After dinner, Su Luoluo noticed that Mr. Mu looked a little strange, so she frowned.
"Do you mind if I take your pulse?"
While saying this, Su Luoluo's fingers had already touched Grandpa Mu's pulse, and her little face tensed.
Then her eyes fell on Mu Shihui.
She said in a serious tone, "Didn't I tell you not to take miracle drugs anymore? Those drugs will only make you look strong on the outside but weak on the inside. If your body is weak, you should slowly take care of it instead of forcing yourself to take miracle drugs."
"Don't blame him, I insisted on eating it."
Mr. Mu smiled bitterly.
"Su Zhizhi, you should understand my physical condition. If I don't take that medicine, I won't be able to get out of bed all day, and I might even fall into a coma."
How could they not know this?
But rather than lying in bed or falling into a coma and wasting his life, he would rather live like this.
"If you trust me, I can prescribe a medicine to warm up the elderly's body so that he won't fall into coma again, but it will take a while to maintain."
Su Luoluo thought about it and spoke.
"That's what I wanted. Thank you, Su Zhizhi."
Mu Shihui looked surprised.
Having witnessed Su Luoluo treating the old man with his own eyes, he had great faith in Su Luoluo's ability.
Old Master Mu also showed a look of joy. He thought that this dilapidated body was like a candle in the wind and could only wait to die. He didn't expect that he could be brought back to life.
Mu Shihui found the shop assistant, asked for a pen and paper, and handed them to Su Luoluo.
Su Luoluo wrote down the prescription in an eloquent manner, even noting down the precautions.
Mu Shihui took it and had a look at it, surprise flashed in his eyes. This cursive script - the brush strokes were like dragons and snakes, free and easy, full of artistic sense, it didn't look like the character 㱕 was written by a country girl at all.
Mr. Mu also looked at the words on the paper, and found that the words written by great calligraphers were no more than this.
This Su Zhi is not simple.
Yesterday, my youngest son mentioned that Su Shizhi used the words "healing the world with a benevolent heart" to overcome all objections and insisted on treating him. It can be seen that Su Shizhi is a great man who "is as kind as the breeze and not stained by dust, and has a noble character that is purer than white lotus".
Thinking of the bag of money in the car, he felt ashamed. He couldn't bear to take out those vulgar things. It was simply an humiliation to his savior.
Mr. Mu was thinking about how to repay his benefactor in a way that didn't seem vulgar and yet highlighted the benefactor's character.
Su Luoluo drank six cups of tea and could hardly hold her urine, but the old man and his son did not offer any generous reward.
What happened to this big household?
You've been dawdling for so long and still haven't paid.
If Su Luoluo knew that those words of fame-seeking were just to improve her status so as to avoid being scolded for smelling of money, she would have set her personality too high. Mr. Mu felt that money and other worldly things were not worthy of a holy woman like her, so he missed out on a large sum of money.
She must have vomited a mouthful of blood.
"I wonder where Su Zhizhi's home is?"
Mr. Mu asked.
"Qingshan Village."
Su Luoluo didn't know why the old man suddenly asked about her family.
"Su Zhizhi, I decided to build an asphalt road from your home to the town, as a way of repaying you."
Mr. Mu spoke.
Building roads is a good deed that benefits the people and is also consistent with Su Shi's character.
hold head high? ? ?
What!
This is a generous reward from a wealthy family!
Su Luoluo was shocked.
You use the money to build roads, but your benefactor won't even have enough food to eat. Are you kidding me?
I'm really screwed.
From now on, every time Su Luoluo saw that road and wanted to spend a large sum of money, that was her generous reward. Wasting money like that would be like stabbing her in the heart.
Every time she went in or out and saw that road, she felt like she was stabbed in the heart.
"Su Zhizhi, you are our Mu family's great benefactor. If there is anything I can help you with in the future, the Mu family will definitely do our best."
Mu Shihui handed a piece of paper to Su Luoluo.
The paper had the address and phone number of the Mu family in Kyoto written on it.
Su Luoluo took the paper.
I can't hold it anymore.
She drank too much tea and couldn't hold her urine anymore.
As soon as Su Luoluo took the piece of paper, she was speechless and ran out in a hurry to find the toilet.
It was an accident that Grandpa Mu and Mu Shihui were stranded here. They had important things to do, so they left the hotel and returned to Kyoto.
The big investors didn’t pay.
It cost her two cents to go to the toilet.
Su Luoluo's not-so-pretty face became even uglier now.
She is now worried about making money.
If she wanted to change the tragic fate of her and the Yang family in the book, she could do it with money.
As long as they had money, my mother-in-law wouldn't have died from lack of money for medicine, my uncle wouldn't have to work as a miner to make money, and he wouldn't have died in the mine collapse, and my sister-in-law wouldn't have been so busy making plans and neglecting Jingjing, causing Jingjing to be abducted.
If the three little guys had the support and help of the Yang family, they would not have ended up with such a miserable ending.
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