Han Ting opened the cap of the bottle, took out a piece of ginger and bit it down and ate it, with a good teacher's tone: "Ginger warms the stomach, warms the body, invigorates the blood, sterilizes, enhances appetite, and can also prevent motion sickness. ”

Warlene thanked Bumin: "It's better for you to eat more, I wish you twenty this year, eighteen next year, and become a tender flower the year after." ”

She is not interested in all spicy things, it is okay to put ginger to remove the fishy flavor when cooking, and throw it away when she is finished, let her eat ginger directly, or forget it.

"Hehe, what kind of tender flowers do you have," Han Ting stuffed half of the ginger in his hand into his mouth, "It's still your girls' family that looks good, sister, you don't want to eat ginger, so what do you want to eat, as long as my brother and I can get it, it is absolutely unambiguous." ”

Wallen looked at her watch, "I want to eat in the cafeteria, can you get it for me?"

"Hey, there is a meal in the cafeteria, and you still have to work hard to get it?" Han Ting took out another piece of ginger, "Sister said something new." ”

"You don't even bother to get some of them, and you still expect you to get something new?"

was blocked by Wu Tianming at the door of the corridor: "Han Ting and Liang Ying are here, I bought a lot of vegetables and ate hot pot today." ”

Warlene looked at the big sun outside: "Brother Wu, why did you remember to eat hot pot on a hot day, isn't it hot?"

In October, most people in the north have put on autumn clothes and pants, and those who are colder have put on sweaters, while the temperature in Z City is still very high, even at night, it is still short-sleeved shorts and sandals, which is no different from summer.

"Eating hot pot on a hot day, what I want is this coolness. Han Ting ran over to pick up the dishes in Wu Tianming's hand, and stuffed the bottle of honey ginger to Wu Tianming, "I've sent you, count you lucky, little sister Volin doesn't want it, it's cheap for you." ”

Wu Tianming scolded with a smile: "Fart, I know that I don't eat ginger, you gave me ginger, and in the end it didn't return to your kid's mouth." ”

After eating the hot pot in a noisy and noisy manner, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and Warlene still remembered that Sister Zhou said that Bai Lao would sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon, and Warlene didn't really sleep until she woke up naturally as Sister Zhou said, she just squinted for a while.

According to her physique, she really wants to sleep until she wakes up naturally, and it is estimated that she will have to sleep until tomorrow.

Speaking of physique, Warlene suddenly remembered that she hadn't had a problem for a while, whether it was a cold, or drowsiness, or shortness of breath, this time seemed to start from drinking the medicine prescribed by Grandpa Jane to regulate the body.

During this time, Wallen's life was very regular, whether it was when she lived alone in the bedroom of H University, or after work, she basically got up at 7 o'clock in the morning, took a nap at noon, and went to bed at 9 o'clock in the evening.

With a regular schedule and adequate sleep, and nothing she felt when she drank the medicine, she almost forgot about the effect of the medicine.

When you think about it, there doesn't seem to be anything better than not being sick.

Looking in the mirror, his face was still yellow, and he didn't seem to have changed much.

Warlene cheers herself up, it's always good that she doesn't get sick, which shows that conditioning is still useful.

She glanced at the two sets of "Historical Records" on the table, thinking about when she would visit Grandpa Jane, and give the new set of "Historical Records" she bought later to Grandpa Jane.

She thought of Bai Lao again, who once became a hero of the Anti-Japanese War because of his killer moves, and now she has to ask "what's your name" over and over again, and forget it over and over again.

And Grandpa Jane, who has saved countless people, is old, and he would rather not drink water than become a burden to others.

Whether it is a hero of the Anti-Japanese War or a doctor who has been teaching for generations, in the end, he can't escape being swept away by the torrent of time, and all that remains is a shell that has been carved by the years.

With a long sigh, Wallen packed up her mood and went to the old dry rest ward.