The room was quiet for a moment, and Song Yuan was obviously surprised.

"But your mother's health is not good." He frowned.

Song Ying said: "Dad, the doctor has the final say or not."

Song Yuan's eyes lit up, yes, there was a doctor, and he said, "I'll call the doctor." He turned around and went out.

Song Ying gently stroked Mrs. Song and said, "Mom, let's listen to the doctor, don't worry."

Mrs. Song closed her tears and still kept her eyes closed, and the doctor naturally listened to Song and Yuan dynasties.

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"...Mrs.'s illness has indeed improved a lot, but it's like getting a thread. You need to rest at this time and it's not easy to move."

"...Yes, the lady recovers very quickly. If you keep it well for a while, it's okay to go to the city."

Several doctors in the room persuaded them gently and seriously.

Song Yuan sterned his face and said, "It's not that you won't let you enter the city, it's that it's not suitable now."

Mrs. Song closed her eyes inward, tears stopped flowing, and seemed to fall asleep again. Song Ying kept sitting beside her. He laughed at her and said, "Dad, this is not the case for asking the doctor." She looked at the doctors, "I want everyone to think of ways to let my mother enter the city safely without harming her body."

Song Yuan was stunned, and the doctors couldn't help but look at each other.

Song Ying sat by the bed and continued, "I was given the palace by the Queen Mother's kindness to the palace to take care of my mother. Doctor Yang, you said before that my mother's illness depends on her health. If you want to be in a good mood, then my mother doesn't want to live here. She will feel bad when she lives here, so she will not be suitable for her health." She looked at Yang Jingchang standing behind the crowd.

Yang Jingchang hesitated for a moment and nodded in response: "The environment for recuperation is one aspect, and the mood is also one aspect."

Song Ying said: "My mother wants to enter the city now, so I would like to think of ways to make her safely enter the city without hurting her body."

This is different from what Song Yuan told them. The doctors looked at each other, but they didn't hesitate. Outsiders didn't know that, as doctors commonly used by the Song family, they knew very well that Song Ying had the final say in this family.

"Baby, is this okay?"

Sure enough, Song Yuan only hesitated and did not refute Song Ying's words.

Song Ying said: "As long as my mother is good, she can do whatever she wants."

Yang Jingchang and other doctors looked at each other. Under everyone's eyes, he stepped forward and said, "Mrs. I am very weak and it is not appropriate to change my residence. However, the depressed wife is not good for her body. Let's discuss and consider the prescription to minimize the harm to her. "

A smile spread out on Song Ying's face and said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

The doctors retreated and the room became quiet. Song Yuan sighed lightly and said, "Is this really okay?"

Song Ying stood up and said, "Dad, we were asked to live here before, one for our mother to take good care of our illness, and the other for safety. Now, when we go home to live, we can take better care of our illness. And I believe that with our father here, we can be safe wherever we are." Shaking Song Yuan's arm, he smiled, "Dad is the most powerful."

Song Yuan said helplessly, and looked at the bed again. Mrs. Song still looked inside and seemed to be sleepy. Song Ying patted his arm, blinked at him, walked to the edge of the bed, leaned over and said, "Mom, let's eat something? I'll let's stew the snow lotus that my father had specially found before."

Mrs. Song did not move inward, and Song Yuan, who was standing beside her, clenched her hands, looking worried and helpless, and the room was frozen for a moment, and then Mrs. Song moved slightly and opened her eyes.

Song Ying's eyes were full of smiles. When she faced the outside, she reached out and gently supported Mrs. Song's shoulder to help her turn over.

"Mom hasn't been home for a long time, right? It hasn't changed at all."

"Although my mother doesn't live at home, my father has always arranged it as she is at home."

The maids and servants in the room walked around, took towels and handbags to serve soup, and were busy but not in a mess. Song Ying sat beside the bed and leaned over and slowly fed Mrs. Song, smiling and whispering.

Song Yuan stood aside silently.

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The doctors quickly prepared the prescription as they said. After Song Ying asked in detail, he decided to return to Beijing three days later. Song Yuan did not refute and make arrangements for himself. Here, Song Ying served Mrs. Song to take medicine, and coaxed Song Huzi to have a meal. After both of them settled down and rested, the night was already deep.

Yang Jingchang, who is on duty tonight, kept watching and sighing.

"What does Dr. Yang want to say?" Song Ying asked, walking outside and washing his hands in a copper basin held by a little girl.

Yang Jingchang said: "I have been practicing medicine for decades and have seen countless filial sons and grandsons serving patients. Miss Song is really attentive."

Song Ying smiled and said, "There is nothing but you are familiar with it."

Yang Jingchang said: "It's just a skill to be familiar with. You still have to be mindful. Although it is natural to support your parents, it is not easy to do it consistently in this world."

Song Ying did not deny it or be humble anymore, and just smiled and said, "I will feel more at ease when I get praise from Dr. Yang." He wiped his hands and held the copper basin backed away. Two girls lifted up the curtains in the compartment, and the girls outside brought food.

"Doctor Yang, do you want to use more?" Song Ying went over and sat down and asked.

Yang Jingchang thanked her, and Song Ying was not polite anymore because she took care of Mrs. Song and Song Huzi. She had three meals a day, but she was not perfunctory. The meals on the table were simple, with exquisite combinations of meat and vegetables, including fresh fish stewed with tofu, fried vegetables with oil, ten-spicy fermented black beans, and a bowl of white rice. Although it was difficult to hide her fatigue, the girl ate very seriously and focused, and she did not have to hurry up.

After dinner, I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth, and two girls were laughing and laughing.

"Miss, the streets are very lively today..."

"...Shou Weng's painting was snatched away and hung up...watching and admiring..."

He whispered the latest news in the city.

"Does the lady want to paint?"

"Don't draw anymore, I haven't finished reading the book last time."

Yang Jingchang stood in the middle hall and looked at the drip. The girl went from eating to chatting and laughing with the girls to studying. Then the lights in the room were dim. The girls made beds and folded quilts. It seemed messy, but everything was strictly carried out according to time. Although he only witnessed it for more than a month, it was known that this was not a day or two.

This is a habit, long-lasting.

This girl did her best to take care of her mother and brother, but she was tired but she didn't let herself bear it. She did what normal people should do for a limited time, enjoying but extremely strict.

And doing all this is just like Yang Jingchang praised her for taking care of her sick mother and weak brother before. She did not do too much, but she tasted the scent of color every time she ate. Every time she chatted with the girls, she was curious, happy and disagreeable. She sat quietly and read, painted, thoughtful, and suddenly realized, and was sincere and wholehearted, without any perfunctory and slack.

Yang Jingchang couldn't help thinking about himself, let alone this life, just say that the few months of rushing to see a doctor have been disturbed by fatigue and slackness in daily life. He is too tired and goes to bed early. It's so hard. I won't write medical cases today. It's so boring. I don't read medical books anymore... This girl is as self-disciplined as a stone, and it seems that nothing in the world can disturb her at all.

With a light step, Yang Jingchang looked at Song Ying walking over. She had already changed her clothes and removed her hair. She came here to hold the lamp and carefully looked at Mrs. Song's expression, and then patted Song Huzi who was muttering in her sleep.

"Then let Dr. Yang leave it here." She then whispered, "Call me if you have something to do."

Yang Jingchang nodded and whispered: "Don't worry, Miss, Madam, I'm much better. I'm sleeping soundly at night. You should take a rest quickly, you won't have time to spare."

Song Ying smiled and said, "I'm young." He walked to the next door without saying anything.

Yang Jingchang watched her stretched through the bead curtain and yawned and turned toward the bed. The two girls turned off the lights, and the night inside and outside were covered with peace.

The palaces in the suburbs fell asleep in the night, and the night markets in the capital were also dispersed, but not everyone fell asleep, especially the elderly.

"I'm old and I slept very little, but I'm not in good spirits if I don't sleep well." Wang Lieyang sat in a ring chair in an underwear, looking at the man standing in front of me with fatigue, "I hope you're talking about the news that deserves to wake me up."

The man under the dim light raised his head.

"Zhao Ye, what's wrong with asking the gentleman to check Huangsha Dao last time? I found it." He looked excited and excited and lowered his face.

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Chapter completed!