"How long do you have this needle?"

After the mother drank the medicine, she was carried to the door panel with the futon, and the silver needles on her body trembled and looked like she couldn't fall off.

Yin Nanfeng looked uneasy, and turned around and asked the student.

Song Ci never dared to relax his control over his mental power, and if he was not careful, it would be the price of blood.

She could clearly feel that after leaving her for a distance, her control of mental power would become slightly weaker.

She puffed up her face and said to herself, I knew it was so.

"Teacher, I don't know. ”

Sure enough, Yin Nanfeng frowned and said:

"Well, then you can come along. ”

Song Ci was carried on the tractor by him like a stream, and accompanied him all the way, ready to make up for the needle at any time.

"Don't be so nervous, it'll be fine. ”

Yin Nanfeng wiped her sweat, straightened the hat on her head, and moved her body to block the wind for her.

The mountain road was rugged, and the tractor was more bumpy, which also tested her control of mental power even more.

Song Ci's spirit is highly concentrated, and his spiritual power is consumed quickly.

Yin Nanfeng suddenly misunderstood, picked up her wrist and carefully checked the pulse, only thinking that she was afraid that her heart was lost.

"Don't be afraid, you're doing well, they'll be fine. ”

Song Ci raised his head and gave him a hasty smile, and simply lowered his head and closed his eyes and pretended to be motion sickness.

But how can anyone get sick with a tractor?

Yin Nanfeng also understands the concerns of students' parents.

The child's parents, as well as his grandparents, uncles and sisters, have all contacted him privately, and although the content of the conversation has its own emphasis, the central idea is highly consistent.

Yin Nanfeng gently comforted the students, keeping his eyes on the thin silver needles, silently praying that they would hold on and not fall, otherwise the students would have to bear the huge pressure again.

Only at this time will Yin Nanfeng feel that his student is a real little doll, not the precocious and old-fashioned genius.

It is to the effect that the children of the poor are in charge of the family early because their parents are incapable and cannot afford to provide for their children to live a good life. It's not something glorious, it's the incompetence of my parents, and it should be reviewed.

Children should have the appearance of children, as long as they think about eating, drinking and having fun every day, at most one is enough to study hard;

They don't want their child to be famous, or even how much she has achieved, they care more about her physical and mental health and personal safety, and would rather her be low-key and mediocre, and live a plain and stable life.

The words of the child's father, Comrade Song Chunan, particularly impressed him.

Yin Nanfeng, as a master who was kowtowed and worshipped, accepting Song Ci is similar to accepting a "child apprentice", and he can roughly understand the mentality of parents who not only want their children to learn skills, but also do not want their children to be tired.

Because Song Ci is so worry-free, sensible, very sensible.

Instead of treating it as a job like an adult, and following a straight set of projects to do scientific research, that's not something that children should worry about.

It was because of the parents' clear and insistent opinions that their working group did not bother Song Ci too much, and even vetoed the proposal to pull the little girl into the project and assign tasks to the salary as a supernumerary.

In short, to see Song porcelain like a child now, Yin Nanfeng thinks it's pretty good.

Song Ci snorted, closed his eyes and posed as he refused to chat, and tried his best to control his mental power to stop the bleeding.

In this way, it makes the parents and teachers unbearable, and they feel indebted to her, and hope that she can play more like other children, will be lazy and cheating, and will have such and such small problems and shortcomings, so that teaching will have a greater sense of achievement.

Ahem, said bald lips, skip it.

She had a faint hunch that she seemed to have found a clue to break through the bottleneck.

But now is not the time to rejoice.

Because she had already discovered that the recovery speed of her mental power could not keep up with the speed of consumption!

If you can't make it to the hospital, then it's a big trouble.