When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

Although Luo Song didn't know who the old man was carrying the medicine box, he still let this man diagnose his mother's pulse based on his trust in his sister.

Sister, will mother be okay? Luo Song stared at the old doctor with his eyes fixed on him, but he held Luo Shui's hand tightly, looking extremely worried.

Seeing that his face was wrinkled, Luo Shui patted his arm and comforted him in a low voice: It's okay. Dr. Zhao has good medical skills. Mom will be fine!

Imperial physician? Luo Song felt a little unable to react. Is this the imperial doctor he thought of?

In order to avoid suspicion, Huangfu Yuanshen only asked the maids to go in to help. He stood at the door and his deep and pleasant voice entered the room.

The thatched house is not soundproof, and the sounds inside can be clearly heard outside.

... Luo Luo, don't worry, just tell me what medicinal materials you need! Huangfu Yuan said calmly.

The man's voice reached the room, and it was suddenly quiet for a second, and then the tension disappeared.

After diagnosing the pulse, the imperial doctor took out a silver needle and pricked Yun Shi a few times. After a while, he withdrew the needle, touched his beard, and said slowly: Madam, there is nothing serious. You need to rest more in the future. You need to be replenished!

In the final analysis, he was just malnourished and weak, coupled with years of depression, his mood had gone up and down just now, and he fell into coma.

Luo Shui breathed a sigh of relief and signaled the maid to send the imperial doctor out. Fortunately, everything was fine, otherwise the knot in his heart would never be untied.

Next to him, Luo Song's nervous expression gradually faded away, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Mom is fine, that's great! His tightly clenched fists finally loosened.

Luo Shui also smiled. She stretched out her hand to tuck the cold and hard quilt on the bed. She felt sour and said to Qiuniang: Bring over the new quilt we brought.

Although it is already spring, this house is shady and cool, and even a normal person cannot hold it without a thick cover, not to mention Yun's too weak body.

Everything was outside, Qiuniang quickly brought it in.

The quilt made of newly popped cotton is big, soft and warm.

Luo Shui took the new quilt, and with Qiuniang's help, he covered Yunshi gently, and then pulled Luo Song outside.

Luo Song was very uncomfortable seeing so many powerful people for the first time, especially the tall and cold man at the head, which made him dare not look at him.

Fortunately, the news that his sister was still alive dispelled the panic in his heart, and the cute and smart Yan Hui was there to adjust the atmosphere.

Sister, where have you been all these years? My parents have been worried about you. By the way, my father went to the mountains and will be back today. Luo Song pulled Luo Shui and whispered.

He always knew that his sister was not dead. How could something happen to such a good person like his sister? !

Luo Shui looked at his thin shoulders and clearly visible cheekbones on his face, and felt sour in his heart. He suddenly regretted coming back now. No matter how difficult it was, he should find a way to bring a letter back.

Fortunately, her family is still there and she still has a chance to make amends.

Although Luo Song was talking to Luo Shui, his eyes would occasionally glance at Yan Hui, who was sitting upright at the side. Huangfu Yuanshen was so stunned that he didn't dare to take another look.

Luo Shui covered her mouth and chuckled, and took Yan Hui's little hand, This is Yan Hui, Song'er is now your uncle. Yan Hui, this is your uncle.

Luo Song's eyes lit up, and a silly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He...he actually became his uncle?

Yan Hui stood next to Luo Song with a small body like a meat dumpling, bowed slightly, and said in a sweet voice: Hello, little uncle!

With a smile on his face, Luo Shui pointed at Huangfu Yuanchen and introduced to Luo Song: This is your brother-in-law.

Huangfu Yuan's cold and solemn expression softened, and his eyes looked at her with tenderness.

Seeing this scene, Luo Song's fear of his brother-in-law inexplicably faded a lot, and his face that was still a little stiff finally softened.

Brother-in-law...

Huangfu Yuan nodded lightly and said lightly: Well, you're welcome, my family!

He is a man of his word, and just saying this shows that he has a good impression of the Luo family and is willing to protect him.

Luo Song felt happy when he heard this. Although he didn't know what this sentence meant, he felt particularly powerful, like a little eagle being protected by an eagle.