Huaxin was silent as always, she didn't have a strong desire to survive**, the dumb doctor couldn't do anything about it, and Shuyi was even more helpless, so she could only do her best to find a glimmer of possibility to keep her.

"Mother, you have to get well quickly. Qing Chu stretched out his little hand and fed it to the lips of the painting with a spoon and spoon, and the painting was slightly stunned, and finally bent his eyes and smiled, and opened his mouth to drink the medicine.

The smile was like the warm sun in winter, softly spread on Shuyi's heart, he patted Qingchu's back with a smile, and whispered in his ear, "You have to coax your mother to drink all the medicine, so that she will get better." ”

The little guy nodded as if he didn't understand, tasted it himself, and squinted at the painting and smiled, "Mother, you drink, it's sweet." ”

The painting heart loses a smile, and the smile turns bitter.

This medicine was as sweet as the taste of light and dust, and she thought that no one in this world would decoct the medicine sweeter than honey like him, but it did not damage the medicinal properties at all.

Seeing this, Shuyi left with a smile and went to prepare dinner himself.

Because of the unrelenting attitude at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, Huaxin drank all the bowls of medicine for the first time, she put down the medicine bowl, and when she looked down, she happened to see a stack of yellowed paper half-hidden in the sleeves of her clothes.

She hesitantly unfolded, looked at them one by one, read them word by word, and suddenly put those handwriting that she was familiar with to her heart, and for a long time, she couldn't help but cry like rain.

The dumb doctor standing not far away was stunned, and from a distance of two or three feet, he could see clearly that it was his father's handwriting, which should be the prescription scattered among the people when he traveled the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, he didn't dare to guess what was the majestic tears that came out of the painting heart, but she mistook the handwriting for whom?

At this time, not only could he not ask, but he could not even come forward to wipe away her tears, he understood that Shuyi was investigating him, and he also understood that Shuyi could not investigate anything.

The only thing he was afraid of was that he would be seen by Huaxin, because she was the only one he didn't want to do and wouldn't do anything to him.

He was afraid that she would forget him, and he was afraid that she would remember him, how contradictory!

"Mother, why are you crying?"

As soon as Qing Chu called, Huaxin realized that there were still outsiders, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, hurriedly folded the prescription, hid it in his sleeve, and said casually, "The medicine is too bitter." ”

Qing Chu sat on the edge of the bed, his two little short legs kept swaying, although he knew that his mother was talking nonsense, but in order to please her, he still turned his head to the dumb doctor and scolded him in style, "My mother said that the medicine is too bitter, next time you have to put more honey." ”

The dumb doctor looked up at him, then lowered his eyes again.

"Why don't you promise me. Qing Chu saw that the dumb doctor did not reply, jumped off the bed, circled around him, sniffed left and right, and suddenly hugged his legs and climbed up.

The dumb doctor was stunned, Qing Chu had already climbed up to half of his waist, he subconsciously picked up Qing Chu, Qing Chu rubbed on his chest, and suddenly looked back at Huaxin and said, "Mother, he has the smell of Daddy, the smell of Monk Daddy." ”

Both the painting heart and the dumb doctor were shocked, and her scrutinizing eyes swept over the dumb doctor, and saw that he even hugged Qingchu's movements were the same as those of Heguang Tongchen, and her heart was even more shocked.

She stood up unconsciously, walked to the dumb doctor step by step, and sniffed carefully, although it was light, there was indeed a faint scent of sandalwood that she was familiar with in the rich medicinal fragrance.

The dumb doctor's face was as usual, silent for a long time, and finally he just said lightly, "It is not surprising that there are all kinds of flavors in the world, and there are some similarities." ”