Jiang Ling was so depressed that he had been silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and stood up, then ran towards the other end of the yard.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man with a melon-skin hat and carrying a small box was staggered in by Jiang Ling and pressed him on the bed.

Only then did the middle-aged man have the time to tie the buttons on his long gown, and after breathing, he opened his mouth and complained: "Ling Yat-tou, this situation is called to your uncle for treatment, and he is not afraid of falling my old bone into the mud pit!"

Jiang Ling has always been unforgivable, but now she is very different. She whispered for a while before she asked carefully: "Uncle Jin, this kid will not die, right?"

Dr. Jin was stunned, then reacted and said with a smile on his beard, "You girl, it turns out that she is afraid that this kid will have an accident, so she ignores your uncle's life and death? It's really a girl who is too old to stay!"

Jiang Ling curled his lips and poked Du He's cheek in disgust. "Don't you know, this kid? I don't like you! You can get frozen even if you take a shower. I wonder if your brain is in water?"

"Gemo, are you nervous?" Dr. Jin teased and then grabbed Du He's wrist, without mentioning Jiang Ling's rush, even speaking the Shanghai dialect.

The little Nannan is so thin-skinned that he is too lazy to expose it. It is interesting to let the children guess the best.

Dr. Jin took the pulse for Du He and took a pen to prescribe a prescription. Jiang Ling took it over and saw that it was the name of a Western medicine, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

Dr. Jin became a genital when he was old. He realized Jiang Ling’s difficulties and kindly reminded him: “Now Western pharmacies are blooming everywhere, and the price is cheaper than traditional Chinese medicine. This boy is in a serious condition. Don’t get typhoid fever and it’s not easy to treat. If you take this medicine, wait until you see it is good, don’t worry about it for him.”

Jiang Ling then breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." He asked about the details of the care and respectfully sent his father's close friend back. After a while, he returned with heavy steps.

Dr. Jin's house happened to have a few pills. He was afraid that Du He would be unable to bear it at night, so he packed them all for Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling remembered the correct amount of the pills and fed Du He some before he breathed a sigh of relief and left Du He's room.

I originally wanted to get a bucket of water for Du Hebing's forehead, but Jiang Ling's basin had just been brought out and before he could find the water pipe, he saw someone standing in his yard. After a closer look, it was Jiang Zhongye who came back from socializing.

Jiang Ling shook slightly and gave Jiang Zhong a badly blessed gift.

"Babe..."

Jiang Zhongye sighed in slightest.

His daughter is good at everything, but she is too straightforward. Once she makes a mistake, she is already very obvious before she asks her. She doesn't know what it will be good to come to her husband's house in the future.

After looking at Du He's room, Jiang Zhongye spoke solemnly, "A Ling, what's wrong with Ahe?"

Jiang Ling was behind her back, so nervous that she didn't even dare to raise her head. She whispered: "I hurt Feng, I asked Dr. Jin to see it, saying that it was nothing big."

"It's not a big deal, but you're sick. Ah Ling, although you're a few months younger than Ah He, you understand a lot more than him in terms of human relationships and worldly affairs. If you don't see a lot of things, you can teach him, but don't have evil thoughts and go astray, it's difficult to correct them."

Jiang Zhongye seemed to be chatting, but in fact he hit Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling was misunderstood by his father and couldn't say anything about his suffering. He pursed his lips in grievance and whispered that he knew. Then he quickly fed a basin of water and walked into Du He's room.

Although Du Heren was confused, after he put the cold cloth towel over Jiang Ling, he still subconsciously leaned towards Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling didn't want to pay attention to this troublemaker, but looking at Du He's unprepared sleeping face, he didn't make up his mind and just sat in front of Du He's bed and looked after him all night.

After all, he was a young man with a good foundation and strong firepower. Du He was just confused for a day. On the third day, he didn't take it seriously and could get off the bed and move. However, Jiang Ling, after listening to Dr. Jin's instructions, suppressed Du He and lay down for another day.

On the afternoon of the third day, when Jiang Ling was delivering food to Du He, he saw Du He standing next to the basin rack, burying his head in the basin, and venting his breath.

"Why are you going crazy again?" Jiang Ling could no longer see the water, not to mention that when Du He touched the water again, the bowl of porridge in his hand was forced to stand by the table, and grabbed Du He's back collar and kicked him out.

"Huh! It's so good!" Du He's hair was soaked with water on his face, his face was a little pale, but his spirit had recovered. He didn't care if he was interrupted by Jiang Ling. He washed his hands and went to drink porridge.

"I'm talking to you? You're not big or small, right?" Jiang Ling stood angrily at the table, pressing his hands on the table, looking at Du He with condescendingly, "I'm your team leader. You just have this attitude towards me. Do you still want to sell tickets?"

Du He was so hot that he stretched out his tongue and said unhappy when he heard this: "Even if I talk to you well, I wouldn't I still have to sell tickets, that... everyone told me that you were responsible for selling tickets. If I come, can you go again?"

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and asked loudly: "Who has so many mouths? Is it Yu Da's mouth?"

As he said that, he became angry and wanted to go to Yu Dachun to argue.

Du He finally swallowed the porridge in his mouth, quickly grabbed Jiang Ling's wrist and said angrily: "Did they say it? It's really a matter of being over? They didn't lie, why are you looking for someone?"

"You ungrateful wolf! I only came a few days ago and I knew I would help others squeeze me. With my hard work, I wouldn't be as strong as someone else's words?" Jiang Ling was really angry. She took care of Du He in a difficult manner these days, which was a treatment that her father had never enjoyed, but in the end she kindly treated it as a donkey's liver and lungs, and was stabbed by Du He.

Jiang Ling's almond eyes were wide open, as if Du He didn't give him an explanation, and she would never finish with him today.

He glanced at Jiang Ling indifferently, and Du He was not afraid. He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "A Ling, there is a trick to hold back, but you didn't tell me, so you didn't teach me at all. You just wanted me to be ugly, or just wanted to torture me."

Jiang Ling was stunned by Du He's words and didn't know what to do for a moment.

First, there is indeed a formula for holding your breath underwater, but this is the exclusive to the great magician. She is just a little magician. She has just been on stage for a few years, so her father couldn't teach her. Second, Jiang Ling had to admit that she really wanted Du He to make a fool of herself that day, but no one expected that her father would come suddenly, and Jiang Ling's mistake almost drowned Du He.

These are all things that have happened in reality, and Jiang Ling could not argue with him, and then he felt a huge grievance.

"Then don't learn from me! Look for talented people again. I am a small temple and I can't help you, the big Buddha!" ​​Jiang Ling pushed Du He with a crying voice, staggered Du He, and turned his head and ran away.

Du He rubbed his chest unluckyly. His illness was not cured and his whole body was sore. Jiang Ling was able to suffer this.

However, Du He looked at the washbasin happily, and it was a blessing in disguise. He unexpectedly really learned the trick of holding back his breath under the water. Isn’t it a blessing to lose his fortune?

Jiang Ling, who was outside, was furious and hid in the kitchen utility room and chopped pickled vegetables with a knife. He was so scared that Sister Jiang, who was helping the kitchen, was sweating coldly. He asked carefully: "Miss Ling, you can call steamed fish soup. Do you want to send it to that little gentleman?"

Jiang Ling shouted: "Give it to my dad! It's better to throw it away than to that little bastard!"

Sister Jiang was so amused and crying that she had the same status as the head teacher Jiang?
Chapter completed!