Xiao Ming gave Yueniang a pulse, and had a further understanding of Yueniang's body, as Song said, Yueniang is indeed a deficit in her body, she is different from Xu's, Xu's is a palace cold can not give birth, and Yueniang is because of the birth and maintenance deficit of the body, in this ancient period of backward medical level, a woman giving birth to a child is equivalent to passing the ghost gate, dangerous, Yueniang's two pregnancies are still there, but the body has not been properly maintained, and the body has been exhausted from working all year round, and now even if the body is adjusted to the best state, It's hard to have children in the future.

Yueniang's situation, she has seen a lot in her previous life, and she also knows the pain caused by this result, she hesitated, if it was an ordinary person, she could treat it with a normal heart, but she couldn't say anything in the face of her godmother, how cruel this result was for her godmother, and the daughter she thought about could no longer be a mother in the future.

Xiao Ming was in a dilemma, as a relative, Xiao Ming couldn't bear it and wanted to hide Yueniang's illness; As a doctor, the ethics of the profession do not allow her to hide anything from her patients; As a patient, she has the right to know about her condition.

Forget it, it's a white lie! Xiao Ming made a decision in her heart.

Xiao Ming thought for a moment and seriously prescribed a conditioning prescription for Yueniang, only comforting Song's Yuezi who was weak and in a serious deficit, and wanted to recuperate well, but did not explain Yueniang's condition much; Remind Yueniang to pay attention to recuperation, not to work too hard, and let Song pay more attention to Yueniang's daily diet.

Even so, it still caused Song to shed tears for a while, and he cried sadly while wiping his handkerchief.

"My poor Yue'er, it's all my father and mother who dragged you down, if it weren't for us, how could you suffer this sin...."

"Mother, don't cry, I'm so good, I'm satisfied to see you back, and my sister also said that I will be fine." The person concerned, Yueniang, came over to comfort the Song family, how could she not know her own body, she had already looked down on it for so many years.

Now at home, Xiao Ming and Xiao Han call her sister, the family is polite to her, and she has her mother by her side, what is she not satisfied with in such a day, she can't have any more children.

Leaving Yueniang to comfort Song, Xiao Ming went to the pharmacy to dispense medicine for Yueniang.

After noon, it was the lunch break, and there was silence in the Aoyama Temple.

In the kitchen, Wang's and Wang's and Li's people sat on a small stool cleaning the dishes, and occasionally there were a few slight collision sounds to eat, and now the four of them are responsible for the meals of more than 200 people in Qingshan Courtyard, and they have monthly money to get, and their lives are very satisfying.

"Sister Ming is back, have you seen it?" Li said.

"I've seen it, Xiao Ming also sent me some dried fruits." Da Wang's smiled, see if Xiao Ming will send something to her when she goes out.

"I have it at home, too."

"Sent it to me too." The Wang family and the Li family spoke in unison, only then did they find out that Xiao Ming gave you to several families who were familiar with each other in the village, and they would really do it, now the Xiao family is rich and powerful, but this reputation is outstanding, and the neighboring villages all praise the Xiao family as a kind person.

Among the four of them, the Wang family is better, the Wang family and the Li family are tight, and the food for a year cannot be eaten, and now there is the Xiao family's help every three or five times, and they have work to do, and their son works in the Xiao family's shop, which is much better than before.

As a few people were talking, a pleasant rattle rang, and Da Wang smiled: "Mr. Wu doesn't know what story to tell today." ”

"Let's hurry up and listen too, my family Anzi has become much more polite since listening to Mr. Wu's class." Wang smiled and quickened the movements of his hands.

"Mr. Wu's lecture is good, and even an old woman can understand it."

One by one, children ran out of the classroom with the bell ringing, holding a small bench in their hands, and sat down neatly in the large courtyard in the middle of Aoyama-in.

The whole sound was silent, leaving only the cold wind blowing slowly.

On the front podium, a chair, a bookcase, and a group of small radish heads sat quietly, waiting expectantly, waiting for their principal to tell them a story.

After a few breaths, Wu Tong, the honorary president of Qingshan Academy, slowly walked to the podium, sat down in a flat robe, looked at the children sitting quietly below, and nodded with satisfaction.

After two months of training, these children finally have some rules to sit and stand in his ideological and moral class, and wait quietly.

"Rong Bei said: Rong is four years old, eats pears with his brother, and leads the younger. People ask why. He replied: "Child, the law should be small." Wu Tong read, of course, this group of newly enlightened children listened to it in a daze.

This is just his opening remarks, in addition to these children and children, there are also Xiao Han and others sitting on the side, in addition to the Xiao family, there are also many scholars from the town and Pingcheng, all of whom admire Mr. Wu's talents.

I was very excited to hear Mr. Wu open the class, this group of young students was very excited, I didn't expect the world-famous Mr. Wu Tong to come to the small Qingshan Temple, as Pingcheng people, they can get close to the water and get the moon first, and it is a lifelong honor to pay tribute to Mr. Wu's demeanor.

"Today I will tell you the story of Kong Rong making pears, in the Eastern Han Dynasty and Lu Kingdom a thousand years ago, there was a child named Kong Rong, who was very smart and very sensible. Kong Rong also has five elder brothers, a little brother, and the seven brothers get along very well.

One day, Kong Rong's mother bought a lot of pears ......"

In this way, a generation of great writers told the story of Kong Rong Rang Pear for a group of children, quoting scriptures from time to time, the story was told wonderfully, a group of people listened to it with relish, the teacher lectured seriously, the students listened carefully, the pulpit is what a solemn scene of the holy pastor, how sacred, everything is so beautiful; It's just an ordinary and popular language with a yellow mouth....

A great writer full of experience, a group of ignorant and ignorant children, talking about not hundreds of schools of thought, profound articles and poems, and the audience is not a student.

This style of painting is crooked by a few floors...

Anyway, it was a big crowd of people.

A group of newcomers opened their eyes wide one by one, looking at them in disbelief, really doubting that the person sitting on them was the world-famous Mr. Wu, the former Guozi priest and a generation of writers, what a figure they looked up to; But what is this talking about?

It's not a hundred schools of thought that should be exported, it's just a wonderful, harmonious, popular and easy-to-understand story.

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