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Chapter 10 The shopkeeper also fought hard for the red ginseng

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

The shopkeeper sent the two plague gods away, turned around, and already put on an amiable smile: "I'm in charge, I'll bring you two bowls of chicken soup, bring them back, close the door, and drink in the room."

"Thank you shopkeeper."

Ye Jian didn't want chicken soup in his heart. Thinking of the injured woman and the crying little baby girl, he took a deep breath and suppressed his resentment.

The shopkeeper also worked hard for the red ginseng.

He walked into the kitchen and filled two bowls of chicken soup with his own hands. Seeing that the stewed chicken was soft and rotten, he tore another chicken leg.

"Go, I will take you back home."

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

"Thank you shopkeeper."

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

"Little brother."

The shopkeeper stepped over the threshold with one foot, and took it back: "Don't forget to discuss with your wife about the red ginseng, and I will give you a confirmation letter tomorrow."

"to make."

Ye Jian subconsciously glanced at the hospital bed, and agreed.

"Get some rest early."

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

Ye Jian watched him leave before he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door.

"Mother, drink chicken soup."

The little baby girl stopped crying, and with her teary face, she rubbed her mother's cheek affectionately.

"Yan'er is good."

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

"Not wronged."

The baby girl's soft and waxy milk voice clearly expressed her meaning: "Mother will be cured after drinking the soup."

"Okay, mother, drink the soup."

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

After drinking the soup, his body recovered, and he was able to beat those two dogs who looked down on people.

"Let's drink the soup."

Ye Jian was dejected, and carefully approached the hospital bed with chicken soup in his hand.

The woman didn't resist, and let him scoop up the chicken soup with a small spoon, and fed it into his mouth spoon by spoon.

The little baby girl's pupils flickered, and her big tear-filled eyes spun around the two of them, staying between Ye Jian's eyebrows for a few seconds, and smiled meaningfully.

The woman drank the chicken soup and ate half of the drumstick, feeling drowsy and drowsy.

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

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

Seeing that both his mother and mother were asleep, Ye Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and drank the rest of the chicken soup in one gulp.

The chicken soup is very fragrant, and it tastes like I haven't tasted it for a long time.

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

It was hot and sweltering, and there was a bit of a cool breeze at night. He pushed the window open a gap, lay down on the bed with his clothes on, 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 quickly, and looked at her mother with concern.

The folks at Jishitang didn't lie, the doctor who stitched up my mother had superb medical skills, and the golden sore medicine was very effective.

She checked the injury carefully, nodded her head in satisfaction, and stretched out her delicate little hand, placing 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 stopped bleeding and scarred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In her sleep, the woman felt that the scar on her right leg was no longer a heart-piercing pain, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)