The next day, Qin Di, who had eaten a few small pieces of fish, was not inappropriate at all.

From this day on, Zhu Wan truly realized that her son was not sick, she was simply malnourished! To put it more than just an exaggeration, just like a starving ghost reincarnated, she would not be full no matter how much she eats!

She felt very distressed: "Han Cheng, hurry up and give me some instructions to buy more milk! Make some chicken, fish, meat and eggs! Bring them all into pieces and give A Di six meals a day, and every meal cannot be missed. It's too unreasonable! Looks like the child is hungry! Could it be that the huge Qin family can't even eat food?"

Qin Hancheng was surprised and felt relieved. He did not dare to neglect the situation at the moment and carefully explained the nurse to let the child eat enough, regardless of how much it was until he could not eat!

Days passed day by day. When Qin Di was one year old, his right arm finally developed completely and could wave it easily.

At this time, he could speak fluent language, but he was calm and could not speak at will. Once he spoke, it would be impossible to refuse.

Half a year later, his left arm began to develop.

By the time he was two years old, his arms became normal.

Zhu Wan was very happy. In March, she was in leisure time. She put her son in a small car and took a walk in her garden. Her little daughter jumped and followed her.

With the help of the servant, Qin Ling caught a yellow butterfly, put it in a glass bottle, and took it to her brother: "Brother, look, what is this? This is a butterfly, is it beautiful?"

Qin Di didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the butterfly struggling in the bottle, feeling that the small butterfly was in similar condition to his own.

Qin Ling asked again: "Brother, when will your legs be healed? When will you stand up?"

Qin Di looked at her dark eyes and red face and suddenly said, "Wait for another three years, your left leg will be healed. When I am eight years old, my right leg will be healed."

Qin Ling blinked her big eyes: "Really? Brother, how do you know that you have to wait until you are eight years old?"

Qin Di did not answer and looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky.

Zhu Wan thought her son was talking in bed, so she just smiled and didn't say anything.

After a while, the little girl Qin Ling began to murmur again: "Brother, you eat six meals a day, why are you still so thin? Get up quickly, I will take you to catch a butterfly! Look at the flower, is it very beautiful? I will pick it off and give it to you to eat it?"

Qin Di was so hard that she could not stand, and she said, "It's not enough to eat, but also needs tonic. If you have a few kilograms of old ginseng, it might be better faster."

Qin Ling is young and doesn’t know what Laoshan ginseng is.

However, when his mother Zhu Wan heard this, her heart suddenly felt a "kick" and stopped the cart and stopped leaving!

She felt a star full of eyes and said to herself: "Can these words be said by a two-year-old child? Where did he hear "old ginseng"?"

Thinking of the days ago, in order to celebrate the old man's birthday, Qin Hancheng specially bought a branch of old ginseng and put it in the safe at home. She couldn't help but feel trembling in her heart!

She is a pure Western medicine and does not believe that ginseng can "replenish vitality". In her opinion, the so-called old ginseng is similar to the shriveled radish, but it is very expensive, so it is just a fool!

With a worried look, she looked at her son sitting in the car and asked carefully: "A Di, who told you to eat 'old ginseng'? Is your father talking nonsense at home?"

Qin Di didn't say anything, but just looked up and looked at her quietly.

The mother and son looked at each other for a moment, their eyes clashed, one full of worries, and one as clear as a lake.

In just a moment, Zhu Wan was defeated, so she gritted her teeth, pushed the car into the house, opened the safe, took out the box containing the old ginseng, held it in both hands and looked at it carefully.

"A Di, look, this is Laoshan ginseng. Your father bought it for 300 silver dollars. If it is really effective, I will give it to you! Don't mention asking for this Laoshan ginseng, even the stars in the sky, I want to pick it for you! But, how should I eat this Laoshan ginseng?"

Qin Di smiled rare and said, "Mom, beat it into powder and eat a small spoonful of it a day."

After all, Zhu Wan is a doctor. Although she loves her son very much and doesn’t care about the expensiveness of the old ginseng, she is afraid that children will have bad things if they eat it.

Fortunately, there is a Chinese medicine shop in the Qin family called "Ci'an Hall", which contains an old Chinese doctor sitting in the hall.

She put her son in the car and pushed him to ask, but the old Chinese doctor couldn't take it correctly.

Logically speaking, young children are pure yang bodies and cannot eat ginseng. However, Qin Di’s legs are disabled, which is considered to be congenital deficiency and weak in qi. It is also possible to eat some ginseng to replenish vital energy.

After some consultation, Zhu Wan did not touch the old ginseng, but took some cheap ginseng from the medicine shop and made it into powder. After returning, she tried to feed it to her son.

Unexpectedly, ginseng is really effective! Only a month later, Qin Di’s big toe on his left foot could move!

Zhu Wan was even more surprised! Her eyes looked at her son and couldn't help but change again and again.

She was highly educated and Catholic, and believed that there was only one true god in the world, and besides that, she was either an angel or a devil!

Sometimes, she couldn't help thinking: "This child is so weird. Could it be that he has a mature soul and is hidden in his body? Is it an angel or a devil?"

Of course, she could only buried such words in her heart and dared not say anything to anyone when she went out.

Because this is not a good thing, it will make people laugh at it if you say it. If something happens, you may be beaten to death. After all, the New Testament says that there is only one Jesus, and if another prophet comes, it must be a heresy.

When she got home, she discussed with her husband and then went to see the old man Qin Zhaoji.

"Dad, Han Cheng and I have time on weekdays and want to do something for our family. Can we take over the 'Ci'an Hall'?"

Qin Zhaoji thought about it and quickly agreed.

He felt that the eldest son Qin Hanliang's pipe mill was very busy, and the second son Qin Hancheng had nothing to do on weekdays except as a manager in the bank. Zhu Wan happened to be a doctor again, so it was just right for her to manage.

The more important reason is that Ci'an Hall is not large in scale and has limited annual profits. The Qin family mainly operates a yarn mill and does not have the energy to focus on the medicine shop.

Sometimes, Qin Zhaoji wants to sell "Ci'antang", and probably won't be able to sell 5,000 yuan.

"Okay, from now on, Ci'an Hall will be under your control and you will keep the income. By the end of the year, I will not give you dividends from the yarn mill."

"Thank you, dad, I want to take care of Ci'antang for the purpose of giving medicine to treat Adi."

"Oh! I hope the child will recover soon." When talking about the sick child, Qin Zhaoji had nothing to say.

Zhu Wan took the Ci'an Hall and asked someone to carefully prepare Bazhen Pills and Shiquan Dapu Soup, which was constantly provided to her son.
Chapter completed!