Hearing the cough, Si Tian looked at Jing Cheng suspiciously.

Jing Cheng hurriedly lowered his body and muttered a few words in the other party's ear.

After listening to what the other party said, Si Tian's eyes widened fiercely, he quickly got out of bed, turned out his gold needle, and quickly took the alcohol cotton from the Qi family to disinfect the gold needle.

Then he walked to the child's bed, observed the other party's situation, and directly pierced the golden needle in the three acupoints of the chi, skull, and silk and bamboo holes.

And when that woman saw Si Tian's movements, she was stupid.

As soon as he wanted to stop it, he saw that his son's breathing gradually stabilized.

The purple lip flap is also slowly relieved.

This......

Liu Qiao looked at Si Tian in surprise.

Si Tian has been paying attention to the little boy's situation.

Seeing that the other party was breathing steadily, he sat on the hospital bed and began to check the pulse of the other party.

And over there, Song Dazhuang has also found the doctor on duty.

The time when the doctors and nurses on duty ran into the ward.

I saw a beautiful girl taking the pulse of the little boy.

The little boy also had several gold needles pierced in his ears.

Song Da is strong and fat, he is the last to enter the house.

After seeing Si Tian, he was stunned.

How can a beautiful female doll who can make medicinal food also be in the ward.

"Alas! Why are you sticking needles indiscriminately? ”

The little nurse who came was also kind, afraid of delaying the child's condition.

But the doctor on the side shook his head at her, and then shut up.

Although the doctor on duty is not a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, he also has children, so he has taught himself some pediatric pathology, especially pediatric massage.

Occasionally, when the child is sick, he will also give it to the child.

Those three acupuncture points, if he remembers correctly, can indeed alleviate the little boy's emergency.

It's just that I didn't expect that a young girl would be able to do acupuncture.

After almost five minutes, Si Tian stood up with a cold face.

Then he took back the golden needle, and glanced sharply at the casserole on the bedside table of the hospital bed, as well as Song Dazhuang.

"What did you give him?"

Song Dazhuang, who was questioned, stuttered a little, but still answered.

"That's it...... It's the soup made from the immune-boosting medicinal recipe I asked you for. ”

Hearing this, Si Tian held back his anger.

"Medicinal diet is not eaten indiscriminately, everyone's situation is different, ordinary medicinal diet, tonic soup, the public can eat.

But this little boy is different, he has an allergic constitution, low immunity, and is allergic to many foods. ”

When the words fell, he shook his head helplessly.

How can Song Dazhuang know, he is also scared at this time.

He thought that as long as it was to boost his immunity, he would be fine.

Over there, the doctor on duty saw that Si Tian had stopped checking his pulse, so he stepped forward to ask.

"I see that the child's condition has improved a lot, does he still need to be rescued?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little child over there had already opened his eyes.

Although the lip color has not completely changed back, the whole person has improved a lot.

At this time, he was looking at his parents pitifully.

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm so hungry!"

Hearing this, Liu Qiao's tears fell.

"Okay, Mom, I'm going to prepare dinner for you."

Because of allergies, I can't eat a lot of things.

Those that can be eaten, such as cold, hot, etc., cannot be eaten.

Immunity is low, and eating it can lead to physical diseases.

In short, every time she went to the children's meal, she and her husband were very miserable.

Si Tian looked back at the children, and he should accumulate virtue for his unborn children.

So he looked at Liu Qiao.

"Go and make him some yam glutinous rice porridge."

After the words fell, he walked to Jing Cheng's hospital bed, took out a pen and paper from his bag, wrote the grams of yam and glutinous rice on it, and handed it to the woman.

Liu Qiao looked at the words on the paper, 15 grams of yam, 50 grams of glutinous rice, and a little brown sugar.

"This ......"

"This is the food that a person with a special constitution can eat, and he can eat it often, and make porridge according to this ratio.

His condition is slightly serious, and his stomach is not very good, so he boils it softly and is easy to digest. ”

Hearing Si Tian's instructions, Liu Qiao didn't know whether to believe it or not.

Instead, Song Dazhuang hurriedly asked his wife to prepare.

Liu Qiao saw her husband like this, so she didn't hesitate and turned around and left.

And the doctor on duty on the side also saw the words on the note.

When that word comes into your eyes, you know that the other party is a person with real talents.

Just this one pen, I can't write it without more than ten years of effort.

"This is medicinal food?"

The doctor on duty asked curiously.

Si Tian glanced at the card hanging on the other party's chest and nodded.

"People with special physiques can't eat everything."

"Oh......"

The doctor on duty suddenly dared to be very interested in Si Tian.

But because it was a ward, I didn't stay long, and left with the little nurse.

After all, the child has woken up and is not in danger of life.

At this time, Song Dazhuang hugged his son and sat obediently on the hospital bed.

The eldest brother of more than one meter and nine meters, with a tonnage of more than 200 catties.

Holding a skinny little boy in his arms.

It's actually kind of funny.

"Doctor Si Tian, thank you."

Because Si Tian always uses the hotel's kitchen to make medicinal food, after a long time, Song Dazhuang, as the chef of the hotel, the two of them are familiar with each other.

"You can't make medicinal food for children in the future, if you want to do it, at least ask clearly."

"I see!"

He won't dare in the future.

Just this time, it was almost scared of his guts.

Si Tian looked at the child, and then at Jing Cheng who was sitting on a chair.

In an instant, the memory comes back.

She hadn't just gotten out of bed.

She's asleep!

"You...... You've been sitting all afternoon. ”

Hearing the little woman's question, Jing Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, get to bed......"

After all, it's a patient, and it's too unreasonable to let people sit in a chair for an afternoon.

"I'll look at your injuries."

Jing Cheng turned around and saw some red blood stains on the gauze bandaged behind his back.

Due to the long time sitting, the wound was stretched.

"No, it's been five days, why hasn't your wound healed yet? Isn't it stitched? ”

"I don't know."

Jing Cheng replied in a low voice, and then stopped talking.

Si Tian was very surprised, but since the wound was opened, it must be dealt with in time.

So I went to the doctor and nurse on duty.

The wound is stretched, which proves that the sutures are broken, so it is necessary to re-suture.

The doctor on duty and the little nurse came to 302 again.

The two of them looked at Si Tian, and then at the injury on Jing Cheng's back, and finally understood.

"Is the wound open?"

Although the doctor on duty was a male doctor, he spoke softly.

Si Tian nodded embarrassedly, "Trouble the doctor, he needs to re-stitch it up." ”

The doctor quickly removed the gauze and found that the wound near the back shoulder had indeed broken open.

So I started to re-stitch it.

At this time, Song Tai'an, who was sitting in Song Dazhuang's arms, Xiao An'an spoke.

"Pretty auntie, you fell asleep in the afternoon, and it was your uncle who carried you to bed!"