The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 39
Song Zhi finally smiled when he heard the good news.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Song Zhi just said this sentence over and over at the moment, his whole mind was a little messed up.

For a while, he was worried about his daughter, and for a while, he was happy for Zhao Dalei, and he didn't know until the old drunkard left.

Qin Jie had been noticing the movement outside, but he didn't want to cause trouble for the Song family father and daughter, so he refrained from coming out.

Seeing that the outsider had already left, Qin Jie came out and helped close the door.

"Uncle Song? Miss Song is sick?" Qin Jie came over and asked.

Song Zhi came to his senses when he heard Qin Jie's words.

"That's right! The old drunkard came to give Ying'er a pulse just now, saying that she is in poor health, and if she doesn't take care of herself, she might not live for two years!" Song Zhi burst into tears at this point .

It's all his fault, he's not human, if he had discovered the true colors of the old Song family members earlier, he wouldn't have let his daughter suffer such a big crime.

"Uncle Song, don't worry! Hurry up and cook some millet porridge for Miss Song right now! I can't give her the chicken soup from yesterday, so it's best to let Miss Song drink some millet porridge! I remember when I They sent a lot of millet here!" Qin Jie thought for a while and reminded.

Although he has never taken care of anyone, he knows the common sense.

Like Song Ying's current state, her body is so weak that she must drink some clear porridge.

Song Zhi was reminded by Qin Jie, and immediately remembered.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to make millet porridge right now!"

Seeing Song Zhi's bewildered look, Qin Jie knew that Song Ying's illness made him start to panic.

"Uncle Song!" Qin Jie stopped Song Zhi.

When Song Zhi turned around to look over, Qin Jie said earnestly, "Uncle Song, you are Miss Song's only support now, you can't mess up!"

Song Zhi was shocked when he heard Qin Jie's words, and his eyes became focused from lax.

"That's right, I can't panic at this time, I have to calm down! Ying'er is still waiting for me to take care of her!"

A mother is strong, a father is strong!
Song Zhi was not a good father before, but his love for his children was not lacking.

At this time, under such circumstances, Song Zhi was forced to mature.

Seeing that Song Zhi finally knew what he was going to do, Qin Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around, Qin Jie stood by Song Ying's window.

When the old drunkard was giving Song Ying a pulse check, Song Zhi opened the window in the house so that the old drunkard could see him.

Looking through the window at Song Ying who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Qin Jie felt sorry for her for some reason.

Yesterday, she was so eloquent and lively that it made people happy.

Today, she was lying there quietly, but it made people feel distressed.

It was already noon when Song Ying realized that she was sick.

At this time, she finally felt the hunger coming from her stomach, and then struggled to sit up.

"Don't move, you are still sick, tell me what you want to do!" Qin Jie's voice came from outside the window.

It turned out that Qin Jie had been guarding outside Song Ying's window since morning.

Song Zhi also came to see it many times. Seeing Qin Jie standing outside the window very politely, he didn't say anything.

Song Ying heard Qin Jie's words and found herself sore and weak, so she gave up her plan to sit up.

"I want to drink some water!" As soon as the words came out, Song Ying was startled.

At this time, her voice was actually that kind of hoarse voice.

"Okay, wait first!" Qin Jie glanced at Song Ying, and then quickly went to the kitchen.

Soon, Qin Jie and Song Zhi came over with a bowl of warm water, and the other brought a bowl of millet porridge.

After that, the two entered Song Ying's room one after the other.

"Girl, just wake up! Don't worry, Dad will help you up, and you can drink water!" Song Zhi put aside the millet porridge in his hand, and grabbed it with his left hand. One of Song Ying's arms.

Here, Qin Jie also put the bowl of warm water in his hand aside, and said, "I'm offended!" and grabbed Song Ying's other arm.

The two men worked hard together, and then helped Song Ying up and leaned against the head of the bed.

After doing all this, Song Zhi quickly picked up a bowl of warm water, and put it near Song Ying's mouth.

After Song Ying drank a bowl of water, she ate another bowl of millet porridge, and felt much better.

"I have a fever? Is the alcoholic grandpa coming?" Song Ying remembered something at this moment and asked.

"That's not true! If it wasn't for your alcoholic grandpa, dad wouldn't even know you were sick! I'm sorry! Girl, it's dad who didn't take good care of you!" Song Zhi blamed himself.

Song Ying looked at her father and said with relief: "Father, don't say such things in the future! The past is over! Just take care of me in the future! Too many things happened these days, no one Expecting such a thing to happen! I didn't even think of it myself, I should have a fever!"

Speaking of this, Song Ying immediately remembered.

"By the way, Dad, how is Uncle Da Lei?" Song Ying suddenly became anxious.

"Don't worry, when your alcoholic grandfather came to see you in the morning, he said that your Uncle Da Lei is not in danger, and he is already awake. It's just that he is seriously injured and needs to stay in the temporary wooden house built yesterday Just continue to rest and recuperate!" Song Zhi said what he knew, and at the end he said: "I finally know why the drunkard old man said this before he left! He expected you to wake up I will ask this!"

Song Ying was relieved when she learned that Zhao Dalei was fine.

"Uncle Da Lei's self-cultivation is indeed better there! Dad, I'm fine, why don't you take a look at Uncle Da Lei's situation!"

"It's no wonder you're fine, you'll have to take medicine later!" Song Zhi remembered something, and then took out the medicine left by the drunkard old man.

"Look, this black pill is for you to heal your illness. You just ate a meal, so take another one now! The red pill in the other bottle is for you to replenish qi and blood! You From now on, I will eat it every day, and my father will watch you eat it! The drunkard old man has said that if your body doesn’t regulate your Qi and blood properly, you may not live for two years!”

Speaking of this, Song Zhi's eyes turned red.

Song Ying was a little surprised when she heard this, but quickly accepted the fact.

In fact, as the owner of this body, she naturally knows how bad this body is.

Even though she had prepared for the worst, Song Ying never thought that her body was so bad.

"But don't worry, as long as you take the medicine obediently, your body will recover!" Song Zhi said firmly at this moment.

　Hahaha, friends, Happy Goddess' Day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)