscience: "The medicine is really not bitter." After finishing speaking, he nodded to make this sentence more credible. .

The little boy gave Jiang Xun a suspicious look, and threw himself into his mother's arms again: "But I really feel so bitter... woo woo woo..."

Jiang Xun: "..." So you see what my purpose is.

Wei Siqi came to look for Jiang Xun after finishing her work, and what she saw was her depressed face.

"Brother Xun," she raised the registration form in her hand, "we'll be here later."

The little boy was still sobbing softly: "I really don't want to see a doctor... woo woo woo..."

Wei Siqi saw that Jiang Xun was staring at that side all the time, and patted Jiang Xun's head: "Brother Xun is also afraid, right?"

Jiang Xun: "That's not true, I'm already such an adult."

Jiang Xun no longer remembered if she had a similar experience.

Jiang's father's job determined that he would never find anyone when he was busy. Chen Meifen only provided Jiang Xun with food and lodging, and when Jiang Xun fell ill, he would definitely ask the doctor to prescribe western medicine—she had no patience for Jiang Xun's decoction.

Although western medicine has quick effect, it is unstable and easy to relapse. Children with poor physique are prone to relapse.

Jiang Xun had a record of taking western medicine and burning it for several days. Later, he heard people talking about it at night. When he was a child, his parents were chasing after him with a bowl of dark medicine. , Jiang Xun smiled on his face, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It seems that Jiang Xun’s childhood didn’t have that bowl of black potion, nor did he have the white air with medicinal fragrance rising from the casserole.

It sounds enviable.

However, only those who have experienced it will know what it feels like.

If Jiang's father came home, there should still be one.

Jiang Xun was a little uncertain.

After all, he still really loves this daughter.

Occasionally see such a scene, or a little envious ah.

Jiang Xun sighed inaudibly.

The little boy didn't let go of his mother's sleeve, and the sleeve was deformed.

His mother coaxed him softly, without the slightest impatience.

After the mother and son in front had finished their treatment, Wei Siqi pushed Jiang Xun: "Brother Xun, it's our turn."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Xun came back to his senses and hurriedly followed Wei Siqi.

When the doctor took the pulse, Wei Siqi sat beside her, staring intently at Jiang Xun's wrist, "Doctor Huang, is she so serious?"

Dr. Huang took the pulse and shook the pen in his hand: "Is it too cold to kick the quilt at night?"

Jiang Xun: "..."

Dr. Huang didn't even lift his eyelids: "I'm born weak, so I usually don't pay much attention to it. Grades are important, but the body is also important, okay?! It's interesting to read when the body is broken..."

It seems that Dr. Huang has come into contact with such patients a lot, and when he talked about this kind of talk, he was drawing ghost symbols on the paper while chanting: "You young people——"

Wei Siqi interrupted him: "Doctor Huang, what did you mean by weak body?"

"Oh, she is yin deficient and usually gets angry easily," Dr. Huang didn't notice the topic being diverted, and went straight down Wei Siqi's path, "I usually drink Polygonatum ginseng water, which is available outside Don't drink that raisin drink..."

Jiang Xun: "..." The doctor still talked a lot.

She raised her eyes to Wei Siqi, who followed the doctor's words bit by bit, seeming to quite agree.

Wei Siqi: "Brother Xun, do you have a casserole for decocting medicine at home?"

"It seems not." Jiang Xun was not very sure.

Wei Siqi pursed her lips: "I want to say, you take a piece of medicine and fry it tonight, and I will help you with the rest. My home is near the school, so you can go to class tomorrow. I will cook the medicine at home and give it to you." You bring it."

"Huh? No need, I can do it myself." Jiang Xun was a little flattered. Wei Siqi was a little too nice to her. It seems that the hotel also cooks medicine for guests.

"Hey, but my mother and I have discussed it. It seems that it is not good to release my mother's pigeons like this."

Jiang Xun: "???!!!"

She couldn't react to what was going on.

Jiang Xun: "This is too much trouble for your mother."

Wei Siqi: "No, no, she just lost her job recently and is quite free."

Jiang Xun: "..." Is this really good?

"Then your father—"

Before Jiang Xun finished speaking, Wei Siqi interrupted, "I don't have a father," she emphasized again, "Brother Xun, my family only has me and my mother."