Chapter 1649

Every time he sees his brother like this, he has a terrible headache.

He had a headache, and his breathing became heavier. Duanmu yawang couldn't turn a blind eye. When he was about to speak, the executor followed him first came forward anxiously: "master, my subordinates asked someone to decoct medicine for you?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, walked over and asked, "brother, what's the matter with you?"

At this question, song Yicai suddenly raised his head.

The bailiff was stunned and looked at the young man strangely.

Song Yiyao has been suffering from this disease for more than half a year, and the youth also knows it. However, even if song Yiyao has a headache, sometimes he just looks at it indifferently. At most, he says to take medicine and goes in a daze alone.

I don't know what care is.

This is the first time in six months that he has asked this kind of concern.

Song Yi's food only feels like an afterlife.

The executor almost wet his eyes.

"Brother?" the boy was a little anxious and asked again, "what's the matter with you?"

Song Yiyao looked at him and said nothing. He reached out and rubbed the boy's head. His voice was hoarse: "my brother is happy." he almost thought that he would never hear the only person he cares about so much in his life.

"Sister, show me your brother." the boy was still a little worried and looked at Duanmu ya: "sister, you have the best medical skills. You must know what's wrong with your brother."

“！！”

As soon as this word came out, everyone present was stunned!

How does he know Duanmu yawang has excellent medical skills?

Although Duanmu yawang had seen him sick, at that time, he was in a coma all the way and had never seen Duanmu yawang at all. Because he resisted taking medicine, no one dared to mention Duanmu yawang to him after Duanmu yawang left.

So, how on earth did he know duanmuya wanted to know medicine?

It's really the first time they've seen each other!

Song Yicai couldn't help it after all. He shook his brother's shoulder and said, "Xiao Yao, do you know Miss Duanmu?"

"Yes!"

Song Xiyao looked at his brother strangely. "Didn't I tell you just now? Brother, do you have a headache and bad memory?"

Song Yicai covered his eyes and didn't know what to say.

He was at a loss and looked at duanmuya. Duanmuya understood what he meant. She shook her head.

Her memory has never been wrong. She can be very sure that she has never seen this teenager. The teenager is very excellent. If she has, she must recognize it.

Besides, she came to this world for about a year, and the original owner had never left the Empire and did not know medicine. How could he know her?

But the boy said that she knew medicine, which was really strange.

"What's the matter with you?" the boy was a little anxious. "Sister, can you see your brother's situation?"

"OK."

Duanmu yawang nodded and said to Song Yi: "give me your hand."

Song Yiyao glanced at his brother and handed him his hand.

Duanmu yawang started the pulse for him. For a moment, in the young man's focused eyes, she said: "young master song is too nervous, too anxious, and his rest is not good, resulting in too tight nerves. For a long time, it caused his headache."

In fact, the headache phenomenon can be very complex and needs to be carefully checked. However, Duanmu yawang can still determine the slight situation.

"Well, is this headache serious?" the boy asked with concern.

"It's not serious, but it will affect his personal life. If he wants to be tired or unhappy, he will have such a situation." after that, she asked song Yiyao: "is it sometimes painful and sweating all over?"

Song Yiyao nodded and said honestly, "yes."

I always feel something pumping in my head. The pain is unbearable.

"This needs more rest and more relaxation." Duanmu yawang looked at the boy and said seriously, "your brother is worried about you. Do you want to be obedient, you know?"

The boy was a little confused. After a moment, he bit his lip and said in a small voice, "sister, I'm not ill. My brother always asks people to come to see me. Those people are strange. I don't want to eat the medicine they gave me."

Then he thought of something and looked at Duanmu ya: "sister, do you also think I'm ill?"

The boy in front of me is really normal. He is a normal child.

He can think and care about people. Even a little emotion is within the normal range, but Duanmu yawang didn't forget his hysteria in the room and the description of song Yiyao and others.

Of course, she can't stimulate him.

Teenagers have the strongest self-esteem and care about some things.

She didn't answer, but asked, "in your eyes, I have strong medical skills, right?"

"Yes!" the boy nodded seriously, "no one is stronger than you."

"Thank you."

Duanmu yawang smiled gently, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. She said in a warm voice, "touch yourself and have a look."

Puzzled, the boy reached out and touched his wrist. With this touch, he found that his wrist was very thin.

Almost bony.

He was stunned and raised his hand. "I seem to have lost a lot." why did he lose so much?

He only knows that he has seen a lot of tangled things during this time. He is too upset and helpless. Think about it carefully. It seems that he hasn't had dinner and chatted with his brother for a long time?

What did he... Do?

"Yes."

Duanmu Ya looked at her, nodded and whispered, "you're in a bad mood. It's time to grow up. Your body is so thin. There must be some small problems. Why don't I prescribe medicine for you to regulate your body?"

The teenager stared at her: "conditioning the body, can you take medicine?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang looked back at him seriously: "I promise that everything will not get better after you take the medicine. Moreover, the medicine I give you is easy to eat. You don't have to drink a large bowl of medicine."

The boy's eyes lit up and he was obviously moved.

However, children like to care. He tilted his head and asked, "how long do I have to take?"

"You are so thin that you have to eat for at least a month."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, "a month is not long."

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips with a smile and agreed: "yes, it's not long."

"OK!" the boy nodded solemnly. "Sister, as long as you give me medicine, I'll take it!"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang smiled.

Song Yicai and the executor didn't expect that things would develop so smoothly that they were almost full of tears!

Duanmu Ya glanced at Song Yi's food and whispered to him: "prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me. Do a full set of drama."

"Good!"

After Song Yi's heart whispered a response, he opened his mouth and looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "Miss Duanmu, I'll write you a prescription?" in fact, the medicine has been given for many days.

Some small prescriptions were also written to them.

"OK."

Duanmuya nodded, held the boy's hand and said, "let's go back to the hall?"

"OK."

The young man answered and followed Duanmu yawang.

Naturally, it was impossible for song Yicai to prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone himself. He followed them all the way and asked the bailiff to do it. When they went back to the hall, the bailiff had already prepared everything.

Duanmu yawang was about to write, and the young man worried and said, "write about my brother first. It's estimated that it will take some time for me to regulate my body. My brother has a headache and needs treatment first."

Song Yicai listened to his brother's voice and felt like the sound of nature. He rubbed his brother's head and said in a warm voice: "don't worry, my brother has a headache. After the pain just now, it won't hurt long ago."

Seeing him so good, his head was not tight, and naturally it didn't hurt.

The young man was worried that he would cheat him and stared at his brother: "really? Don't cheat me."

Song Yi Yao's lips were filled with a smile, "ask your sister."

The young man changed his eyes and looked at duanmuya.

Duanmuya looked at the look of Song Yi's food and knew that his headache had passed, so she nodded very seriously, "yes, this headache is temporary."

The boy was still worried, "but he still had to prescribe medicine for his brother, didn't he?"

"Yes." duanmuya looked obedient and said, "I'll write about your brother first."

"Good!"

The boy was satisfied and said sweetly, "thank you, sister!"

"Small things, don't be polite." Duanmu yawang was very gentle to the young man, so he hung his head and began to write seriously.

The boy looked at her writing curiously.

Song Yiyao looked at his brother and felt that the heat flow in his chest kept surging. He felt that his brother finally came back