Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　At the same time, she asked:

　　"Godfather, can I go to your place to play with my sister?"

　　"I can't do it yet~ My sister is going out of town these two days."

　　Wu Shaobai made an excuse to avoid cross-infection caused by excessive contact between the two children.

　　Then he thought about it and said to Yang Mi:

　　"Come home with me. Go home to get the medicine. Tonight I will put two sticks of traditional Chinese medicine on her and give her a massage. Observe it for a night and see, if you don't repeat it a lot, it will get better soon. "

　　"Ok, Ok!"

　　Yang Mi nodded and turned to look at Yang Xiaolin:

　　"Dad, then Lao Wu and I will go home to get the medicine, shall we take you back first?"

　　"Am I with you two?"

　　"Farewell, it's so cold today, you're tossing around with a cold, then I really have a big head."

　　Yang Mi shook her head:

　　"It's too late, you're tired, go back to rest, I'll be calling you then. Let's go, let's not delay, hurry up."

　　"……Row."

　　Yang Xiaolin didn't delay, and didn't even need two people to send it off, he said directly:

　　"I'll take a taxi, you can go directly."

　　"do not……"

　　"Be obedient!! Take care of the sticky rice first!"

　　Old Yang Zhan showed the ability of the old policeman, walked to the door of the hospital on his own, stopped a car and left.

　　Seeing this, Yang Mi didn't say much, while Wu Shaobai pushed Sun Ting to the co-pilot.

　　The car just walked out of the hospital gate, when suddenly, Yang Mi said:

　　"Old Wu, there is a pharmacy here, there are shelves of traditional Chinese medicine! Let's buy it here?"

　　"No."

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head without saying a word:

　　"Some of the medicines in this kind of pharmacy are not processed, and the efficacy of the medicine is not available, which means it is useless. Moreover, these medicines are purchased by pharmaceutical companies and have a fixed production base. The mass-produced medicines are not as good as some old farmers. It came out well."

　　"Uh……"

　　Yang Mi didn't speak, she nodded.

　　Wu Shaobai continued to drive Yang Mi's commercial vehicle towards the Wu family's residence.

　　In fact, Yang Mi only came to Wu's house once when Tong Liya and Wu Shaobai got married.

　　This is the second time.

　　After the car arrived at the Wu family's ancestral house at around 9 o'clock, several people got off the car.

　　Pushing open the door, he carried Xiao Nuomi and walked directly to the main room, when he heard Xiao Nuomi say:

　　"Godfather, a lot of cats~"

　　"Hmm~"

　　Looking at the group of cats who were diligently guarding the Wu family's ancestral house, Wu Shaobai whistled.

　　"Hey~~"

　　Several cats quickly jumped down from the courtyard wall.followed a few people.

　　As soon as the door of the main room opened, the cats also walked in along the door, then ran through the door leading to the backyard and disappeared.

　　And Wu Shaobai also followed the cat's footsteps, came to the backyard, and saw the light in the medicine cottage.

　　"Who?"

　　Wu Xianliang's voice came out, and then the door curtain was lifted, and Wu Qingyuan's face was revealed.

　　"Me, grandpa, second uncle, are you here too?"

　　"Shaobai? Why are you here... yo? There are guests? This child..."

　　Looking at Yang Mi who was wearing a mask behind, Wu Qingyuan didn't recognize who it was, and shouted.

　　Yang Mi quickly took off her mask:

　　"Hello, Uncle Wu."

　　"Ah? Xiao Yang? Hello, hello... Come in, come in. Is this Xiao Nuomi?"

　　Xiao Nuomi in Wu Shaobai's arms glanced at Wu Qingyuan in front of him, and said in a milky voice:

　　"Hello uncle~"

　　"..."

　　Wu Qingyuan's mouth twitched.

　　"Hahaha~ Nuomi, you have to call grandpa, this is the second grandpa."

　　Wu Shaobai explained with a smile, and then walked into the medicine house.

　　As soon as I entered, I smelled the sweet and bitter taste of medicinal herbs.

　　"Grandpa. Sticky rice, this is Grandpa too."

　　"Hello grandpa~"

　　"Eh~"

　　The old man laughed very happily when he heard this title, and looked at the two people who followed behind him, smiled and nodded, and asked his grandson:

　　"what happened?"

　　"The child has a fever in the lungs and has a fever in the afternoon. Grandpa, can you take a look?"

　　If it were normal, Wu Shaobai would definitely not say that.

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　　A child with pneumonia is just a pediatrician.

　　But TCM's way of seeing, hearing, asking, and knowing how to heal is not just about treatment, it also has this set of matching things.

　　For example... to appease the emotions of the parents of the children.

　　The inherent impression of traditional Chinese medicine is that the older the better.

　　And if Wu Xianliang showed it and said "it's okay", it is actually more reliable than what Wu Shaobai said.

　　After all, Yang Mi knows that if the Wu family's traditional Chinese medicine is the best, it must be Mr. Wu.

　　Therefore, when he heard Sun Tzu's words, Wu Xianliang immediately understood the meaning.

　　The tacit understanding between the grandfather and the grandson made him wave directly to Wu Qingyuan:

　　"Go get the medicine pillow and stethoscope."

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　　"Okay, Dad."

　　"All sit down."

　　After instructing Yang Mi and Sun Ting to sit down, Wu Shaobai also sat aside.

　　The old man smiled and pulled over the timid little glutinous rice, and said in a pleasant manner:

　　"Come on, Niuniu, stick out your tongue for Grandpa to see~"

　　……

　　After some inspection, the old man took off the stethoscope on his ear and smiled at Yang Mi:

　　"Ordinary lung heat, no problem."

　　"call……"

　　Yang Mi was obviously relaxed.

　　Then, the old man said to Wu Shaobai:

　　"Go and prescribe the medicine, according to the three gold prescriptions, a small amount according to the situation. I will match two navel stickers, and then give the child a massage."

　　Hearing the prescription, Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"Understood. That's what I planned to do~ Are we going to cook here?"

　　Hearing the grandson's words, the old man was taken aback... He glanced at the time subconsciously.

　　It's 10 o'clock.

　　Immediately, he understood what the grandson meant, and nodded with relief:

　　"Alright, do you have a stove over there?"

　　"I'll take two sets with me."

　　"Row."

　　The old man nodded and said to Wu Qingyuan:

　　"Take a bag of coals and two stoves."

　　"Okay, Dad."

　　"I'm going to get the medicine."

　　Wu Shaobai turned his head and walked out.

　　After a while, Wu Shaobai, carrying two plastic pockets in his hand, got into the car driven by Sun Ting:

　　"Mr. Wu, where are we going?"

　　"Go back to her house."