Xu Fuchun was frightened by his behavior. When he saw the child's pale face, he knew that he must have misunderstood something, so he immediately explained: "Your uncle brought it here, saying that Qingzhi asked someone to get the medicine for him."

Zhou Zhou was not there when the medicine was given. He went to the kitchen to put the dishes on and was not aware of the situation.

After hearing what his mother said, the panic on his face faded visibly, and he patted his chest in fear.

He thought his mother had just relented verbally, saying she was going to get checked out, but then she turned around and took pills to commit suicide.

It’s no wonder he thinks so.

A few years ago, there was an old lady in the village who was like this. She had cancer, but it was a curable type.

She gave birth to five sons, all of whom were wealthy and filial.

The old lady often ran back and forth between the hospital and home. She would stay in the hospital for a while, come back home after a few months, and then go back to the hospital again.

Later, the old lady didn't want to go to the hospital anymore. It was only after her family persuaded her that she finally agreed to be hospitalized again.

As a result, when the family opened the door of the old woman's room the next day, she had committed suicide by taking pesticides, and her body was cold and stiff.

No one in the village could understand why the old woman was still so depressed when her child was rich and filial.

Coming back to his senses, Zhou Zhou looked at the bottle of medicine in his hand. There was no label on it. Although it was given by Qingzhi and he trusted her in his heart, he still said cautiously, "Mom, you can't take medicine carelessly. Don't take this medicine for now. If you want to take it, take it to the doctor to see if it's okay to take it."

"It was given by Qingzhi, so there must be no problem. She used to be a big star and has a wide network of contacts. It must be a good medicine!" Xu Fuchun said with certainty.

In fact, she herself was not sure, but from what Zhou Zhou said, it seemed that the medicine was not good. She felt that Qing Zhi had good intentions and was a college graduate, so he would not do anything rash. This medicine would be much better than the folk remedies given by the villagers.

"Mom, you have to use the right medicine to treat the disease. Qingzhi asked someone to help, but that person doesn't know exactly what your symptoms are. This is at most a nutritional supplement. Let's wait until we go to Kyoto to see what the doctor says." Zhou Zhou still refused.

Xu Fuchun couldn't resist and sat on the bed. "Okay, listen to the doctor. Go and have your meal."

Zhou Zhou put the medicine on the wooden table beside him and walked back to continue eating.

Xu Fuchun went to pack his clothes. Since he was going out, he had to find some clean clothes to wear so as not to embarrass the children in public.

She stood up, and the nerves on the right side of her face, which were usually stiff, suddenly hurt.

She tried to grin, but her face was still stiff and she thought it was just another discomfort, so she didn't take it seriously.

As she walked past the wooden table, she reached into her pocket and put the glass bottle.

Qingzhi knows this child well. She has watched him grow up and she would never make a mistake in judging him.

This thing must be a good thing. If it wasn’t a good thing, the girl would never give it to her.

But magically, my mouth is filled with a faint sweet aftertaste. - On the other side, the Xu family.

Xu Fuqiang had just received a message from Zhou Zhou saying that the plane tickets had been booked, so he mentioned at the dinner table that they had booked the tickets to Kyoto for medical treatment.

Wang Yanmei breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "I have really decided to go to Kyoto to have a look. If it is cured, it will be a good thing."

Xu Fuqiang ate his rice while making 'hmm' responses.

Jiang Zhan asked, "Auntie and uncle, do you have any friends who want to go to Kyoto for medical treatment?"

Wang Yanmei raised her head and replied, "It's Qingzhi's aunt."

"Going to Kyoto for medical treatment will be quite troublesome if you are not familiar with the place. Have the hospital and accommodation been arranged?" Jiang Zhan asked considerately.

Xu Fuqiang shook his head, and Zhou Zhou just said that he had booked the plane ticket first.

Xu Fuqiang has lived to such an old age, but he has never been to Kyoto, and has never even been on a plane. He doesn't understand these things at all.

"My brother owns a private hospital and is quite familiar with these things. I'll call my brother and ask him to arrange someone to pick you up tomorrow so that it will be more convenient for you to travel. If you haven't arranged a place to stay yet, I also have several vacant villas in Kyoto." Jiang Zhan said slowly.

Wang Yanmei waved her hands and said, "This is not good, Zhan Zhan, it's too much trouble for you."

Zhang Qi, who was originally concentrating on eating, suddenly had an idea. How could the two Jiang brothers take all the help? He was not able to help, but his big boss, Mr. Huo, was able to help. He said excitedly, "Well, my boss is in Kyoto. I'll tell him too."

Xu Fuqiang and Wang Yanmei were even more at a loss. They kept saying politely to Jiang Zhan and Zhang Qi, "No need, no need."

Zhang Qi typed quickly and told his boss Huo Fengyan the news immediately.

"Auntie and uncle, I've already told the boss. He said he will arrange for someone to pick me up tomorrow. Please send me the landing time of the plane."

Jiang Zhan, who picked up his phone and put it down, also said, "I've also told my brother that when Qingzhi arrives tomorrow, she'll go to his hospital for a general checkup. My brother will recommend a suitable hospital for her."

The people who went to Kyoto were not Xu Fuqiang and Wang Yanmei, and they were almost carried away by this enthusiasm.

After finishing the meal, Xu Fuqiang had no choice but to call Zhou Zhou again to ask about the flight tickets. He told her that they would arrive in Kyoto tomorrow and a friend would pick them up, but he didn't specify who it was because Zhou Zhou didn't know him, and Xu Fuqiang didn't know who would arrange it.

Xu Qingzhi reminded him, "Dad, ask both parties to leave their contact information. Otherwise, if we can't meet tomorrow and both call you, you won't know what's going on."

"Yes, yes, yes." Xu Fuqiang asked Zhang Qi whose number to contact.

After some exchanges, the contact information of both sides was matched.