Chapter 17: The Ten Perfection Pills
Song Ning was still making up some quite fantasy pictures in his mind, and soon listened to Huo Qi's voice again.
"This incense condensing pill is only an auxiliary drug, it can't be used for a long time, if you want to completely cure it......" Huo Qi paused, and only said: "I'll ...... when I have time to go back Ask a friend to send some other targeted medicines. ”
When Song Ning heard this, his eyes widened, "Are you saying that there is medicine to cure my mother's headache?" ”
Huo Qi's eyebrows furrowed, "Of course." ”
Others may not be able to, but she, sorry, it's just pediatrics.
Song Ning touched the tip of her nose, and didn't take her daughter's words seriously, after all, this was a problem that even the doctor said could not be cured, her eyes flickered, and her eyes fell on her husband's hand on the side, "Is your father's bottle also this kind of incense pill?" ”
Although it is a modern society, the medicine is called such and such a pill, and it is bottled in a ceramic bottle, which inevitably gives people a feeling of being very ancient and primitive.
Song Ning thought strangely in his heart.
Huo Qi shook his head and said lightly, "No." ”
"And what kind of medicine is this bottle?" Huo Jinyan was very curious, just now his attention was on his wife's body, and he didn't open the small porcelain bottle.
A strand of broken hair hung down on Huo Qi's cheeks, and she hooked her hand behind her ear at will, and replied lazily: "The medicine is not a lot, but you can treat it as a perfect tonic pill, take one pill a month, and strengthen your body and body." ”
"Poof......
The corners of Huo Jinyan's lips twitched fiercely, his face quickly burned red, and the small porcelain bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground without holding it steadily.
It was as if male dignity had been greatly insulted.
"Hahahaha." Song Ning, who was on the side, looked at her husband's expression, couldn't hold back, and laughed directly.
The daughter is too cute, she actually gave her father a bottle of health care.
Half-ringing, Huo Jinyan, who sighed silently in his heart, turned around and found a delicately made mahogany box in the cabinet and came out, and put the small porcelain vase into it.
Although it is not needed, it is the first gift from my daughter, and it must be treasured.
Song Ning rolled his eyes sharply beside him.
Huo Qi was thinking about Song Ning's migraine and was about to go upstairs.
Song Ning saw that she was going back to the room, and suddenly remembered what was going on, and hurriedly stopped her again, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot about the big thing." ”
Huo Qi raised his eyebrows, and looked at her quietly with big black and white eyes.
"It's a matter of transferring." Song Ning explained that school will start in a few days, so he has to try to determine the school in one or two days.
"Your dad and I have a good look at a few schools, I'll show you the information, you can choose one." As he spoke, Song Ning bent over, opened the chest of drawers on the coffee table, and took out a stack of books from it.
"Look at this No. 3 middle school, the teachers are barely there, mainly close to home, we can consider day study."
"In this eleventh middle school, the admission rate of one or two books is a little low, but the promotion rate of art candidates is higher than that of other key high schools."
"There is also this Desheng Foreign Chinese School, although the fees are a little expensive, but it is a good school in the city second only to No. 1 Middle School, and your father and I are more interested in this."
Song Ning took out Desheng's school profile, turned it page by page and handed it to Huo Qi to read, "Originally, the school required me to take the entrance exam, but I found a relationship with your father, saying that now we can study directly without the exam." ”
Huo Qi, who had never been able to interject, her eyes fell on the introduction page, her expression was quite complicated, she was not looking at it seriously, but thinking about a question.