So I went to Douluo

It's five o'clock in the morning, and the wind is biting outside. I got up and went out to pretend to do morning exercises. I took the initiative to create opportunities to communicate with my little nephew, and slowly and step by step, I held my little nephew tightly. It smells good~

But until the dawn of dawn, he was so bored that he practiced the purple magic pupil that had already reached the level, but he still didn't wait until his nephew went out.

Qian Renxue put on a facial mask and lay comfortably on the sofa to catch up on the show.

Suddenly he heard the door open and turned around to see Tang Liu walking in with a dark face and a cold air.

She was surprised: "Have you finished communicating with your nephew so quickly today?"

Tang Liu walked to the bathroom angrily, gritting his teeth: "I've been cheated!"

Qian Renxue: "..."

She glanced to the side with her mental strength and immediately understood what happened.

The corners of his mouth twitched, trying to hold back his smile.

Patting his face, he turned around and continued to focus on the drama in front of him.

"You can't smile, you can't smile... If you put on a facial mask and express too much, you will get wrinkles..."

Tang Liu's furious voice also came from the bathroom: "This two-armed Golden Dragon King... I'll take care of him later!"

Qian Renxue broke through in one second and started laughing loudly with her face pressed.

Lang Yue looked up at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.

"It's strange. Didn't Zaizai say that he wanted to get up early yesterday? Why haven't you seen him come out yet?"

Tang Ziran, who was reading the news on his smart phone next to him, said without raising his head: "As a child, every thought comes one after another. It is common to stay in bed. It is not easy to get up as early as yesterday."

Lang Yue was a little worried and walked towards Tang Wulin's small room: "I'll go take a look."

Slowly opening the door, the light in the room was a little dim, and the curtains were still closed.

The quilt on the small bed still bulged, proving that its owner was still sleeping peacefully inside.

Lang Yue couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and moved to the bedside with gentle hands and feet, leaning over slightly and calling in a low voice: "Little lazy boy, why don't you get up? The sun is going to scorch your butt."

She reached out and patted Tang Wulin's shoulder, gently waking him up.

Tang Wulin, who was in a daze, moved in bed, and after a while he turned over and faced the direction of Lang Yue.

He struggled to open his eyes, and finally he only opened them slightly, barely able to see clearly Lang Yue sitting beside the bed.

After a while, he finally made a weak voice: "Well, Mommy, what time is it now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing twice.

Lang Yue had felt something bad ever since she heard his voice became hoarse. Now that she heard the cough, her heart tightened even more.

She quickly reached out to touch Tang Wulin's forehead: "What's wrong, honey? Do you have a cold?"

Then he was burned by the heat coming from the palm of his hand: "Ah, you have a fever?" He immediately turned around and shouted outside, "Tang Ziran, hurry up, get the medicine box from home, Wulin has a fever!"

Tang Ziran outside also shouted: "What? Why did Hao Duanduan suddenly have a fever? Did he catch a cold from kicking under the quilt last night?"

Then there was the sound of brisk walking.

Tang Wulin moved again at this time, looking like he was about to sit up.

Lang Yue felt sorry for him and stretched out her hand to stop him: "Zai Zai, you are sick, just lie down!"

Tang Wulin shook his groggy head, coughed twice more, and said somewhat vaguely: "No... I need to go find the uncle next door... I have an appointment... at six o'clock..."

Lang Yue didn't understand what he meant. Who is the young uncle next door? Is it the young man named Tang Yu? Why are you looking for him?

But that didn't stop her from coaxing Tang Wulin in a good voice: "Be good, it's almost eight o'clock now. The uncle next door knows that you are sick, so you don't have to go to him today."

Tang Wulin didn't hear much of what Lang Yue said behind him. He only heard the sentence "It's almost eight o'clock."

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He opened his eyes slightly, filled with confusion and confusion.

Why is it already eight o'clock?

Didn't he break his promise? Will his uncle teach him how to become an "auxiliary soul master who beats people with extreme pain"?

It’s over!

Tang Wulin was dumbfounded, rolled his eyes, and fell asleep again.

Tang Ziran just walked in with the medicine box and glanced worriedly at Tang Wulin on the bed. While handing the medicine box to Lang Yue, she also stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of his forehead.

Then he frowned and said, "It's quite hot. Let's check the temperature quickly."

Lang Yue had quickly taken out the home detector from the medicine box, turned on the switch and scanned Tang Wulin.

Soon, Tang Wulin's current physical condition was revealed.

"1. It's okay. It's not too high. It's just a common cold."

Lang Yue looked at the test results, breathed a sigh of relief, and started rummaging in the medicine box: "The upper respiratory tract is a little infected and inflamed. Take a dose of anti-inflammatory and anti-pyretic medicine, and it will be cured soon."

Langyue herself is a pharmacist, and with the advanced medical technology now, many minor illnesses can be treated directly at home, without going to a clinic or hospital at all.

She quickly put the prepared medicine into the syringe, pulled out Tang Wulin's arm and injected him.

This home-use syringe does not even require a needle to pierce the skin. It uses high pressure to deliver the liquid directly into the subcutaneous tissue, with almost no pain and no bleeding. It is simple to operate and perfectly solves the problem of children crying and fussing after injections and parents having a headache.

From now on, children no longer have any reason to be afraid of injections, and parents agree to use them.

"When Zaizai's fever subsides, he can just take some medicine to relieve cough and reduce phlegm in the next few days."

After using the detector to confirm Tang Wulin's current condition, Lang Yue truly breathed a sigh of relief.

He put all the things he had just used back into the medicine box and sent Tang Ziran to put it back. Lang Yue stood up and walked outside.

"Let Wulin rest for a while, and I'll cook some light, easy-to-eat food for him to eat after he wakes up."

Tang Ziran still didn't understand how Tang Wulin caught a cold in the middle of summer.

And he remembered that Tang Wulin had been very honest when sleeping since he was a child, never kicking the quilt.

But it still gave him a wake-up call. He turned to Lang Yue, who was walking to the kitchen, and said, "When Wulin gets better, let's teach him meditation. Once he starts practicing, he won't get sick so easily."

Although Tang Wulin was born with full soul power, his soul power would not stagnate just because he did not have a soul ring to advance.

So starting to practice now is not useless for Tang Wulin.

Even if Tang Wulin will not feel any obvious improvement during his cultivation, once he obtains the soul ring, all the accumulated soul power will be revealed and transformed into corresponding cultivation levels.

Besides, practicing can also strengthen your body.

One stone achieves many things. Thinking of this, Tang Ziran immediately made a decision: "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will teach him the meditation technique."

Lang Yue thought it didn't matter, and just warned: "Then remember to find a better meditation technique, don't waste Zai Zai's talent."

Tang Ziran waved his hand: "There are only a few commonly used meditation techniques now, and they are all similar. There is no difference between them. Moreover, they are all published by the National Master, and are no better than those used by aristocratic families and sects for their own people. Poor inheritance meditation skills.”

Lang Yue: "Neither you nor I are soul masters, so it's better to pay more attention. Our Wu Lin has a top-notch martial soul with full innate soul power. It would be a waste of resources if we just randomly find a meditation technique."

Tang Ziran couldn't compete with her, so he agreed: "...Okay, I'll take a good look today."

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