Chapter 50: He can't be cured

Speaking of kindergarten

The Qiao family was confused.

How could Tang Xinru care about kindergarten?

Her sons were all bachelors, and there was no trace of grandsons and granddaughters, so she naturally wouldn't think about kindergarten.

Thinking that she couldn't find a suitable kindergarten for Nuanbao and Hanbao right away.

Tang Xinru scolded several sons again.

She wanted to hit them because she was not satisfied with scolding.

But three of the four sons were on their phones, so she could only grab one, Qiao Zilu, and beat him.

The other three were smiling on their phones.

"Grandma, grandma, don't hit fourth uncle."

Nuanbao raised his little head to stop her.

The little girl's soft words simply moved Qiao Zilu to death.

"Nuanbao, you are really uncle's caring little cotton-padded jacket. The only warmth in this family must be given by Nuanbao to fourth uncle. Woohoo... so touching."

Qiao Muhan glanced at fourth uncle who was so moved that he wanted to wipe his eyes, and reminded him warmly:

"Fourth uncle, you are too early to be moved."

Hanbao's voice fell.

Nuanbao slipped off Qiao Xi's body, ran to the kitchen with his short legs, and soon ran to Tang Xinru with a rolling pin.

"Grandma, use this to hit me. If you don't use salt, your hands will hurt~"

Qiao Zilu, "..."

"Nuanbao, do you no longer love your fourth uncle?"

"Hahaha... my little Nuanbao is so cute, so considerate, and even worried that grandma's hands will hurt."

"Yeah, Nuanbao is so sensible."

After the little girl finished praising herself, she patted Qiao Zilu's thigh and said:

"Fourth uncle, mom said that if a tree is not pruned, it will not be straight, and if a person is not pruned, he will be stubborn. You should be a straight fourth uncle, not a stubborn fourth uncle." "

Hahaha... why is Nuanbao so cute? I am dying of Nuanbao~"

"I am already dying of cuteness."

"I was dying of cuteness in the past, but now I am alive again."

The Qiao family is full of joy.

The Feng family is cold and lonely.

When Feng Zhan knew that the possibility of him standing up was slim, his hopeful heart sank into the cold valley again.

Jiang Shumeng personally cooked Feng Zhan's favorite meal today, and after it was done, she did not forget to call Qiao Xi to ask her again.

"Xixi, are you coming back for dinner? Mommy cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Thank you, Mommy. Leave two pieces for me. I'll go back later to eat. I'm at my parents' house now. I'll have dinner with them before going back.

Feng Zhan will have a medicinal bath tonight. Please tell Mommy Liu to prepare the bathtub."

"Okay, everything has been arranged. Xixi, please ask your parents for me."

"Okay, Mommy will see you later."

"Mom, I'll give you some big meat~"

Jiang Shumeng heard the voice of a child talking on the phone. She was about to ask Qiao Xi, but the caller had already hung up.

She thought about it. It seemed that the Qiao family didn't have any three or four-year-old babies, right?

Maybe it was the sound coming from the TV, or maybe she was missing her grandchildren so much that she was hallucinating?

Without thinking any more, she asked Aunt Liu to help carry the food she had carefully prepared on a tray and went upstairs to her son's room.

On the first and second days, Assistant Lin was at the door. Seeing Jiang Shumeng, the three of them greeted her.

"Go have dinner, take a rest after dinner, and come back later."

"Madam, Young Master Zhan..."

Assistant Lin hesitated, looking worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Young Master Zhan knows that the possibility of his legs recovering is very slim, and he is in a low mood."

It turned out to be this matter.

Jiang Shumeng nodded to show that she understood, and urged them to leave to have dinner and rest.

She and Aunt Liu came in, and the room was pitch black, and even the lights were not on.

The switch was right at the head of the bed, and Feng Zhan could reach it with just his hand.

"Ah Zhan?"

Jiang Shumeng turned on the light and called out.

The man on the bed squinted his eyes and did not respond.

"Young Master, it's time to eat. Madam has personally made your favorite meals."

"Not hungry, mother, please go back. I want to be alone and quiet."

"What do you mean quiet? Be quiet after dinner. Mom has been busy for a long time."

Jiang Shumeng said as she walked over and sat down beside his bed. Looking at her son who was in a low mood, her attitude was completely different from the one before she left just now.

She touched his forehead distressedly and said slowly, "Ah Zhan, you will stand up, believe in mom!"

Feng Zhan raised his eyelids and said nothing.

"Ah Zhan, Xixi is a miracle doctor. She is proficient in Chinese medicine. She will definitely cure your leg."

"She?"

"Yes, so mom said, no matter what, you can't bully Xixi anymore. She is the one who saved your life, and she will be the one who can help you get back on your feet in the future.

She is a little straightforward, not gentle, and has a quick temper, but she is really a good child. She married a dying man to you at the beginning.

From the moment she walked in, she didn't have any resentment, and she always protected mom. This friendship alone is enough for us mother and son to treat her well.

What's more, she saved your life and will continue your treatment.

Look, she just called and asked Aunt Liu to prepare the wooden barrel. She will give you a medicinal bath today, and she will also give you acupuncture.

It won't be long before you will be back on your feet. You don't have to worry about this."

"Do you trust her so much?"

"I trust her. There is no one I trust more than her."

Feng Zhan looked at his mother seriously, and Jiang Shumeng nodded to him.

Although Jiang Shumeng promised that his leg would get better, Feng Zhan still had no appetite. He

stopped after eating a few bites.

Jiang Shumeng said a lot more, and he couldn't eat another bite.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Jiang Shumeng had no choice but to wait for Qiao Xi to come back and ask her what to do.

It was almost nine o'clock when Qiao Xi returned to Feng's house.

When she came back, the Chinese medicine in the bathtub had been heated and soaked for two hours. This was what she had ordered before.

"Feng Yi, Feng Er, put your eldest master in the barrel."

"Will these grass roots and leaves work?"

The man looked at the steaming barrel of grass roots and leaves, and couldn't help but mutter his doubts.

Qiao Xi was looking at the kindergarten introduction sent by his brothers on his phone.

Hearing Feng Zhan's words, he sighed.

"No!"

Feng Zhan, "..."

Being placed in the barrel, the smell of Chinese herbal medicine made his stomach churn.

"How long are you going to soak in this? This smell is too disgusting, Assistant Lin, light some incense."

"Yes, Master Zhan!"

"No!"

Qiao Xi stopped her, "There can't be any other smells in this room. If other things neutralize the medicinal properties of the medicinal bath, then your one... two hours of medicinal bath will be in vain."

"What? Two hours?"

"Yeah!"

Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows. In fact, forty minutes is enough, but this bastard, who fell into her hands, still had doubts and complained when she treated him.

Let's see if she can't cure him.