He Siwu was very clever to let go of a pair of small hands and cover his ears.

Then a scream rang out in the office.

"Ahhhh!!!h My hair !! ”

He Siwu muttered in a low voice:

"I really didn't mean to, your hair is so unstrong! You see that mine won't fall! ”

After Yang Mianmian finished screaming, He Siwu also pulled his hair, indicating that he really didn't mean it.

Even if Yang Mianmian was angry and about to explode, she didn't say that she would throw the child out.

This is commendable.

"You little devil, how dare you?"

Holding He Siwu with both hands and shaking.

Instinctively reacting, He Siwu grabbed what he could grasp and fixed his body.

And then a strand of hair, two strands of hair, three strands of hair ...

When Yang Mianmian finished venting, he sat on a pile of broken hair, and he had nothing to love.

The whole office was also confused by this situation.

He Siwu was not stupid, and when Yang Mianmian sat on the ground, he pinched a strand of hair and ran into the arms of a very old mother-in-law.

"Mother-in-law, look, you really don't blame me, her hair is burnt!"

On the hair in Chubby's hands, burnt marks can indeed be seen.

The old professor walked up to Yang Mianmian with He Siwu in his arms, and was a little sympathetic:

"Teacher Yang, this child is so young, how much strength can he have, did you go to a small workshop to do this hair? If you want to perm your hair, go to that big hair salon, I remember if there was a new one across the street from our school? The boss came from the south, and the equipment used is good, much more reliable than fire tongs, you see my hair, it's made over there, why don't I take you over there? ”

It's also well-intentioned.

Women who don't care about their hair?

As a result, Yang Mianmian was overly sad, in addition to screaming and crying.

The frightened old professor hurriedly walked away with He Siwu in his arms.

Isn't this kid crazy?

He Siwu also patted his little heart:

"Oh my mom, it's scarier than my mom's tantrums!"

It's really damning.

The old professor was amused by He Siwu, she taught children's medicine, and went to her classroom with the child in her arms, and a group of students were surprised to see He Siwu.

Could this be the grandson of the old professor?

Why is it so cute?

"This is the child of Teacher Sun Simiao over there in clinical medicine, and he will listen to a class here today!"

As soon as they heard that it was Sun Simiao's child, these students were crazy with joy.

The students on the clinical medicine side had a barbecue at school last night, and they were all envious to death, whose teacher is so good?

All wanted.

Is it to serve a good young master today, and there is also barbecue to eat?

"Little master, is there a barbecue tonight?"

There is a temptation that can't be resisted, so he asks four or five.

He Siwu rubbed his chin:

"I guess there isn't!"

Everyone was amazed that the child would answer.

How to say that this child is just over a year old.

"But for the sake of you taking care of me, my mother may give you coupons, so let's learn about skin care products in the future!"

What the?

Whose fairy child is this?

Is this advertising your own home's products?

The girls are full of maternal love, and the boys are jealous.

Can this child be taken back and raised by himself?

The old professor was also surprised by He Siwu's cleverness, knocked on the podium, and began to class.

After a class, I can't express what I like about He Siwu.

I really want to take it back and raise it.

And Sun Simiao didn't know that her son had overfulfilled the task, and was explaining today's case over there.

Seeing the faces of the students, to be honest, it was a beautiful feeling to stand in front of the hospital bed for the first time in a long time.

Let her feel that she finally has the value of existence.

"Teacher, we are studying Western medicine, why did you join the theory of Chinese medicine?"

Sun Simiao habitually added her own traditional Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis methods.

Regarding the student's question, Sun Simiao said very seriously:

"The things that can be passed down by our ancestors, naturally not all are garbage, some things are really powerful, not every one of our patients can afford so many treatments including examination costs, if you can judge the cause more quickly or use the simplest way to achieve the best results, it will be of great help to the patients and us."

In fact, Sun Simiao wanted to say.

Healing has always been something that people are afraid of.

More examinations will not only mean that it will cost more money, but also cause great pressure on the patient's heart.

Western medicine pays attention to things, how could Sun Simiao not understand.

She just wants her students not to rely entirely on instruments.

Any good doctor's various auxiliary examinations are used as a reference, not the main basis for judgment.

After two hours of continuous classes, Sun Simiao felt a little tired.

Because she has been sitting in the clinic for two hours.

The students listened right there.

In addition, because Sun Simiao is in charge, the arrangements are all incurable diseases.

All require a high degree of mental concentration.

It's really tiring.

After class, Sun Simiao thought about going to see how her son was.

Don't really be beaten by Yang Mianmian.

As a result, I went to the office and didn't see my son, nor did I see Yang Mianmian.

After listening to her colleague's words, Sun Simiao's expression felt a little heartache in her hair in the trash can.

But it's just a loss.

A son is indeed a son.

Awesome!

"You pay me for my hair!"

Yang Mianmian put on her hat and waited for Sun Simiao.

When he saw her, he screamed and rushed over.

Sun Simiao stretched out her hand to take Yang Mianmian's hat away, and then said:

"It's so much more pleasing to the eye!"

There is no wool roll, although the hair is very short, but in the end it matches Yang Mianmian's age very well, and it looks very young and beautiful.

"Did you mean to? Your mother and son are too bullying!! ”

Yang Mianmian cried when she said that.

Sun Simiao had a headache.

She is not afraid of Yang Mianmian's trouble, what she is most afraid of is crying.

People are really wronged.

And his son seems to have done a little too much,

Is a woman's hair easy to touch?

"Don't cry, how about I fix it for you?"

Sun Simiao shouted, and the frightened Yang Mianmian sobbed and didn't dare to cry loudly.

She was a little afraid of Sun Simiao.

"Do you know how to do your hair? You fix it for me? You want to get revenge on me! ”

Yang Mianmian cried a lot, and there were some hiccups at this time.

Sun Simiao rubbed her eyebrows:

"Either let me fix your hairstyle that suits you, or just shut up and leave, did you just go to someone to fix it, and someone is willing to fix it for you?"

Yang Mianmian's hiccups stopped.

It really is.

I just went out to find a hair salon, but I didn't dare to fix it, saying that it was so short that it couldn't be repaired.

And one repair is shorter and easy to break.

"Do you really know how to fix your hair?"

Yang Mianmian was a little apprehensive.

"Then you can roll this half hair?"

Gritting her teeth, Yang Mianmian sat opposite Sun Simiao:

"You fix it, if you can't fix it, I'll rely on your family!"

It's really cute.

"Don't worry, I'm good at it!"