Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Song Jinci obviously did not see Xu Qing and Zhou Jinnan, and he let his fellow travelers push him to the corner with a calm face.

Xu Qing couldn't help but look back a few times, and just from a table, he could clearly feel the low pressure on Song Jinci's body.

And his natural cold temperament made Xu Qing feel a little aggrieved when he came here to eat.

The man who came with Song Jinci also looked gentle and kind, and was teaching Song Jinci in a earnest tone: "Why are you so stubborn? If you go back to Beijing with me, go to the Magic City if you don't have the best chance.

A good doctor and the most advanced medical equipment, I take a step back and say that if you want to see a Chinese medicine doctor, I think the most powerful Chinese medicine doctor is also in Beijing.”

"You forgot where is Beijing? That's the root of the imperial city, and everyone in traditional Chinese medicine is there."

Song Jinci frowned and said slowly after a long time, "I think my meaning is clearly expressed."

"Yes, you said it very clearly, but I can't ignore you. Have you ever thought that Uncle Song and Auntie know your current situation. Can they be peaceful in heaven? Then tell me what is there in the provincial capital that you can't let go of.

?You are like this, and you are still persistent here?"

As Song Jinci's friend, Lu Zhongda was already very angry at this moment.

He didn't know what Song Jinci had done for ten years after he disappeared, but he could guess some of it.

But unexpectedly, when I came back ten years later, my body became like a tuberculosis. I refused to stay in Beijing for treatment and ran to southern Yunnan to be a teaching teacher.

As a result, I am now seeing a doctor in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the provincial capital.

It’s not that he looked down on the medical level of the provincial capital, but he just looked around the whole country. The provincial capital is in the northwest, and whether it is economic or medical care, it is a poor and backward place.

Good talents stay in Beijing and the Magic City, and good medical equipment is also in big cities.

So here he will only make his condition worse and worse.

Song Jinci coughed a few times, sat up straight, and stared at Lu Zhongda with Mo's eyes: "Since I have made a decision, I must have my own ideas. I'm fine here."

Lu Zhongda couldn't help but swear: "What a bullshit, look at what you are now? If I hadn't known you, I would have thought that you had any beloved girl in the provincial capital, so I wouldn't understand, would you live well if you went to see a doctor?

OK?"

Song Jinci didn't say anything anymore, and with a paranoid coldness, he turned his head and looked out the window, ignoring Lu Zhongda at all.

The two of them did not deliberately lower their voices, so Xu Qing could clearly hear their conversation.

After dinner, Xu Qing asked Zhou Jinnan curiously: "Would someone like Song Jinci be given good treatment?"

Zhou Jinnan nodded: "Yes, and even if he is here, there will be someone in secret to protect him."

Xu Qing was also a little confused: "Is it true that the person he likes is in the Chinese medicine hospital? So he is recuperating in the Chinese medicine hospital? I was a little curious about what the girl he liked would look like."

Zhou Jinnan felt that Song Jinci could not be left in the provincial capital because of his children's love, or that he might be unwilling to waste too much national medical resources.

In other words, you have given up on your own body.

...

Qin Miaomiao can sing and dance, and she has no other specialties. After discussing it, Qin's father and mother decided to find connections to bring her to the Youth Palace as a teacher.

Although Qin Miaomiao didn't think much, she didn't have a job that suited her more. It was more free to be a teacher in the Youth Palace than to be a teacher in school.

After weighing the trade-offs, I should go to work for a while before watching.

Before I went to report, I thought of Song Jinci in the hospital and felt that he had no family members here and was so sick, so I decided to cook some chicken soup to see him.

Qin Miaomiao is very good at eating, but her cooking skills are very bad.

The main reason is that Chen Lan can live, for fear that Qin Miaomiao would waste food when cooking, so she never let her daughter enter the kitchen. At this moment, she saw Qin Miaomiao dismembering a chicken in the kitchen with a kitchen knife in her face.

He was startled and went over and shouted, "What are you doing early in the morning? Why are you doing such a fat old hen?"

Qin Miaomiao turned her head to look at Chen Lan with a knife: "Stewed chicken soup, I have a friend who is hospitalized, so I'll stewed chicken soup to see him."

Chen Lan became alert in an instant: "Male and female? Why didn't I know that you have a friend who is hospitalized?"

Qin Miaomiao chuckled and said, "Mom, you think so much, just an ordinary friend. Oh, can you see if I chop it like this? What should I put on stewed chicken?"

Chen Lan looked at Qin Miaomiao's face suspiciously. She didn't see any shy and embarrassed expressions on her daughter's face. She felt relieved. She looked at the chicken on the chopping board again: "That's all, remove the chicken oil,

What you bought is an old hen, it's too fat."

Qin Miaomiao clumsyly cut off the chicken oil and waved her hand to let Chen Lan go out.

According to Chen Lan's method of stewing chicken soup, I put the ingredients in it, and I don't know what it specifically is based on my memory. Finally, I remember that some people said that stewing ginseng in chicken soup is good and a great supplement.

Thinking about Song Jinci's weak appearance, we really need to make up for it.

Qin Miaomiao thought for a while, listened to the sound of the living room door, and ran to the balcony to watch her mother carrying the vegetable basket out of the unit door and walking towards the gate.

I quickly ran to my parents' bedroom and remembered that there was a ginseng in the cabinet. I took it out and washed it with water, chopped it into large pieces and threw it into the pot.

A baby's ginseng was thrown into it as thick as an arm, and she threw it all in it.

Chen Lan not only went to buy groceries, but also went to the tailor shop to chat with people for a while, and thought about making two sets of winter clothes for her two daughters.

I walked around and didn't come back until noon.

When he came back, Qin Miaomiao had no figure at home, and there was nothing in the casserole on the kitchen stove, and all of them were taken away by Qin Miaomiao.

Chen Lan looked at the messy kitchen and laughed and scolded the dead girl. Then he saw the chopped ginseng beard in the trash can.

Qin Miaomiao originally wanted to pretend to be a copy of Song Jinci, but finally thought that Yu Xiangdong was also in that ward. After thinking about it, Yu Xiangdong still prepared a copy.

But the portion of Song Jinci is full of chicken legs and chicken wings, and there are still many ginseng.

For this portion of Yu Xiangdong, there are only a few pieces of chicken breast and a few slices of ginseng.

He rushed to the hospital with two large lunch boxes of chicken soup, slept on the ward door and looked at it, and confirmed that the two of them had not had lunch break before knocking in the door.

Song Jinci was still sitting upright on the bed and reading a book, while Yu Xiangdong leaned against the quilt and reading a martial arts novel.

When Yu Xiangdong saw Qin Miaomiao come in, he was quite surprised: "What are you doing again?"

Qin Miaomiao snorted and raised her head proudly: "Don't be excited, I'm not here to see you!"

As he said that, he walked towards Song Jinci, his face instantly changed to a sweet and well-behaved smile: "Teacher Song, I'm here to bring you chicken soup, it's still hot now."

Yu Xiangdong looked at Qin Miaomiao's artificial and false smile, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, and felt goose bumps on his body.