Before Qiao Zhibang came back with the patient, another wave of people came to the door first.

"Tong Jizhou! If you don't go to work, what are you doing hiding in this corner? Do you still want to become a regular?"

Tong Wenwen came looking for it in the dust, and when he saw his son who was not angry, he couldn't help but be angry.

The family finally cultivated a college student, and after graduation, he spent a lot of money to entrust someone to stuff him into the provincial newspaper for an internship, and he really wanted to give him a golden job to hold, so that he didn't have to worry about anything for the rest of his life.

But this unfortunate one, who has been in the newspaper office for more than two months, has not even published a manuscript in the newspaper!

Even if you follow the master to learn the craft in the workshop, you should learn it for so long, right?

You say you can't write, or you can't understand people's teachings, why don't you open your mind?

The leaders of the people have long said that they will give a probationary period of three months at most, and if they can't pass again, they really can't be accommodating anymore.

The large sum of money that the family used to spend had to be wasted!

The family was in a hurry, and they couldn't wait to roll up their sleeves and help him write it in person.

But this little bastard doesn't even give classes to others!

You, an intern who has not yet entered the establishment, dare to be absent from work if you are not diligent and cautious? Which leader can bear it? At least you go to order on time every day, and you must have a correct work attitude!

The more Tong Wenwen thought about it, the more angry he became, his heart suddenly beat and hurt, he pointed at his bastard son with a trembling finger, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Not good!

Song Ci was shocked by the old man's lion roar, and when he saw that his situation was not right, he ran over without thinking, grabbed his cold hand, and his spiritual power condensed into a bundle, and quickly probed into his body!

"Dad, don't worry, sit down. ”

Tong Jizhou also panicked, hurriedly moved a small bench over, and gently helped his father to sit down and take a breath.

Looking at Song Ci, who was "taking the pulse" with a serious face, he swallowed nervously and didn't dare to ask.

Honestly, he didn't believe in Song Ci's medical skills.

Medicine, broad and profound, such a young child, even if he starts learning from his mother's womb, how much can he understand?

But in the past few days, I followed her to learn to write, listened to her endless whimsical ideas, and was taught by her to write routines by hand, and subtly recognized her as a "little teacher". Reading Temple

He is not stupid, of course he can see that this little girl is far beyond her peers' mature thinking and extraordinary insight.

He privately used the word talent to describe her, but he didn't say it.

Such a talented but not arrogant person would not do that kind of stupid thing to slap a swollen face and become fat.

As long as she makes a move, she must be a little sure.

Tong Jizhou is confident in his vision.

Tong Jizhou was suffering for many years, and he saw that his father's pale face gradually eased, his short breathing returned to stability, and his purple fingers slowly became normal.

It's okay.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body went limp.

As soon as the autumn wind blew, it was so cold that he shivered, and then he realized that just now, his clothes were all soaked with sweat!

Tong Wenwen also let out a long breath, his spirit was slightly sluggish, and he opened his eyes and looked at the little girl who let go of his hand with complicated eyes.

He is the person concerned, and no one knows better than him what he felt just now, he took a turn before the ghost door closed!

Song Ci pulled out the gold needle used for concealment, and the right should have been acupuncture.

"Little girl, you are Song Ci, right? Thank you so much just now. ”

There was some temptation in his words, looking up and down at the little doll, which was only a knee above his head, and he still couldn't believe that she had saved him.

Is it a coincidence?

But the matter of receiving the favor of others is real and cannot be shirked. Ding is Ding Mao is Mao, he is not ungrateful.

"Hello grandpa, I'm Song Ci. You sit down and drink saliva, and if you have something to say, don't get angry. ”

Song Ci is the second time she has encountered this kind of emergency stroke, and she has experience in treating it, and her mental power has broken through, which is more relaxed than the day she saved her milk.

Tong Jizhou ran over early and brought a glass of warm water and fed the old man to drink it himself.

He is an old man, and his parents have high hopes for him, wanting to find a way out for him to change his court, and no longer suffer from facing the loess with his back to the sky all day long.

He was the one who let them down.