Chapter 113

Song Xijiao listened to Zhong Chun's advice and asked song Yuanhan to send a post to lingfu. He invited Ling Ziqing to the elegant room of the teahouse in the city, accompanied by song Yuanhan.

When the door opened, Ling Ziqing, dressed in a white suit, strolled into his seat in a leisurely court. He was really elegant as the wind and banished as an immortal.

But song Xijiao looked at his face carefully, but felt more haggard than yesterday.

"Young master Ling, don't blame me for being too talkative. Since I have something to ask for from you, I also want to repay you." She bit her lips and hesitantly asked, "is there something wrong with your body?"

After hearing this, Ling Ziqing did not say anything. The little schoolboy standing behind him suddenly said angrily, "since Miss Song knows, why should we have to make our childe so bumpy and tired and come to the teahouse to look for you in the cold wind? The doctor specially instructs..."

"The breeze."

Ling Ziqing glanced at the little bookboy lightly, and the little bookboy immediately shut up, but staring at Song Xijiao's eyes was full of resentment.

Song Xijiao apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so sick."

"No harm." Ling Ziqing said with a smile, "if I don't want to, you will come to my house in person, and I won't see you. What I am willing to do has nothing to do with others. Have you seen all the drawings I have drawn for you? "

Song Xijiao nodded: "I've seen it. You've designed it very well. However, I only have 1500 dollars. I'm afraid it's not enough to make such a big change to the attic."

"Miss Song doesn't have to worry about money. The attic is mine, and it's my business to change it. After the renovation, Miss Song only needs to pay me the rent. "

Song Xijiao was stunned: "how can that be done?"

"Whatever I say will do." Ling Ziqing finished, coughed in a low voice, and then said softly, "if Miss Song doesn't have any other opinions, I'd like to start repairing this afternoon."

Song Xijiao looks complicated at Ling Ziqing. She knows that once she agrees, she will owe Ling Ziqing a big favor. But she seemed to have no choice but to owe him.

In the whole city of Jinzhou, she knew very few people except those from the Song family.

After thinking about it, she could only bite her lips and nod gently: "thank you very much, master Ling."

Ling Ziqing just a light smile: "I am willing to things, do not need to say thank you."

After discussing the renovation, Ling Ziqing left the teahouse, took the carriage downstairs and left slowly.

Song Yuanhan stood in front of the window and watched him leave. When he came back to sit down, he suddenly sighed.

Song Xijiao didn't see song Yuanhan so sad for a long time. She couldn't help laughing and asked, "brother, what are you sighing about?"

"I, brother tanziqing, are so beautiful and miserable."

Hearing this, song Xijiao was stunned and then chuckled: "brother, what are you talking about? Master Ling is a man! If you don't, what's the best of Longyang? "

Song Yuanhan gave her an angry look: "what nonsense? Your brother, I don't study very much. Can't I use the wrong words? However, brother Ziqing's appearance is extraordinary and his intelligence is excellent. Such a person should have suffered from an incurable disease early. What a pity

Song Xijiao couldn't help crying and laughing: "brother, don't use words indiscriminately. Do you know what kind of disease linggongzi is suffering from? "

"Don't you see that? Tuberculosis

Tuberculosis? pulmonary tuberculosis? Song Xijiao frowned. This is not a common ailment, and if you want to cure this disease by traditional Chinese medicine, you can only rely on miracles! In particular, Ling Ziqing looks like this now. I'm afraid that he has reached the late stage and is terminally ill. The chance of cure is even more remote.

However, there is a chance to be slim!

She owes Ling Ziqing such a big favor. If she can cure his illness, she will be able to rent his yard with ease. Thinking of this, she immediately said to Song Yuan: "brother, do you know if there is a famous doctor in Jinzhou City?"

"Famous doctor? However, there is a doctor named Hao who is well-known, but this little old man has a strange temper and can't see people easily. " Song Yuan Han Si cableway, "besides, brother Ziqing has already seen him."

"It doesn't matter. He can't save Mr. Ling. It doesn't mean I can't either. But I only remember some prescriptions, but I don't know the herbs and the basic pharmacology. If you want to make prescription for Mr. Ling, you have to learn from a master. "

Song Yuanhan suddenly widened his eyes: "are you dispensing? Good sister, don't make a fool of yourself. It's not for fun! It's going to kill you if you don't do it right. "

Elder brother song, don't you laugh at me? Nature is serious. Just tell me where the doctor Hao lives

At noon, song Xijiao came home and met his mother, who was rushing out to deliver rice to chestnuts.

Song Xijiao asked, "what about Zhong Chun?"

Song's mother said, "as soon as you left this morning, he went up the mountain."

"Up the mountain again." She pouted and said, "what kind of treasure is there on the mountain that deserves his attentions?"

Song Mother helplessly smile: "diligent is a good thing, you have what to be dissatisfied with, like your brother used to do, every day slip the streets and lane drinking, gambling, you are happy?"Then he shook his head and went to look for chestnuts with the barrel.

After eating lunch by herself, song Xijiao began to write down the prescriptions that two old people in her family talked about all day when she was a child. These prescriptions are not only folk prescriptions collected from the folk, but also the secret prescriptions of family medicine books.

Although she could recite these prescriptions, she had no idea what they were for. I can only write it down as much as possible. Maybe there is a secret recipe for treating tuberculosis.

After she finished, she carefully dried the ink, covered it with hard paper, sewed it with needle and thread, and made it look like a book. Finally, she picked up the pen and wanted to write a few words on it. Afraid that she could not write well, she simply kept it and waited for Zhong chun to come back to write.

This is dark.

After dark, Zhong Chun hasn't come back yet. Song Xijiao is worried. Thinking of yesterday, she also came back after dark. At that time, Zhongchun must be as anxious as her, no, perhaps more anxious than her. Because Zhong Chun is a man with great strength and much safer than her.

Comparing her heart to heart, she felt more guilty. She decided secretly in her heart that when and where to go and when she would come back, she must tell Zhong Chun in advance, so as not to worry him.

Just thinking about it, she suddenly saw a dark figure turning in from the entrance of the Hutong. She rushed over and hugged people: "you just came back. I'm so anxious..." Just finish saying the body and suddenly open, incredible look at him, "how is your body wet?"

Zhong Chun light smile: "accidentally fell into the water."

"Fall into the water? It's freezing and the water is freezing. Where did you fall into Song Xijiao was still full of doubts, but she felt a gust of wind and was afraid that he was suffering from a cold illness, so she quickly dragged him home.

When she got home, she packed him into a warm room, went to the kitchen to heat up hot water, and then lit the fire. She heard song's mother cry out: "Xijiao, come on, Zhongchun has passed out!"

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