When they saw Qian Zhengxiong come back, Mr. Qian and Mr. Yun also made a tacit understanding and stopped talking.
They can talk to Lin Xiao about some things, but they can't talk to Qian Zhengxiong.
In the hearts of these two old men, Qian Zhengxiong is just a junior after all, but Lin Xiao is a person who can be their peer.
Firstly, the two of them have no seniority relationship with Lin Xiao, and secondly, Lin Xiao's ability is recognized by them.
Qian Zhengxiong, who had just returned to the room, was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.
He glanced at the three of them suspiciously and saw that all of them were silent. He didn't know where to start asking, so he could only give up.
After Lin Xiao took over the stove, he lit it in the room.
After the charcoal is ignited, a faint smoke slowly rises.
There is a small medical pot on the stove, and the water in the medical pot boils quickly.
Lin Xiao poured all the powder in the glass bowl into the water.
The powder melts immediately when it meets water, and the originally clear water quickly turns gray.
As the flame continues to heat the medicine pot, a rich medicinal aroma fills the air.
Mr. Yun actually swallowed his saliva and sighed: "This stuff smells so good? Even a healthy person like me wants to take a sip."
He is like this, let alone the old man Qian who needs this medicinal soup.
"Hey, do you want to drink?"
"Call me brother, and I'll give you a bite to taste?"
There is no longer any blood flowing out of the wounds on Mr. Qian's body, but the smelly blood all over his body is still very pungent.
Hearing this, Mr. Yun raised his brows and said angrily: "You are kind-hearted, and you are not afraid that the medicine will not be effective enough to cure your problem after taking a sip from me!"
"That's okay. If you, an old guy like you, call me big brother, it won't hurt you if you lose a few years of your life."
Mr. Qian said with a smile.
Seeing the two old men laughing and bickering, Lin Xiao and Qian Zhengxiong looked at each other, and both saw the smile in each other's eyes.
Maybe the old naughty boy is talking about old men like them.
Not long after, the medicinal soup was ready.
Lin Xiao poured the medicinal soup into the glass bowl, handed it to Qian Zhengxiong and said: "This pot of medicinal soup can pour four bowls."
"Let the old man drink this bowl while it's hot and stabilize his body first."
"Pour out the remaining three bowls and put them in an ice cellar to refrigerate. The colder the better, take them out and heat them when you drink them. One bowl a day. After the medicinal soup is finished, the hidden diseases will be eliminated."
Upon hearing this, Qian Zhengxiong immediately nodded and remembered every word Lin Xiao said in his heart.
Then he sat by the bed with the glass bowl in hand. He wanted to feed it to Mr. Qian with a spoon, but he was indeed glared at by Mr. Qian.
"Here, I'm not dead yet, do I need you to feed me?"
Mr. Qian said angrily.
This old man who has always wanted to be strong throughout his life does not want to show any weakness in front of his son, even if he is old.
Qian Zhengxiong gave a helpless smile and could only hand the glass bowl to Mr. Qian honestly.
"Hel me up!"
Mr. Qian said.
Qian Zhengxiong honestly lifted Mr. Qian up and let him lean on the bedside.
The decoction was slightly bitter in the mouth, but after swallowing it, there was a hint of sweetness. The old man who drank this bowl of medicinal decoction was amazed.
He has taken quite a few medicines over the years, and none of them tasted sweet, and each medicine was more bitter than the last.