Song Yiran would be so kind to help Jiang Xiyue get bugs?

When she hadn't heard the whispers of the mother and daughter, she might have been! Who is Song Yiran? Hearing the little abacus that the mother and daughter were making in private, how could she be so kind?

Where are there any bugs on Jiang Xiyue's head! Song Yiran is just looking for an excuse to take the opportunity to make some fuss about Jiang Xiyue.

She doesn't like to play yin, so play well, who is afraid of whom. I believe that it won't be long before Jiang Xiyue will take care of herself.

After about an hour, Song Yiran took off the needles on Zeng Biyu's body one by one and threw them into the potion basin to soak.

After sleeping, Zeng Biyu felt very comfortable, as if the pores on her body had opened, this person surnamed Song was not good, and he didn't think that his medical skills were not bad. Of course, she has to be cured before it can be considered really good.

"Did you bring a long-sleeved jacket when you came?"

"Bring, bringing. ”

"Wear it back. Song Yiran handed over a prescription and instructed, "Grab the medicine according to it, fry it three times a day, and drink it for a week first." ”

Jiang Xiyue took it as if she had received a treasure, took the prescription well, and asked, "Little Doctor Song, like my daughter's situation, how long will it take to see the effect!"

Song Yiran couldn't stop laughing, but there was no expression on his face, "Individual physique is different, whether the effect is fast or slow, you have to take a three-pronged approach, depending on the personal absorption." ”

"Just blow it!" Zeng Biyu didn't scold Song Yiran for a while, and felt uncomfortable, "Who knows if you took the money and didn't do anything? If you cure it, it's your ability; if you can't cure it, it's my physical problem? Anyway, it's up to you whether you can cure it or not, and we can't do anything about it." ”

Jiang Xiyue didn't speak this time, obviously agreeing with her daughter's words.

Song Yiran smiled, others took the initiative to send their faces to the door to fan themselves, you said that if she didn't fan, wouldn't it be embarrassing!

"You're not the same as a cold. Take two meals of medicine for a cold, that is, relieve the condition, drink plenty of water, pay attention to rest, and it will be fine on its own after seven days. Your disease is not the same as pneumonia and cough, if you have pneumonia and cough, you can take cough suppressants, anti-inflammatory drugs, if you can't do it, you will hang water, you won't burn, and if you don't cough, you'll be fine. ”

Both of them were a little dumbfounded, and they didn't understand why Song Yiran said such inexplicable words, what does this have to do with a cold and fever.

"You have a disease, a naïve uterus, born with stunted growth, what does it mean to be cured? Pregnant with a child can be called cured? What, in order to prove that I can cure you, or if I can't cure you, you still have to conceive a child to show me?"

"You ......" Zeng Biyu was so angry that her face turned white, she never dreamed that Song Yiran could say such a thing, it was simply shameless!

Jiang Xiyue's face was not very good-looking, holding the long-sleeved jacket prepared in advance, staring at Song Yiran gloomily, not knowing what she was thinking.

Song Yiran hooked his lips and smiled, "What, I said something wrong?"

Is it wrong? That's right!

I have been to many hospitals, and they all say that it will be difficult for her to conceive in the future, and the chance of becoming a mother is no more than 3 percent.

This is all polite statement, and the doctor almost said that she is infertile in her life!

If you can conceive a child, isn't it just curing the disease, what's wrong?

But as soon as she said such careless, understated and sarcastic words, how could she feel that nothing was right!

She's humiliating me! Song Yiran is humiliating me!

Zeng Biyu was so angry that she trembled, "The surname is Song, you are really good!"

"Yes, I'm a doctor, you're a patient, I can't, can you!?"

At this moment, Zeng Biyu couldn't speak anymore, took the long-sleeved blouse from Jiang Xiyue's hand, and opened the door to go out while wearing it.

I thought I could see Lei Qianjun, but there was no one in the Lei family.

Jiang Xiyue didn't say anything, turned around and followed her daughter and left the Lei family.

It's a good start, but I broke up unhappily, and to put it bluntly, it was still bad on Zeng Biyu's mouth. Miss Zeng has been too smooth since she was a child, and it is inevitable that she can't stand the blow. However, Song Yiran didn't sympathize with her at all, but felt that she had found it herself. Dare to hit the idea of an old lady man, who do you think you are!?

It was okay that afternoon, Song Yiran took Xu Yinghong and Lei Xinxin to her courtyard.

In an alley not far from the Forbidden City, a set of two-entry courtyard houses is now sold for more than 10,000 yuan, but she got the deed without spending a penny.

In the future, this house will cost hundreds of millions, and money can't buy it.

But she has to think about it, and when all kinds of laws and regulations are promulgated in the future, she must remember to get the housing certificate, land use management certificate, and so on.

"Sister-in-law, this house is so good, so beautiful!"

"yes, I think that's pretty good. ”

Xu Yinghong is an authentic person from Beijing, and she really knows a lot about the stories in the alleys.

"That's not bad, it's very good! Let me tell you, when I was a child, I knew that not everyone could live in the house in this alley. Those are all descendants of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and landlords where the children of the Eight Banners live. The prince's mansion knows, right? It's all here, and the last mother's house, isn't it also this one? Let me tell you, at that time, a lot of people lived here, but this set is a quiet place, not bad. "It's not the best, but it's amazing.

The three of them were very happy, and they turned around twice inside and out.

"Sister-in-law, I think this has to be cleaned up, otherwise it won't be able to live. "The house is pretty good, at least the years have to come out of the traces of repair, there is no problem with the residents, but this yard is a bit deserted.

"Well, when the time comes, ask your brother to help me find someone to clean up, and this pillar will have to be repainted. ”

Xu Yinghong stood in the courtyard and nodded, "In the end, it's an old house, and it's comfortable to look at." ”

"Mom, if you like it, just move in, my sister-in-law definitely doesn't have a second word. ”

Xu Yinghong waved her hand, "Go, go, you kid, like words!" Where is the future mother-in-law occupying her daughter-in-law's house. This house was obtained by Ran Ran by herself, it is her own, what does it have to do with them?

Xu Yinghong was afraid that Song Yiran would think too much, so she hurriedly said, "Your father and I have to stay in the compound for the rest of our lives." ”

Song Yiran only said, "Then you can also move over and stay for a few days!"

"That's it!" Lei Yingying smiled heartlessly, "How good, I think it's good." ”

Xu Yinghong couldn't cry or laugh, "This is your sister-in-law's ability to earn, if you have the ability, you can also earn it yourself." ”

Lei Yingying pointed at herself and made a helpless expression, "I, forget it, I have to earn such a house in the Year of the Monkey!"

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