Song Ning was still imagining some fantastic scenes, and soon Huo Yao's voice came over again.
"This Ningxiang Pill is only an auxiliary drug, and it cannot be used for a long time. If you want to cure it completely..." Huo Yao paused, and then said: "I will... ask a friend to send some other targeted medicines when I have time."
Song Ning opened his eyes sharply when he heard this, "You mean mom's headache can be cured by medicine?"
Huo Yao frowned, "Of course."
Others may not be able to, but she, sorry, this is just pediatrics.
Song Ning touched the tip of her nose, but didn't take her daughter's words seriously. After all, this is a disease that even the doctor said could not be cured. Turning her eyes, her eyes fell on her husband's hand, "Your father's bottle is also like this Xiangwan?"
Although it is a modern society, but the medicine is called such a pill, and it is packaged in a ceramic bottle, which inevitably gives people a very ancient and primitive feeling.
Song Ning thought strangely in her heart.
Huo Yao shook his head and said softly, "No."
"Then what kind of medicine is this bottle of mine?" Huo Jinyan was very curious. Just now, his attention was on his wife, and he didn't open the small porcelain bottle.
There was a strand of broken hair hanging down Huo Yao's cheek, she hooked it behind her ear with her hand, and replied lazily: "It's not a medicine, but you can treat it as a Shiquan Dabu pill, take one pill every month, Strong and fit."
"Pfft..."
The corners of Huo Jinyan's lips twitched fiercely, his face quickly turned red, and the small porcelain bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground.
It seems that the dignity of men has been greatly insulted.
"Hahahaha." Looking at her husband's expression, Song Ning couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The daughter is too cute to give her father a bottle of health care.
After a while, Huo Jinyan sighed silently in his heart, turned around and found a delicate mahogany box in the cabinet, and put the small porcelain bottle in it very preciously.
Although it is not needed, it is also the first gift from my daughter and must be treasured.
Song Ning rolled his eyes violently beside him.
Huo Yao was thinking about Song Ning's migraine and was about to go upstairs.
Seeing that she was going back to her room, Song Ning suddenly remembered something important, and stopped her in a hurry, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot important things."
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows, and looked at her quietly with big black and white eyes.
"It's about transferring schools." Song Ning explained, the school will start in a few days, so try to confirm the school within a few days.
"Your dad and I have taken a fancy to a few schools. I'll show you the information. You can choose one." As he spoke, Song Ning bent over, opened the drawer of the tea table, and took out a stack of brochures from inside. .
"Look at this No. 3 middle school. The teachers are barely qualified. The main thing is that it is relatively close to home. We can consider commuting."
"In this 11th middle school, the admission rate for one and two books is a bit low, but the admission rate for art candidates is higher than that of other key high schools."
"There is also this Desheng Foreign Language School. Although the fees are a bit expensive, it is a good school in this city, second only to No. 1 Middle School. Your father and I are more interested in this school."
Song Ning pulled out Desheng's school profile, opened it page by page and handed it to Huo Yao, "Originally the school required you to take the entrance exam, but I got in touch with your father and said that now we can go to school directly without the exam. .”
Huo Yao, who had been unable to get in the conversation all the time, her eyes fell on the profile page with a complicated expression on her face. She was not looking at it seriously, but was thinking about a question.
Papa Huo: To be honest, when I received the first gift from my daughter, I... was so moved that I almost shed tears.
(end of this chapter)