Wang Chunhong has two children. The boy is over six years old this year and has no health problems. However, the girl is weaker and has been prone to illness since childhood.

The most important thing is that her hearing is not very clear. You have to speak very loudly in her ear for her to hear.

"When he was young, he seemed to be able to hear. Whenever I opened the door and made a noise, he would turn around and look at me. But as he grew older, he could hear less." Wang Chunhong was very worried when she talked about these words. "We haven't taken him to a big hospital yet. We don't know what the situation is. The doctor at the small hospital said it might be congenital."

"Xiaoya, you said that neither my husband nor I are deaf, so how could it be congenital?"

Perhaps because they were familiar with each other, Wang Chunhong told the truth.

"Did you ever have a fever when you were a child, or a high fever that wouldn't go away?"

Song Zhiya asked, and Wang Chunhong shook her head at first, then suddenly slapped her thigh and her eyes widened. "A few years ago, my husband was injured here, so I left the child at home to be taken care of by my mother-in-law and came here for a while."

"When my husband's illness was almost healed and he could go back to his hometown to recuperate, we had just returned for a short time when we discovered that the child was a little hard of hearing."

"I asked my mother-in-law and people around me, and they all said nothing strange had happened, but my son secretly told me that his sister had a fever for several days."

Wang Chunhong recalled these things, looked at Song Zhiya with a little disbelief and took a deep breath, "Could it be that her fever was too severe, so she had problems with her ears?"

Song Zhiya looked at the little girl over there.

The little girl is four years old this year. She sits there obediently and occasionally looks at Song Zhiya. After taking a quick look at her, she gently smiles and then continues to paint the picture in her hand.

I couldn't hear what they said, so I could only smile to show my kindness.

"We can't rule out the possibility of a fever. It's better to go to a big hospital for a check-up." Song Zhiya had no way to diagnose it, because there are many types of hearing loss, but from what they said, the chance of it being congenital was really too small.

Wang Chunhong lowered her head.

She twisted her hands together and said, "We haven't saved that much money yet. My husband and I want to wait a little longer, maybe until the end of this year."

"The two of us can take the child to see a doctor."

After she finished speaking, Wang Chunhong raised her head and patted her thigh, then forced a smile, "Look at me, why am I telling you all this? I will save money and take my child to see a doctor."

"I'll go check on the kid."

Song Zhiya said as she walked over and extended her hand to the little girl.

The little girl looked at him and smiled, very happy.

Song Zhiya reached out her hand and said loudly in her ear that she wanted to touch her hand.

The little girl stretched out her hand, and Song Zhiya took her pulse. She was indeed weak, probably because her condition had not been good since she fell ill that year.

Although he is three years old, he looks like a one and a half year old. Even Tuanzi is taller than him.

Song Zhiya took out the small notebook she carried with her and wrote out a recipe for medicinal food.

"I have already prescribed medicinal diets for Sister Fengxian's children. I'll prescribe some for you as well. Your child really needs some nourishment."

"How about I deduct three yuan from your salary every month according to the welfare price I give you?"

Song Zhiya plans to help the child.

Although I can't cure her illness directly, the spiritual spring water in the space is of miraculous use, and I can send some over frequently.

If you take it for a long time, even if you can't get completely cured, it will get a little better.

"Okay, okay."

Wang Chunhong agreed, "I've wanted to find you for a long time, but I still want to save some money for the child. I'll take her to see her ears first, and then slowly take care of her health. Since you said so, thank you."

Wang Chunhong stood up and bowed to Song Zhiya.

"You're welcome. Sister Chunhong, just make the medicinal rice for me from now on. Although it's not a difficult task, I hope both of you can be more serious."

Song Zhiya didn't have any idea of ​​doing great things, she just thought that the two girls were honest and decent, so she wanted to help them.

But if they do something bad, we can't continue to cooperate.

The two people nodded.

After chatting for a while, Song Zhiya started talking to them about making medicinal food.

Both of them said they would do a good job.

Under Song Zhiya's command, the medicinal food they cooked was also very good.

When the sisters-in-law came to get the medicinal food, Song Zhiya told them the situation and told them that they could go to Yang Fengxian and Wang Chunhong's homes to get the medicine in the future.

"Okay."

Zhao Yulan, who knew about this, gently pressed Song Zhiya's shoulder and said, "Others think that you make this money easily, but in fact we all know that it is very difficult for you. You have to be busy from morning to afternoon every day. It would be better to ask someone to help you."

"Fengxian and Wang Chunhong are both miserable people."

Because she is the chief of staff's wife, she would occasionally inquire about the family conditions of the military wives, and the army would give them some subsidies based on their situations.

The situation of Yang Fengxian and Wang Chunhong is really bad.

Song Zhiya originally needed someone to help her prepare herbal food, so asking the two of them to come and help was the best idea.

Liu Xiaohui walked around the room and said, "I also think this is the best way."

"Recently, both my health and my brother Jun's health have improved a lot. Thank you so much, Sister Xiaoya."

Liu Xiaohui smiled as she spoke, and Song Zhiya realized something was wrong. "Why do you seem weird, Xiaohui? Come here, I'll take your pulse!"

"ah?"

Liu Xiaohui was a little surprised, and Song Zhiya asked her to sit down.

"I just feel like you're a little different than you were a few days ago. You felt sleepy not long after coming here today, right?"

"Yes." Although Liu Xiaohui sat down, she still yawned twice in succession. "I don't know if it's because the weather is too hot, but I've been really sleepy recently."

"Also, I feel a little nauseous every morning when I wake up. My energy and blood have clearly recovered a lot recently. Why did it become like this today?"

Liu Xiaohui was a little confused.

After listening to this, Song Zhiya pulled his hand over and tapped her wrist.

"The beads are flowing, you are clearly pregnant!"

After Song Zhiya finished speaking, she withdrew her hand. Liu Xiaohui's hand was still on her knee, staring at her in disbelief.