Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiekuang, are you all deaf?"

"Your father is injured."

"Get out of here quickly."

The third aunt stepped forward, she couldn't support Yan Bugui by herself.

Moreover.

Yan Bugui is now lying on the ground and unwilling to get up.

soon.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang walked out of the house slowly.

I didn't feel that my father was a big deal at all.

But when I came out, I saw the tragedy.

All of them panicked and hurried forward, making the scene even more chaotic.

Jia Zhang and Liu Lan came out after hearing the news.

However, they all stood far away to watch the excitement, and they didn't intend to go up to help.

"Why do I hear the sticks screaming outside?"

"Mom, are you listening?"

Jia Dongxu frowned suddenly, and vaguely heard the screams of his son in the alley.

"Jia Dongxu, your son's hands were blown to pieces, why don't you hurry up and take a look."

At this moment.

Outside the gate, a resident of the courtyard ran back from the outside, looked at Jia Dongxu in astonishment and shouted.

"what???"

"My God, what happened to my grandson?"

"Stick terrier."

Jia Dongxu, Liu Lan, and Jia Zhang's complexion changed drastically when they heard the words.

Especially Jia Zhang who loves his grandson the most.

Hearing this news, I almost passed out in 403 on the spot, and my legs were trembling when I ran outside.

"My God, my precious grandson."

"Ow..."

When Jia Zhang saw the bloody hand of the stick, he fainted on the spot.

"Take your son to the hospital quickly."

Liu Lan was quite calm.

It didn't look that sad, she didn't like children very much in the first place.

Especially the child with Jia Dongxu.

All these years have been indifferent.

It's not that much love, plus the stick has been taken care of by her grandma.

I'm used to a bad smell.

Liu Lan has even less affection for BangGong.

Even a little disgusted in my heart.

If it wasn't for being pregnant with a stick.

She had divorced Jia Dongxu a long time ago, and later the stick was born.

Liu Lan didn't mention the divorce anymore.

Had a baby.

It will be difficult to find a good family.

"well."

Jia Dongxu was completely stunned, picked up his son Banggen and ran to the hospital.

This time he knows what it means to be extremely happy begets sorrow.

the other side.

backyard.

Song Yu ran home with his younger siblings.

"Little brat, what's going on?"

Song Qingshan sat on a chair, holding the youngest little girl in his arms.

Just fell asleep.

Watching a few children running back in a hurry.

And each face is pale.

Song Qingshan knew that these bastards were not going to let Lao Tzu worry again.

"father……."

Seeing the old father's stern eyes, Song Yu, Song Fei, and Song Wu all lowered their heads.

Little Song Lingren is a big kid.

Knowing that it's time to go out on your own, after all, the father has never been willing to beat himself and his sister.

She just heard her calling daddy sweetly.

Then he took small steps and walked to the side of his father Song Qingshan, holding hands and acting coquettishly for a while.

Very good at living at such a young age.

however.

Song Qingshan kept a straight face.

"Song Yu, to be honest, what are you doing with your younger siblings?"

Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru were making dumplings at the stove.

Seeing a few kids as if they made a mistake.

Qin Huairu stood up and walked over slowly. Five years had passed, and there was no trace of age on her pretty face.

The radiance is brilliant and the skin is firmed.

Her figure is not out of shape, and she is even more graceful than when she was young.

She frowned and looked at Song Yu.

"Mom, my younger siblings and I were playing firecrackers outside, when Bang Geng suddenly ran over and scolded us."

"Then he said that he would show us a unique skill, making firecrackers with his hands, and it turned out..."

Song Yu is only five years old.

But he speaks and speaks like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Things are explained very clearly.

But in the middle of speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look into his father's eyes.

"You kid, finish talking soon."

Qin Huairu was anxious when he heard that, Banggen was a child that he also hated.

Over the years, several of my children have often fought with him.

Every time Jia Zhang's dead old woman would come over to ask the teacher about her crimes and make a big fuss.

Qin Huairu was very annoyed.

"You don't need to ask, did the stick's hand get blown off?"

Heard it was a stick.

Song Qingshan's face softened a lot.

170 Silly pillars and sticks, join forces to cure the old man? ?

"Father, how did you guess that?"

Song Yu was taken aback when he heard what his father said.

"What can we hide from our father?" Sein Fei didn't feel strange at all.

My father can always predict things like a god.

"Father, I didn't do anything this time." Song Wu said weakly.

three sons.

Three different manifestations.

Qin Huairu felt a headache when he heard it, it seems that this time his sons got into trouble again.

"Is it serious?" Qin Huairu asked with a frown.

"There was a lot of blood, it was scary." Song Ling replied.

The little girl had lingering fear on her face.

Looking at her face, she is most like Qin Huairu, with a standard oval face.

Especially a pair of almond eyes.

Smart and playful.

Wearing a floral padded jacket and a pair of small leather shoes, she looks like an elf.

"Mom, I saw my fingers were blown off."

Song Wu is not afraid at all.

Speaking of this kind of words, at such a young age, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Song Qingshan once said about this son.

If put before.

Even if he is a general who can go into battle to kill the enemy, Song Qingshan also plans to wait for this kid to grow up.

Send him to join the army.

"No, I think it was blown up." Seinfeld pursed his lips and recalled.

"Brother, you read it wrong, it was obviously a finger blown off."

Song Wu insisted on his own opinion and retorted.

"I was close at the time, and the clearest thing I could see was that it was blown up."

Seinfeld is a down-to-earth kid.

Never make up nonsense.

Seeing is believing, hearing is false, and there is one thing to say.

"Whoo~"

Listening to the argument between the two sons, Qin Huairu let out a helpless breath.

"Shut up."

Qin Huairu glared at the two sons, then looked at her old man.