Chapter 10 The shopkeeper also fought hard for red ginseng

"Her old lady can't drink a pot of chicken soup."

The shopkeeper sent away the two plague gods, turned around, and put on an amiable smiling face: "It's up to me, I'll serve you two bowls of chicken soup, bring them back, close the door, and drink them in the house." ”

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Ye Jian didn't want chicken soup in his heart, thought of the injured woman, and the poor little baby girl who was crying, took a deep breath, and endured the resentment.

The shopkeeper also fought hard for red ginseng.

He walked into the kitchen, filled two bowls of chicken soup with his own hands, and when he saw that the chicken was stewed softly, he tore another chicken thigh.

"Let's go, I'll send you back."

He saw that Ye Jian was holding the child, and it was inconvenient to carry the tray, so he took the initiative to send them back to the ward.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Ye Jian was sincerely grateful this time, took the tray, put it on the small table, and sent the shopkeeper out with a smile.

"Little brother."

The shopkeeper stepped out of the threshold with one foot and took it back: "Don't forget to discuss the matter of red ginseng with your daughter-in-law, and give me a letter tomorrow." ”

"Done."

Ye Jian subconsciously glanced at the hospital bed and agreed.

"Rest early."

The shopkeeper bowed his head in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder, and stepped out of the threshold.

Ye Jian watched him leave, and only then did he take a breath of relief and close the door.

"Mother, drink chicken soup."

The little baby girl stopped crying, and her little face with tears was rubbing her mother's cheek affectionately.

"Yan'er is good."

The woman's eyes were red, and she looked at her daughter distressedly: "My mother has wronged you." ”

"Not aggrieved."

The little girl's soft and glutinous little milk voice clearly expressed her meaning: "My mother drank the soup and was cured." ”

"Okay, mother, drink soup."

The woman's gums clenched, forcing the tears that were about to overflow her eyes to force back.

After drinking the soup and healing, he was able to beat the two dogs' low-eyed miscellaneous pieces.

"Let's have soup."

Ye Jian was gloomy, holding the chicken soup, and cautiously approached the hospital bed.

The woman did not resist, and let him scoop the chicken soup with a small spoon and feed it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

The little baby girl's eyes flashed, and her big eyes with tears swirled around the two of them, staying on Ye Jian's eyebrows for a few seconds, and smiled meaningfully.

The woman drank the chicken soup and ate half a chicken leg, and her sleepiness rose and she became drowsy.

The little baby girl yawned, curled up in a small ball, leaned against her mother, and closed her eyes.

The woman was extremely sleepy and tired, hugged her daughter, and fell asleep after a while.

Seeing that the two of them were asleep, Ye Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief and drank the rest of the chicken soup in one go.

The chicken broth is fragrant, and it is a taste that has not been drunk in a long time.

He sighed a few times, put down the bowl, and planned to sleep.

It was hot and muggy, and there was a little cool breeze at night, so he pushed the window open a gap, lay down his kimono, and soon fell asleep.

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What he didn't know was that after he fell asleep, the little baby girl quietly opened her eyes, got up, and looked at her mother with concern.

The guys of Jishitang didn't lie, the doctor who stitched up his mother's relatives had superb medical skills, and the effect of the gold sore medicine was very good.

She carefully examined the injury, nodded her little head with satisfaction, and stretched out her delicate little hand and placed it on her mother's most seriously injured right leg.

A faint trace of spiritual power poured into the wound along her palm, repairing the damaged meridians.

The wound stops bleeding and scarred at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In her sleep, the woman felt that the scar on her right leg was no longer a heart-rending pain, and she gasped comfortably.