Qin Muxiu helped Zhao Zheng to the table, and he was a little embarrassed to eat, saying, "You two didn't eat either, right?"

Qin Muxiu smiled gently and said, "We ate it at home, don't worry about us, eat it quickly, it won't be delicious if it's messed up."

Zhao Zheng then started eating.

Jiang Cuilan ran away without cooking lunch. The breakfast was just a bowl of wild vegetable soup for each person. He and Zhuzi had been hungry for a long time.

After eating, Zhao Jin'er was about to clean up the dishes, Qin Muxiu said, "I'll do it, you can see it for uncle and Zhuzi."

Zhao Jin'er sat at the table as he said, "Uncle, Zhuzi, please stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse."

Zhao Zheng was stunned, "You can see a doctor?"

Why didn't you know before?

Zhao Jiner smiled shyly, "It's not that good at seeing it, but I learned some superficiality from my father in the past. I'll show you first. If you can't see the reason, you still have to find a doctor. It's not a solution to endure it like this."

Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly, "There is no longer a loss at home, what should I do if I don't boil it?"

Half a month ago, he started coughing first, and then Zhuzi started coughing too.

As I coughed, I felt heat repeatedly, and I was struggling to death.

He asked Jiang Cuilan to go to the town to get some medicine, but Jiang Cuilan said that there was no money for the medicine at home, so he just picked up some ginger and came back to stew the soup. He only let Zhuzi drink it alone, and Zhao Zheng didn't even drink the soup residue.

As a result, the father and son got along, the more sick they became.

In addition to scolding Zhao Zheng for harming others and himself, Jiang Cuilan was still reluctant to pay for the doctor to get medicine for them. Seeing that both of them were sick and were left with skin and bones, she was afraid that someone would die, so she wanted to go out to the Qin family to blackmail them.

Zhao Zheng sighed, "Jin'er, your aunt has always been the one who decides the family. You know, I..."

Zhao Jiner stopped the conversation, "This marriage is pretty good, everyone in the in-laws treats me well."

After hearing what she said, Zhao Zheng felt much better and didn't explain anything more.

After Zhao Jin'er finished her pulse, she said, "Touch your tongue to me."

The father and son did as they did.

After reading it, Zhao Jiner frowned, "The pulse is thick and slippery, the moss is yellow and thick... In addition to coughing and heat, can there be phlegm in her throat?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head, "No, it's just a dry cough."

Zhao Jiner's brows frowned even more.

Qin Muxiu came back after washing the dishes. Seeing this, he asked, "What? Is there any phlegm more serious?"

Zhao Jiner nodded, "If these symptoms are accompanied by thick phlegm, it means that they are just wind and cold caused by cold. Only eliminate phlegm and drive away the wind can be recovered soon. However, if there is no phlegm and cough, the disease will go down to the lungs and produce lung poison. The lung poison causes coughing and reversal, which is somewhat similar to your previous weak lungs."

Qin Muxiu suffered a loss in this disease. After hearing Zhao Jiner said this, he knew that the father and son's illness was really difficult to deal with.

Although Zhao Zheng didn't understand Zhao Jin'er's words very well, he knew the seriousness of the matter when he heard the last sentence.

His eyes were red and he said, "I am a useless person, it doesn't matter if I can't cure it, but Zhuzi is still small, so I can't let this disease last for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Jiner thought to herself that you are really thinking too much. Qin Muxiu can last until he is nineteen years old because his family is well taken care of.
Chapter completed!