Song Chun'an adjusted the toes and heels of her socks, scratched the soles of her feet, and saw her retract her feet with a smile on her face, so she said slowly:

Just like that Meng Shu, it is said that he only learned four stitches, no matter how many people he treated, no matter how many stitches he pricked, he would only get these four stitches.

My daughter is different from him, I know. You are smart, you will know the thing at a glance, you must have figured out the truth in it, and the sect that never deviates from its sect will not play how you want to play in the future?

Not to mention thirteen stitches, one hundred and thirty stitches will not be difficult for you. Dad thinks you must be more tolerant than the old-timers who came up with this ghost doctor's thirteen needles in the first place. ”

In the face of such a brainless blow from his father, what else can Song Ci say?

"Hehe, low-key and low-key, this can't really be compared with people, don't talk too much, it's a bit of a bully. ”

It's just that the ancients can't get out of it to justify themselves, and it's not good to win.

Song Chunan put on small cotton shoes for her and carried her to the bathroom first.

"You're still low-key? ”

After the two of them came out after washing, Song Chunan skillfully braided her daughter, tied a pink bow, and finally combed her bangs twice, which was done.

He glanced at his daughter-in-law, who was still not noisy on the bed, squatted down and took his daughter's little hand with confidence, and asked in a low voice:

"Girl, tell me the truth to your father, what effect do you have on the needle you pricked Old Man Zang?"

Song Ci was a little unaccustomed to her father speaking so solemnly, blinked his eyes, leaned close to his ear and said:

"Healer. Daddy is so stupid, hee-hee. ”

Song Chun'an couldn't do anything about the girl with a hippie smile, but seeing that she was standing and not as tall as his squatting, he felt that it was nothing, so he said patiently:

"What's the deal with that stench? Someone is going to ask you in a moment, and Daddy will talk to you first. ”

Is this a collusion?

Phew, she didn't do anything bad, she didn't have to be weak.

Song Ci thought for a moment and said tentatively:

"Probably, it's forcing out the exhaust gas accumulated in his body, just like cleaning up garbage?"

Song Chunan understood in seconds, and a reassuring smile appeared on his face.

"It's the same as when you prick a pig with a needle, forcing out the bad things in your body, and the disease will slowly get better, right?"

Song Ci nodded and shook his head:

"It's different, he's a human being and not a pig, but he has to be well raised, and he can't be all sick. ”

She said incoherently, but Song Chun'an's father understood barrier-free.

"You mean, the old man is old, and there are some problems on his body that can be cured, but the body parts are getting older and aging, this is fate, and you can't cure this, right?"

"Yes, Horn?" Song Ci thought for a moment and nodded.

Probably that's what it means, the words are not rough, she is a human being, not a god, and she treats diseases but not lives.

Song Chun'an's mind turned quickly, and he asked one more question:

"But if you help him clean up the garbage that has been stored in his body for all these years, and he is lighter, will he be better than before?

Song Ci tilted her head and thought about it along her father's train of thought, like, there is nothing wrong?

"Possibly?"

Song Chunan smiled suddenly.

He has a lot of confidence in his daughter!

The question was almost inseparable, and he knew it in his heart, so he pondered about talking about Maomao.

"Girl, do you remember Brother Maomao who went with us to the south to fight the flood and relieve the disaster? ”

Song Ci has a good memory, and after a little thought, she remembered, nodded, and looked at her father curiously.

"Remember, what's wrong with Brother Maomao?"