Unexpectedly, I ran into Dalinzi when I arrived at the doctor's house.
"Who of you is injured?" Dalinzi looked at them and asked.
"Ah, no one was hurt." Song Jinxiu replied.
"Aren't you coming to see Mr. Jin for medical treatment?" Dalinzi asked.
"Can you tell me?" Song Jinxiu held back her laughter and asked in a low voice.
Liu Ankang glared at her and walked straight inside.
"It's okay, it's okay. The child is overfed. Bring him here to get some medicine to help digestion. I'll go in first!" Song Jinxiu hurriedly caught up with the figure in front.
"That's strange. Are you full so early in the morning?" Dalinzi touched his head and asked in confusion.
But considering Song Jinxiu's craftsmanship, it's not impossible!
"Wait for me! Why are you walking so fast?" Song Jinxiu caught up with Liu Ankang and muttered.
The yard was filled with shelves, and a lot of herbs were dried in bamboo baskets on the shelves.
It should be some herbs. In my eyes, they are just some grass.
"Hello, is anyone here?" Song Jinxiu shouted.
Liu Ankang walked straight inside, and Song Jinxiu quickly followed him in.
There was a middle-aged man in his fifties in the room. He was a little thin and didn't look as tall as the village chief, probably less than 1.8 meters.
He was fiddling with some medicinal herbs in his hands.
When he saw us come in, a kind smile appeared on his face.
Song Jinxiu felt that the other party didn't look like a doctor at all, but more like a teacher.
It feels like this old man exudes the scent of books all over his body.
"What's wrong? Who is sick?" asked the old man.
"Hello, doctor, it's him. His hand must be injured and he can't use his strength." Song Jinxiu said.
"I only know a few basic things and can't be called a doctor. They all call me Old Jin. You should call me that too," said Old Jin.
"Okay, Mr. Jin, please help take a look at him." Song Jinxiu walked behind Liu Ankang, leaving enough space in front for Mr. Jin!
Old Jin squatted down, picked up Liu Ankang's hand and asked, "What's going on?"
Song Jinxiu glanced at Liu Ankang and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I have to tell the truth in front of the doctor."
"Maybe I exercised too much. I was fine last night.
I woke up feeling exhausted this morning. I might still be a little sore." Song Jinxiu said from the side.
"How do you know? Did he tell you?" Mr. Jin asked curiously.
"That's not the case. This is usually the symptom of excessive exercise!" Song Jinxiu replied.
Yes, I just experienced it two days ago.
"What did he do? Why did he exercise too much?" asked Mr. Jin.
"Well, I went up the mountain to chop firewood yesterday." Song Jinxiu said embarrassedly.
It is really hard to bring myself to let a child chop wood until his hands are tired!
Old Jin looked at Liu Ankang in surprise and asked, "You cut down the entire mountain?"
"Well, that's not the case!" Although there are only two bundles on the surface, there are actually at least four bundles!
"You are really promising!" Old Jin said to Liu Ankang.
Liu Ankang kept his head down and said nothing since he came in.
"It's mainly my fault. I can't climb trees, and I can't chop down a whole one. That's why I asked An An for help. I wasn't paying attention and let him eat too much.
He chopped off two large bundles, which was impressive." Seeing Liu Ankang's aggrieved expression, Song Jinxiu couldn't help but speak up for him.
Old Jin glanced at Song Jinxiu without saying anything.
"It's not a big deal. I'll use some medicinal wine to rub him and he'll be fine tomorrow." Old Jin stood up and said.
Then he went into the room to get the medicinal wine.
Mr. Jin came out soon, asked Liu Ankang to sit on a stool, and rolled up his sleeves.
Well, it’s short sleeves to begin with, just rolled up to the shoulders.
Old Jin poured medicinal wine on his hands, rubbed them vigorously, then took Liu Ankang's hands and started rubbing them for him.
Liu Ankang grimaced in pain, but didn't cry out.
"Be gentle, Mr. Jin, please be gentle." Song Jinxiu couldn't help but say.
Liu Ankang's expression made people feel painful just by looking at it.
"If you do it too lightly, it won't be effective." Old Jin said, without stopping his hands.
Switch hands and continue kneading.
Liu Ankang grimaced again.
Seeing this, Song Jinxiu felt both distressed and wanted to laugh.
"Okay, just come over in the evening and massage it again." Old Jin said as he let go of Liu Ankang's sleeves.
"Okay. How much is it?" Song Jinxiu asked.
"Just some medicinal wine, no charge," said Mr. Jin.
"Oh. Okay, thank you, Mr. Jin. We'll leave first." Song Jinxiu took Liu Ankang out.
"Does it hurt when you rub it? Why don't we not come in the evening? It will only take two days longer to heal. It's no big deal." Song Jinxiu whispered to Liu Ankang.
Liu Ankang glanced at her.
"It's okay, I can feed you and help you take a bath!" Song Jinxiu said.
She found new fun.
Suddenly I thought feeding a child would be quite interesting.
After hearing this, Liu Ankang, who originally didn't want her to feed him, became more determined to get better quickly.
I don't want her to help me take a bath.
"Hahaha, don't be shy. Special situations require special treatment, right? I don't even think you're troublesome." Song Jinxiu laughed.
She found it very amusing to tease him.
Mr. Jin watched them leave from the window. "It seems like they get along very well."
"They say you are what you eat, so I'll make you braised pork knuckles these next couple of days. I'm telling you, my braised pork knuckles are the best."
Suddenly it occurred to me that his hands were weak, so it would be a bit troublesome to eat pig's trotters!
"It's okay. Didn't Mr. Jin say you'd be better tomorrow? Then we can have braised pork knuckles tomorrow night. I'll make you braised pork today. Eat more meat to replenish your body."
You're just too skinny, you know? If you were two sizes bigger, this wouldn't be the case." But that didn't make sense. How big could a seven-year-old be?
"Don't think too much, you're just too young, and children are just responsible for eating and playing.
I'll do the chopping from now on, and you just need to help pick it up." Song Jinxiu said to Liu Ankang.
Liu Ankang was not comforted.
"Actually, you're already quite capable. Look, you can eat, bathe, and sleep by yourself. That saves me a lot of trouble, doesn't it?"
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Song Jinxiu spoke to him seriously.
“If you hadn’t led the way, I wouldn’t even know where to get the firewood.
You took me to pick chestnuts before, and today you took me to pick pears.
If I hadn't been so weak, we would have had a lot more delicious food.
You are also very capable. You can help carry food and firewood. You are much more capable than me.
Next time, take me with you. We can pick up a lot of things even if we pick them up a little at a time, right?"
Song Jinxiu tried hard to comfort Liu Ankang, this time it was really her fault.
He thought he had only cut a little, but in fact he had cut a little too much.
The child is only seven years old, but he is so sensible that people ignore his age.
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