rebirth medicine

Chapter 2 Reborn Childhood
Qi Shu was awakened by the stinging pain of penetrating needles penetrating into his body all-pervasively. The fine and dense stinging sensation on his face was like the stinging sensation of countless bee tail needles piercing into his body, and following this stinging pain The hot and viscous feeling that came out of her chest made her a little confused for a while.

The last memory always stays on the rough palm, the strong arm, and the weak struggle.

The powerlessness in her memory and the tingling in reality intertwined, making her think she was still in a dream, or just her own hallucination.

Maybe the tightly closed eyes, the smoothed out wrinkles, and the pale and thin face are just my own illusions.

What supported this impression was the voice from Qi Shu's ear.

An extremely anxious voice kept asking, "Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu, are you okay?"

Then there was a wave of bumps that made Qi Shu want to vomit, shaking back and forth, making Qi Shu very uncomfortable, she has always been dizzy when it comes to spinning and shaking objects, it reminded her that the hospital does not allow parents to shake newborns Son, otherwise the newborn's falling asleep is not actually falling asleep, but being shaken faint by the parents, is it possible that he will faint again before he wakes up?
If not, how could such a young and energetic father's voice be heard.

Unable to bear it, she began to sob, Dad, Dad, I really miss you.

"Give me Xiaoshu, look at how comfortable you are holding her, go and call Uncle Han, and help me see how Xiaoshu is doing?" After another warm voice sounded, Qi Shu was gently picked up and fell into a warm embrace, bringing her mother's sweet taste.

And that strong sense of dizziness gradually dissipated, leaving only a lazy sense of comfort and a slight tingling sensation on the face, but the stinging pain was already tolerable. He couldn't help but adjust his position, lying more comfortably in the warm arms.

If this is a dream, this is a hallucination, let it be longer, longer.

"Mr. Yun, look at the child. I'll prepare some hot water and clean towels for the child. I'll clean it up first. I hope it's okay, but if your face is disfigured, it's like a little girl, hey~~" There was a little bit in the voice. Worried, there was a rush of footsteps, but the inconsistency of the key points before and after this passage brought a strange sense of disobedience to the thoughtful words that were originally comforting.

This, isn't it, Second Aunt's voice?
If Qi Shu felt that the voices of her parents before were hallucinations, but the voice of the young second aunt appeared in her dreams for no reason, then it would not be very realistic.

Then, a piece of soft and clean cloth was gently wiped her face, the movements were very gentle, but the needle-pricking sensation on her face seemed to be moved, and a heart-piercing pain occurred again, mixed with Feeling the weird itching, Qi Shu couldn't help but blinked, trying not to shed tears. Gradually, everything in front of him became clearer and clearer.

"Hey, okay, okay, I finally opened my eyes."

"It's a good thing I didn't hurt my eyes."

"It's scary to death, the children must be optimistic about it in the future."

After Qi Shu opened his eyes, there was a lot of noise around him.

At first, there was a bright white in front of her eyes, and when she gradually got used to the bright white, the first thing Qi Shu saw was an enlarged version of the young, worried face of her mother—Qin Yunjun, Qin Yunjun's young face Shangzheng felt unconcealable anxiety, and his eye sockets were also flushed, with tears in them.

Then Qi Shu saw some strangers, not far or near, surrounding her and her mother, chatting in a hurry, but she didn't know any of them, only a vague sense of familiarity.

Then, Qi Shu saw a pair of white and tender hands with a bit of baby fat on them, and she was horrified. These were definitely not her hands, but the palms of a three or four-year-old child. There was a little bit of red blood, and the contrast between white and red seemed a little creepy.

She was dizzy for a while, looked at her palm, at the young mother, at the young second aunt.

Then, I saw the young father galloping towards him, dragging behind him a rather old, but hale and hearty strange old man with a kind smile.

Qi Shu was a little confused, but she suddenly found something from the depths of her memory. It was when she was three and a half years old. For some unknown reason, she fell to the ground from a height when she was a child. In time, the ground was full of straw stubble, thorns and the like. Although the height of the fall was not high, how could the child's incomparably soft skin withstand it, and Qi Shu still had no protection from the front. land.

According to my mother's description of the situation at that time, she was pierced with fine blood spots all over her face. Fortunately, the treatment was timely, and the thorns were not deep, and there were no sequelae. Otherwise, at a young age , disfigured, in fact, it will be quite a stimulus for her future life
I heard this matter from my mother, and she will never have the impression, at least not so detailed that even her fat and tender little hands are covered with blood spots, and her sensitive little nose is still smelling the faint smell. bloody smell.

Is it?

Is she really reborn?

Woo woo woo, Qi Shu couldn't help sobbing again.

Thank God, thank God for giving her a chance to save everything, thank God for giving her a chance to love her parents again.

Now my father is young and lively, strong and strong, and the regular farm work has not left too many marks on his body. His skin is still fair and there are no traces of sunlight. His fair skin has always made Qi Shu and his mother jealous. , but the palm looks a little rough.

The young mother has a gentle smile, bright eyes, and a soft tone. She has long black hair, shining in the sun, oily and shiny. She is still the beautiful mother.

"Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu, is it hurting again? Or is there something uncomfortable?" Qin Yunjun's soft and gentle voice became more and more anxious. It has been a while. Logically speaking, even if it hurts, it is the most painful force It should be over, why did he start crying again, Qin Yunjun was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, even under the warm and comfortable autumn sun.

"Hey, Zhihong, hurry up, where's Xiao Shu?" The kind old man's voice was panting, and he looked very tired, but he was obviously still worried about Qi Shu, even though he was out of breath, he kept urging him Qi Zhihong quickly led the way.

Qi Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, the autumn sun was so warm.

"Uncle Han, here, here." Qi Zhihong touched the sweat on his forehead, panting, seemed to be more tired than the old man, hurriedly pushed the crowd away, and brought the old man to Qi Shu By his side, the crowd around him also stepped aside one after another.

I didn't see what that Uncle Han was doing, but he stretched out his hand and quickly passed over Qi Shu's face. Every time he passed by a place, Qi Shu's face felt a little itchy, just when she couldn't help but move. When he moved his head to avoid the itching, Uncle Han stopped his movements, and then lightly applied some liquid medicine on Qi Shu's face, which was very cool and comfortable.

But what happened to this old man with a kind face?

In Qi Shu's memory, her mother never mentioned this person.

Feeling Uncle Han's pair of old, but rosy and elastic hands moving quickly on his face, Qi Shu could imagine how dexterous his hands were, definitely not like an old man.

(End of this chapter)