Chapter 17: Ten-fold tonic pills
Song Ning was still imagining some fantastic scenes when he soon heard Huo Yao's voice again.
"This Ningxiang Pill is just an auxiliary medicine and cannot be used for a long time. If you want to completely cure it..." Huo Yao paused and said, "When I have time later, I will... ask my friends to send some other targeted medicines."
When Song Ning heard this, his eyes widened, "Are you saying that there is medicine that can cure Mom's headache?"
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows frivolously, "Of course."
Others may not be able to do it, but for her, sorry, it's just child's play.
Song Ning touched the tip of her nose and didn't take her daughter's words seriously. After all, even doctors said that this was an incurable disease. She turned her eyes and landed on her husband's hand. "Is your father's bottle of fragrant pills also this?"
Although we live in a modern society, the fact that medicines are called pills and packaged in ceramic bottles gives people a very ancient and primitive feeling.
Song Ning was thinking strangely in his heart.
Huo Yao shook his head and said calmly, "No."
"Then what kind of medicine is in this bottle of mine?" Huo Jinyan was quite curious. His attention was just on his wife and he did not open the small porcelain bottle.
Huo Yao had a strand of hair hanging down on her cheek. She casually hooked it behind her ear with her hand and replied lazily, "It's not really a medicine, but you can think of it as a tonic pill. Take one pill a month to strengthen your body."
"puff……"
The corners of Huo Jinyan's lips twitched violently, his face quickly turned red, and he almost dropped the small porcelain bottle in his hand.
It was as if male dignity had been greatly insulted.
"Hahahaha." Song Ning, who was standing by, looked at her husband's expression and couldn't help but laughed out loud.
The daughter is so cute. She actually gave her father a bottle of health medicine.
After a while, Huo Jinyan sighed silently in his heart, turned around and found an exquisitely crafted mahogany box in the cabinet, and placed the small porcelain bottle in it as if it were a treasure.
Even though I won’t be able to use it, it is the first gift my daughter gave me, so I must treasure it.
Song Ning rolled his eyes beside him.
Huo Yao was thinking about Song Ning's migraine and was about to go upstairs.
When Song Ning saw her going back to her room, he suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly called her back, "Look at my memory. I almost forgot something important."
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows, and his big eyes with distinct black and white looked at her quietly.
"It's about transferring schools." Song Ning explained. School will start in a few days, so they have to try to decide on a school within one or two days.
"Your father and I have chosen several schools. I'll show you the information and you can choose one." As he spoke, Song Ning bent over, opened the drawer of the coffee table, and took out a stack of booklets.
"Take a look at this No. 3 Middle School. The teaching staff is barely adequate, but it's close to home. We can consider going there as a day student."
"The admission rate of students from the first and second tier universities in this No. 11 High School is a bit low, but the admission rate of students taking art exams is higher than that of other key high schools."
"There is also the Desheng Foreign Language School. Although the tuition is a bit expensive, it is the best school in the city second only to No. 1 Middle School. Your father and I both prefer this one."
Song Ning pulled out the school profile of Desheng, flipped through it page by page, and handed it to Huo Yao to read. "Originally, the school required you to take an entrance exam, but your father and I used our connections to get you in, and they said that now you can enroll directly without taking the exam."
Huo Yao, who had been unable to get a word in, looked at the introduction page with a complicated expression. She was not reading it seriously, but was thinking about a problem.
Mr. Huo: To be honest, when I received the first gift from my daughter, I was... so moved that I almost cried.
(End of this chapter)
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