Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 87
Although the man walked lightly, there was a hint of anxiety in his steps. He looked at Song Wanzhi with a hint of joy and distress, but his face could not conceal the exhaustion.

This is a proud teenager.

It was Yang Jingzhi who came.

He stood in front of Song Wanzhi without stopping, then bowed slightly, and said, "Miss Song."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head with a difficult look on his face.

Song Wanzhi's thoughts were exquisite and clear, and when he finished speaking, he asked, "Is there anything Mr. Yang would like Wanzhi to do his best?"

Yang Jingzhi is not a person who is good at asking for help. He was grateful for this girl in his heart, and said: "I heard that Miss Song is good at medicine. My mother is sick now. I have seen many doctors, but there is nothing I can do. I went to Miss Song just now. The family inquired and learned that Miss Song was out, so they came looking for her."

Song Wanzhi heard it, and immediately said: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, please take Wanzhi to have a look."

Yang Jingzhi nodded, thanked him, and rushed home with Song Wanzhi and others.

Yang Jingzhi's family was poor. From other places to Zhaodu, he got a student position in Tianhe Academy with his knowledge, and the place where he lived was also a remote place where the poor lived.

Song Wanzhi followed him through the narrow alleys before seeing the small house surrounded by mud walls. Yang Jingzhi said: "The cold room is simple, I hope you ladies will forgive me."

Song Wanzhi just nodded and walked in.

Yang Jingzhi's home is indeed simple and poor. As soon as he entered, the air of poverty came to his face, and Yang's mother coughed continuously, Yang Jingzhi hurried in, and then helped Yang's mother: "Mother, you want to drink water." ?"

Mother Yang's panting voice came from inside the house: "Don't, leave me alone, you go and busy with your academy affairs. But, you can't delay your new year's exams."

Yang Jingzhi patted her on the back and said, "Mother, the academy is on holiday. I'm at home."

"Again, nonsense again! Cough cough cough, I, I'm fine... Go, bring that dress, I'll mend it for you."

Yang Jingzhi looked at his mother with heartache, who moved to Zhaodu, and didn't know what kind of hardships he had suffered. In order to live here, he was allowed to study at Tianhe Academy, and he washed and cooked for others day and night. In order to let his mother relax, he went to help the restaurant to wash the dishes, but his mother found out, took a broom and drove him back, scolding him, saying that he didn't spend his time studying, what was he doing with his free time.Later, when he entered Tianhe Academy, the days were barely better, but a few days ago her mother got up to mend his clothes, and she was reluctant to burn coals, so she suffered from the wind and cold, and it has not recovered until now.

Just as Yang Jingzhi was about to persuade her, Song Wanzhi had already opened the curtain and came in. Mother Yang saw Song Wanzhi, her eyes lit up, and suddenly she felt that the corners of her eyes were shining brightly, and the pearls rolled down. She looked at Yang Jingzhi excitedly .

Yang Jingzhi's face was reddish, but Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Ma'am, I'm a student of Mr. Yang's school, and I know some medical skills. Mr. let me take a look."

Mother Yang's eyes dimmed, but she held up her smile and coughed, "Trouble, trouble girl. I, I'm fine."

Song Wanzhi stepped forward and said softly, "Ma'am, you need to get well soon so as not to worry Mr. Yang. You should wait for you to mend clothes before you get better. Otherwise, you will be as filial as Mr. Yang." Son, don't you have to worry about it again, how can things be done in the academy?"

When Mother Yang heard this, she nodded hastily.

Song Wanzhi put his hand on Yang's mother's wrist, only feeling that the pulse condition was blurred, floating on it and unable to sink to the bottom, and said: "Ma'am, your body is fine, and you will be fine after half a month of cultivation. Tired."

(End of this chapter)