Maybe Song Zhao used to be a coquettish and crying young master, but that was in the past.

The current Song Zhao has already gone through hardships, is calm and self-controlled, and occasional gaffes will make him feel ashamed.

He quickly cleaned up his mood, held the worthless but inexpensive birthday gift, and blurted out the words that had been hovering around his mouth without hesitation.

"Song Ci, can you go and see my grandfather? He has asthma, we don't have much medicine, he is reluctant to take more......

Song Ci was shocked!

Can asthma still be delayed?

"Take me there. ”

Song Ci opened her arms and told him to hug, who told her that her legs were not fast in sprinting.

Song Zhao saw that she agreed without thinking about it, and felt ashamed and regretful for her previous hesitation.

He thought that she didn't want to be treated as a miracle doctor, and would refuse to help treat her grandfather.

"Why didn't this kid say it earlier, is this something that can be delayed?"

Mrs. Song also frowned, dropped the corn in her hand, clapped her hands and got up to take a look, and asked Song Ci again:

"Bao'er, did you bring a needle?"

Song Ci lifted the heel of the cloth shoe that Song Zhao put on her foot, pressed the pocket of her clothes and replied:

"Brought it. Don't go, milk, save attention, I'll go. Ask Song Zhao to run errands for me, and if it doesn't work, go find me Teacher Yin. ”

Song Zhao took the small jacket handed over by Mrs. Song, skillfully put it on Song Ci, quickly buttoned it, picked it up and ran.

Mrs. Song quickly buttoned a red beanie hat to her little granddaughter, and the two balls hanging from both sides of her ears were shaken.

"Slow down, don't fall. ”

Song Zhao agreed, and his feet were not slow at all.

He works in the field all the year round, and he has a lot of strength and strength, and it is not a problem to hold a Song porcelain.

Song Zhao carried her to the field with a wind at his feet.

Song Gaoli was bending over, chopping beans with a sickle, coughing from time to time, listening to the movement that was about to be out of breath, and he panicked.

"Grandpa, you can rest quickly, just ask Song Ci to give him a needle. ”

Song Zhao carefully put Song Ci on the ground and stood, telling her to pay attention to the short bean vine stubble on the ground, and be careful not to prick her feet.

He hurriedly ran over, snatched the sickle from his grandfather's hand, and insisted on helping the old man over, asking Song Ci to take a good look.

Song Ci honestly stayed where he was and didn't move, looking at Song Gaoli who was walking towards him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Gaoli has an old face, but he can still see that his facial features are upright, and he must have been a beautiful man with a dignified appearance when he was young.

Song Zhao is his eldest grandson, according to his age, Song Gaoli is only in his fifties this year, but he is as old and weak as an old man, and he is so thin that he is about to lose his appearance.

But only a pair of eyes are still clear and peaceful, even with a rare compassion, and there is a sense of transparency when looking at people.

This is not a bad person.

This is the first impression of Song porcelain.

Also, how bad can you teach a poor and self-disciplined child like Song Zhao?

Song Ci does not deny that he has a tendency to love the house and Wu, which is also human nature.

"Hello grandpa, I'm Song Ci. ”

She carefully avoided obstacles on the ground and moved a few steps closer along the ridge to reduce the pain of the other party's movement.

"I know you, good boy, thank you for taking care of my family Zhaozhao. ”

Song Gaoli greeted her gently, coughing so hard that the green tendons on his neck were rising, but the expression on his face still did not show flaws.

This is also a ruthless person, and the etiquette is almost engraved into his bones.

Song Ci likes self-made people, they tend to be more rational and easier to get along with.

"Grandpa, don't talk, I'll check your pulse. ”

Song Ci motioned for Song Zhao to help the old man sit down, and she began to walk the process, reaching out to put her hand on the old man's wrist.

"How?"

Song Zhao asked her nervously and in a whisper.

Song Ci thought about the medical book he had memorized, and said according to the book:

"As for asthma, the frequency of attacks is not very regular, sometimes mild, sometimes more intense.

In an acute attack, symptoms such as wheezing, coughing, chest tightness, and shortness of breath will occur, which will seriously affect sleep, and people will also feel fatigue easily, and people will be more anxious. ”

When she said a word, Song Zhao nodded, his eyes were full of admiration!

"How can you cure it?"

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