Shock!Crazy criticism that the regent’s first wife is actually me

Chapter 20 Doudou has a problem

The sound of milky milk was accompanied by a petite figure appearing at the door. Doudou rubbed his arms and scratched the red rash on his body.

"Doudou?" Yan Wan grabbed Doudou's arm, "What's going on?"

Doudou spread her palms and pinched two peach kernels. "I only ate one of the almonds on the table. It's so itchy. Mom, I'm so blue and thin..."

"These are not almonds. How can you eat peach kernels?" Yan Wan didn't care about anything else and hurriedly carried her son through the door, "Zhilan, help!"

Zhilan was so afraid that something might happen that she quickly got up and rushed into the house.

The Lord has ordered that if there is an accident, it will be dealt with according to the government's regulations.

Mrs. Bo's breathing was short, and she walked towards the room with the pendulum in hand.

God knows, what did she see?

"Doudou mistakenly took peach kernels for almonds. If you eat them, you will get a rash. Don't worry about the medicine for typhoid fever. Quickly follow this prescription to get the medicine." Yan Wan wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhilan, "Be sure to hurry up. !”

Zhilan didn't dare to delay, picked up the prescription and ran away.

Yan Wan quickly wetted the handkerchief and kept wiping the rash on Doudou, "No scratching allowed, do you understand?"

"Mom..." Doudou's eyes were red, "It's so itchy!"

Madam Bo staggered in and rushed in. Nanny Lin tried to help her, but she brushed her away.

Standing in front of the bed, looking at the childish face and the rash caused by eating peach kernels, Mrs. Bo froze on the spot in shock.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?
"Old Madam?" Nanny Lin realized something was wrong and shouted quickly.

Mrs. Bo finally came to her senses and said, "Go and get the blue porcelain bottle containing the medicine that I put on the bookshelf."

"That..." Nanny Lin was startled, looked at Doudou again, and nodded knowingly.

Bo Zhen knew that his ancestor was kind-hearted, and he probably saw this wild boy getting a rash, so he couldn't bear it and was angry. He immediately grabbed Mrs. Bo's hand and said, "Ancestor, what kind of strange disease does he have?" Isn’t it contagious? I’m really scared!”

"Don't worry, it won't be contagious." Mrs. Bo looked at Bo Zhen again.

The look in his eyes made Bo Zhen's heart tremble, and he felt guilty for no apparent reason.

"Ancestor?" Bo Zhen hugged Mrs. Bo.

In the eyes of outsiders, children of this age are the most real. They cannot have any bad intentions and naturally cannot talk about any scheming.

Mrs. Bo always hurt Bo Zhen the most, so she naturally didn't say anything more. "Mom, it's itchy..." Doudou endured it really hard, and tears fell down, "Huh, huh, just once... rub it, Doudou is so blue and thin!"

This crying sound broke Yan Wan's heart, but she couldn't let him go. She grabbed his little arm, wiped it with cold water, and blew it "whirring".

"Old Madam?" Nanny Lin moved quickly, "Here!"

Mrs. Bo poured a meatball, and Nanny Lin immediately handed it over.

Yan Wan was startled and didn't dare to answer.

"When the medicine is cooked, he may feel very uncomfortable." Mrs. Bo said, "Take it and it will definitely work."

Yan Wan glanced at the Buddhist skewer in Mrs. Bo's hand, and finally stuffed the pill into Doudou's mouth.

When Bo Yan returned, the red rash on Doudou's body had faded a lot.

"Grandma!" Bo Yangui saluted.

Mrs. Bo took a deep breath and said, "Follow me."

"Yes!" Bo Yangui nodded and glanced at Jingshan, "Go there yourself and send him back."

Jingshan realized, "Yes!"

"Ancestor?" Bo Zhen lacked confidence and shouted sarcastically.

Mrs. Bo looked back at him and said meaningfully, "Since Jingshan is sending you back, I can rest assured. Go back!"

"Yes!" Bo Zhen lowered his head and followed Jingshan unwillingly.

After leaving the small building, we returned to the Buddhist hall.

Mrs. Bo took Bo Yan back to the bedroom, took out a painting from the painting jar, placed it on the table and opened it slowly, "See for yourself."

Bo Yangui came closer, glanced at him, and froze on the spot in shock.

After a moment, he walked to the door, took the painting box from his attendant, turned back to the desk, and slowly unfolded it in front of Mrs. Bo.

Now, it was Mrs. Bo's turn to be dumbfounded.

"How could it be? Could it be..."

(End of this chapter)