Song Yiqing was grateful to Fang Huaian for being reasonable, and she relieved the burden in her heart.

Fang Huaian looked at the time: "You go ahead. I'll pick up Jinnian. I'll pick you up at Luo's house later."

"good."

Song Yiqing walked briskly and headed straight for the Luo family.

This is her third time here, and the Luo family's small white garden mansion is really impressive.

Looking from a distance, she recognized it as the Luo family's villa at a glance.

She rang the doorbell, and to her surprise, it was Luo Tiegen who opened the door for her.

Luo Tiegen was surprised when he saw her: "Auntie, you are here!"

With his body like a ball of flesh, he quickly rushed into her arms.

Song Yiqing was hit by him and stepped back repeatedly, and everything in her hand fell to the ground.

Luo Tiegen smiled and said, "Auntie, are you here to see grandpa?"

She said "hmm" softly.

He had sworn not long ago that he would never enter the Luo family's front door.

Only a few days later, I took the initiative to visit my doctor.

It can only be said that humans are complex animals, and plans cannot change as fast as they do.

Luo Tiegen was even happier, and he ran back to the villa again.

"I'm going to tell my grandparents right now!"

Luo Tiegen left the door open for her, and Song Yiqing walked into the villa easily.

The layout in the villa is the same as before, but the difference is that the faces of the people here have indelible sadness.

When the servants saw her, they respectfully called out: "Miss."

Song Yiqing felt uncomfortable all over.

"Miss, the master's room is upstairs, I will take you there!"

Song Yiqing agreed and followed her upstairs.

Before she even reached the room, Song Yiqing heard the sound of violent coughing.

The servant stood at the door: "This is the master's room. Miss, grandpa is really ill."

Song Yiqing nodded and knocked on the door.

Wang Minglan raised her voice: "Is this my daughter? Come in quickly!"

Song Yiqing opened the door and saw an entire suite.

A large wooden European-style bed was placed in the center of the room. Luo Mingsheng was lying on the bed, looking pale, breathing rapidly, and coughing from time to time, which echoed throughout the room.

Wang Minglan stepped forward and took her hand, her eyes slightly red: "Nanny, it's great that you can come!"

Song Yiqing was very uncomfortable with her intimate behavior and wanted to withdraw her hand but was afraid that she would break her heart.

In the end, she had no choice but to pull him and bring him to Luo Mingsheng's bedside.

Although Luo Mingsheng was seriously ill and there was a hint of weakness in his voice, his momentum was not reduced by half.

"How did you come?"

"I heard that the Luo family spent a lot of money to seek medical treatment, so I naturally wanted to come and have a look."

Luo Mingsheng was critical: "Huh, I knew you weren't so kind and just came to see me!"

Wang Minglan poked his arm: "Nannan finally came back, please speak properly."

"I'm about to die on this bed, how can I talk properly!"

Song Yiqing sat beside the bed: "Don't worry, you won't die as long as I'm here."

The way father and daughter talk is exactly the same.

Luo Tiegen stood aside and watched the two of them fighting like gods.

"I don't need you to look!"

Song Yiqing couldn't help but took his hand and felt for his pulse.

Luo Mingsheng is indeed very ill...

He was physically deficient, suffering from stagnation and suffering from severe phlegm-dampness in his lungs. If he didn't take care of himself, he would really be at the end of his rope.

Luo Mingsheng said he would not let her see a doctor, but he still obediently let her take her pulse without struggling.

After a while, Wang Minglan asked with concern: "Nanny, how is he?"

Song Yiqing looked disgusted: "I won't die in a while."

She took out a paper and pen from her arms, squatted on the bedside table beside her, and wrote a long prescription.

"Follow this prescription and take medicine twice a day. Before breakfast and after dinner, remember to take it on time."

"You're not going to poison me, are you?"

Song Yiqing looked at him indifferently: "If I want you to die, I can just wait until you die of illness. Why should I come to save you and be charged with murder."

Luo Mingsheng closed his eyes and said nothing.

She took out another stack of silver needles from her arms: "I'll give you two needles, so you can sleep well."

The coughing all night kept him from sleeping well for several days.

He silently felt the silver needle pierce into his body, the air in his lungs seemed to be relieved, and his cough became lighter.

No one in the room spoke, everyone watched her perform the acupuncture in silence.

When the last needle was pulled out, Luo Mingsheng was lying on the bed, breathing evenly.

Wang Minglan smiled knowingly.

Luo Mingsheng's illness was treated in a large hospital, but the doctors were helpless and told him to go home and rest.

After Song Yiqing gave him a few injections, he was able to sleep peacefully, which shows that her medical skills are really high.

She rekindled Luo Ming's hope.

"Let him have a good sleep and let's go outside and chat."

Wang Minglan left the room and carefully closed the door.

Song Yiqing went downstairs with her, and the two sat on the sofa in the living room.

"I also brought you some supplements this time. You have damaged your spleen and stomach by thinking too much, and you need to take good care of it."

She was very happy that Song Yiqing could remember them.

"I'm sorry for your trouble."

Song Yiqing shook her head: "I'm just doing this to the best of my ability, and I think of it as repaying you for having children."

"Nanny, you don't owe us anything. We owe you. You don't need to repay our kindness."

Even so, Song Yiqing knew that it was difficult for her to give up, so she might as well do what she wanted to do.

She didn't know what to say anymore, and it was her own embarrassment to drink tea.

Wang Minglan noticed her discomfort, took out a bankbook from her arms and pushed it in front of her eyes.

Song Yiqing has seen this thing, which is similar to ancient silver notes.

"This is the consultation fee for you, I hope you can accept it."

She was sincere, whether it was to treat Luo Mingsheng or to compensate her, she hoped that she could accept the money.

Song Yiqing declined as expected.

"I can't accept this money."

"You need to look at the amount first, and it's not too late to refuse."

Song Yiqing knew that the Luo family had a big business and was spending a lot of money, which must be a lot of money.

But her conscience told her that she must not accept the money.

She was firm: "No matter how much it is, I won't take it. Please take it back."

Wang Minglan looked at her three times in confusion, as if she saw the shadow of Luo Mingsheng in her body.

She really looks like him, both in appearance and personality.

She smiled and took the bankbook back: "I was abrupt about this matter, so don't mind."

Song Yiqing shook her head: "I can't."

She could feel Wang Minglan's kindness and guilt.

It was getting late, and it was almost time for her to leave as agreed with Fang Huaian.

"I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first. You must remember to eat the things I brought you and take good care of yourself."

"Okay, okay."

Even though Wang Minglan was reluctant to give up, she stood up to see him off.
Chapter completed!