Jiang Miao took out the velvet blanket and wrapped Xiaobao tightly. When he followed Jiang Xiulan to the East Courtyard, he indeed met Mr. Miao, the old doctor who was rumored to be specialized in dispensing medicine for Xiao Che.

He sat on a round stool with a long table placed in front of him, with more than a dozen medicinal herbs on it, and in the middle was a slaughter used to measure medicine.

He carefully recorded the data in the booklet while saying.

Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Miao put down his pen and turned around and saw a slender and delicate little woman standing at the door. She looked like she was not old last year, and perhaps because she was in a hurry, her hair was slightly scattered on her head, and she was holding a doll in her arms. The candlelight in the room was half-bright and half-extinguished, reflecting her slender neck and fair chin. The willow-colored jacket and skirt did not look old-fashioned, but instead suppressed the innate charming just right, increasing it to be too vulgar and reducing it to tasteless.

No matter how you look at it, it looks very much like the girl last year.

Old Miao's pupils shrank suddenly.

Jiang Miao realized the look of Mr. Miao looking in since he called in. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew that he should take the initiative to ask for help. He had to lower his head and said, "The child is coughing so badly, so please give me some trouble."

Mr. Miao then came to his senses, pointed to the small couch beside him, asked Jiang Miao to put the child there, and then untied his clothes.

Jiang Xiulan said anxiously: "I am so sick. If I take off my clothes again, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Mr. Miao stood up and went to the side of the three-legged basin rack to clean his hands and wiped his hands dry. He walked over and sat in front of the couch, touched Xiaobao's pulse, and asserted: "Looking at his face, it's only a few months old, so it's best not to drink medicine. I'll give him massage to relieve cough and relieve phlegm. If it doesn't get better, consider prescriptions."

As he said that, he found the Tiantu point on his neck and began to gently massage Xiaobao with his fingertips. Then there were the Danzhong point, the scapula, and the Fenglong point. It was both partial push and massage, with the technique particularly skillful.

Jiang Miao stood aside and watched carefully.

Jiang Xiulan whispered to her ear and said, "Old Miao is a miracle doctor. He is willing to take action. Xiaobao will definitely get better. Don't worry too much."

Since Mr. Miao is a person around the factory man, he must be very capable. When Jiang Miao thought of this, he felt relieved inexplicably, breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Mr. Miao pretended not to hear the conversation between the aunt and nephew, deliberately talking about the topic, "The child is so sick, why is the father not here?"

Jiang Xiulan was about to speak when she was snatched away by Jiang Miao. Her face was indifferent and her voice was cold, "Die."

Old Miao was stunned, "Die?"

Obviously, he didn't believe it very much, so he moved his eyes to Jiang Xiulan.

Jiang Xiulan pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly.

Mr. Miao asked again, "What did you do during your lifetime?"

Jiang Miao said: "The people who killed pigs in the town committed too many sins and died young."

Mr. Miao: “…”

Jiang Xiulan: “…”

The room suddenly became quiet, and you could vaguely hear the slightest sound of porcelain rubbing behind the screen.

Only then did Jiang Miao notice that there was still someone sitting inside, drinking tea, Xiuting's figure formed a pleasing ink painting on the screen.

Jiang Miao didn't look much, quickly withdrew her gaze, glanced at Xiaobao, whose face was red due to crying, and asked Mr. Miao, "Is that OK?"

Mr. Miao opened his hand and said it was OK, so he asked Jiang Miao to help the child put on his clothes. He also told her not to let the child catch a cold after going back, and try not to face the child's mouth and nose, so as not to spread it to adults.

Jiang Miao wrote down one by one, wrapped Xiaobao in the velvet blanket again, thanked him and left the East Courtyard.

Halfway through, Jiang Xiulan sighed in fear, "Why did you say that suddenly just now? I was shocked."

Jiang Miao knew that she was a little emotional just now, but that was indeed what she said, "I am just an insignificant little person, and I just lied. The factory manager wouldn't have someone go back to Xishui Village to investigate me, right?"

Jiang Xiulan didn't say anything anymore, but just kept sighing.

Xiaobao couldn't get up all night. He just now was in the East Courtyard and cried while being massaged. He didn't hear the conversation between his mother and the old man very clearly. He only remembered one sentence: his mother said that his father was a pig killer! He committed too many sins! He died young!

The pig slaughtered died young...

How much does mom hate Daddy?

Could it be that the mother in the dream left him and left because she knew her father’s identity?

After sucking his nose, Xiaobao felt a little worried. He hoped that his father could come to see his mother earlier and protect him, but he did not want him to appear suddenly. With his mother's current attitude, he probably wanted to kill his father.

Mr. Miao's massage was indeed effective. Xiaobao went back to sleep and coughed less severely the next day.

Fearing that his son's condition worsened, Jiang Miao refused to wash his hair and take a bath. The baby was afraid of heat, especially when he was sick. Xiaobao often slept until midnight and sweated. Jiang Miao had to get up to change his dry clothes to avoid getting cold on his back.

She hasn't had a good sleep these days, and the black green is becoming more and more obvious now.

Fortunately, I sent massage to Miao for several consecutive days, and Xiaobao's condition gradually improved until he recovered.

The big rock fell in his heart, and Jiang Miao then realized that he should officially thank the people.

Mr. Miao is Xiao Che's person, so she should naturally thank Xiao Che. It was only when she arrived at the East Courtyard that she learned that Xiao Che had left early in the morning with her.

Jiang Xiulan said: "The memorials of the cabinet ministers all require the factory to approve the bonus. He is very busy. Even if he can't see it in the village, he has to read it to him. I've been staying for a long time this time, and I guess it's been delayed a lot. If you want to thank him, it's not too late next time."

Jiang Miao didn't understand what "criticize the red" means, but she suddenly thought that the piece of paper that Jiang Xiulan gave Xiao Anzi said that Xiao Che would "listen to books" after taking a nap. It turned out that the so-called "listen to books" was not what she understood and went to the teahouse to hear the storyteller telling stories, but because he couldn't see it, someone asked to read a memorandum to him.

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Thanks to Han Xiaomai, dog chase big chicken, captainyih and Ren Dadou for their cute little cuteness, gifts and evaluation tickets, Momoda (*￣3)(ε￣*)
Chapter completed!