Seeing that his father agreed to take his pulse, Xiaonan smiled and adjusted his breath slightly, he stretched out three fingers and gently placed them on the wrist of his father.

After frowning slightly, he took the pulse for two or three minutes, his brow slowly unwinded, nodded and smiled, saying, "It's almost the same as what I think!"

Looking at his son's nodding look, I was relieved and smiled and said, "It seems that you are good at traditional Chinese medicine. Work hard!"

Fun Xiaonan nodded and looked at it and it was getting late. So he handed over the 10,000 yuan to his father and prepared to go back to school.

"Xiao Nan, wait a moment!" Looking at the stack of money handed over by his son, the father reached out and counted two thousand yuan out of the ten thousand yuan, and then handed the remaining eight thousand yuan back and said, "I just need to leave two thousand here. Xiaobei is now in his third year of high school. He wants to buy some tutoring materials, and also add more nutrition and food expenses; keep the others yourself!"

"Huh?" Xiaonan was slightly stunned, then smiled and waved, "Dad, don't worry... I still have money in my hands, and I can make money every month in the future. If you take this money, Xiaobei will give you more living expenses; you should also add more nutrition here, and eat what you should eat, don't save!"

After saying that, Fun Xiaonan waved his hand and walked out of the hemorrhage room, then walked towards the doctor's office.

"Oh... Xiaonan is here!" Dr. Huang was sitting at the desk reading a book. Seeing Xiaonan coming over, he put down the book in his hand and smiled.

"Doctor Huang, how is my dad's recent situation?" Fang Xiaonan sat down with a smile.

Speaking of this, Dr. Huang slowly frowned and said, "The situation is good for the time being. Today I have a blood routine check and the anemia has been corrected, but it is still quite serious. If this continues, I am afraid that blood transfusions will be required next week!"

"Okay, if you want to lose, just lose!" Fun Xiaonan nodded, and then smiled, "By the way, Dr. Huang... I got a prescription for treating uremia from a professor a few days ago. I want you to help me see. If there is no problem, I will give my dad some time!"

"A prescription for treating uremia?" Dr. Huang was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Okay, let me see. If there is no obstacle, let your father take it!"

At that moment, Xiaonan borrowed Dr. Huang's pen and prescription and prescribed a prescription.

This prescription was prescribed after Xiao Nan had confirmed his father's condition. With the experience of Mr. Huang's reincarnation in the ninth generation, he was confident that in this traditional Chinese medicine, no old traditional Chinese medicine doctor could surpass him in this world.

"White ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Astragalus..." Most of the doctors in the rural town hospitals know a little about traditional Chinese and Western medicine. After a few glances at this prescription, Dr. Huang knew that it was warm and tonic, which is beneficial to qi and blood, but the right symptoms were the right ones. There was only the benefits and no harm after taking it. He immediately signed the prescription and handed it to Xiaonan, who smiled and said, "Okay, then you can pick up the medicine, but this prescription costs dozens of yuan a pair, which is not cheap!"

"It's okay, thank you!" Fun Xiaonan thanked gratefully, then went outside to find a nurse to get today's fee bill and went downstairs to pay the fee and get the medicine.

He handed the medicine he had taken for a week to Dr. Huang and asked him to turn around and give it to his father directly. Fang Xiaonan then rode back to school. However, he had just rode out of the town entrance and looked at the sky mountain surrounded by clouds and mist. Fang Xiaonan unconsciously stopped at his feet.

Looking at the Sky Mountain for a moment, looking at the time, Xiaonan locked the bicycle on the railings by the roadside, then turned around and strided towards Sky Mountain.

He climbed up the mountain like an enclave. His physical strength increased significantly compared to before. It took only half an hour to stand on the top of the mountain.

After spending more than ten minutes, recalling and searching, I quickly found the location of the familiar cave, but at this time it was vague and it seemed that I couldn't see the appearance of the cave clearly.

Fang Xiaonan did not go directly, but looked around, then reached out to carry a stone as big as a millstone next to him and threw it aside.

As the stone was moved away, everything in front of me became clear in an instant, and the cave hidden behind the vines was also in front of me.

Standing in front of this cave, Xiaonan walked forward for a long time, stretched out his hand to pull away the vines, and walked slowly into it...

After a while, he walked out of the cave again, looked at the hole covered by the vines, sighed softly, Ju moved the stone back, took a look at the scene that had returned to the vague again, and strode down the mountain.

In the evening, Momo's father reached out and carefully scooped a large bowl of chicken soup and chicken from the pressure cooker, looked at the remaining half pot of chicken soup, and hesitated for a while, then scooped two spoons and put them into the bowl. Only then did the lid of the pressure cooker be satisfactorily covered again.

The remaining half of the pot can be kept for two meals tomorrow.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A teenager in a school uniform carrying an old canvas backpack strode into the house.

The father looked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, looked at his youngest son, and smiled mysteriously, "Xiaobei is back... Go wash his hands and prepare for dinner!"

"Dad, why are you so happy today?" Fun Xiaobei threw his backpack onto the chair, walked into the kitchen to wash his hands, and helped him serve the meal next to him.

"Huh... it smells so good!" Fun Xiaobei reached out to wash two hands, suddenly sniffed, looked at the big bowl on the stove, and suddenly said excitedly: "Dad, you have cooked chicken soup!"

"Your brother cooked it!" Listening to the excited voice of the youngest son, the father felt a little sad, but then he laughed again and said, "Hurry up, bring the dishes out, let's start the meal later!"

"good!"

"It smells so good!"

Seeing his son drinking the soup with big mouthfuls, he imitated his father and felt pity and bitter: "Don't rush to eat slowly, there are still many more!"

"Dad, I'm enough to eat this bowl; you can eat too, if you are in poor health, you should eat more!" After drinking the soup in the bowl, Xiaobei pulled out the meat residue in the bowl and ate it, he wiped his mouth and put it down the bowl with some reluctance.

"Come on... eat another bowl. You are growing up, and there are more in the pot!" Hearing his son's sensible words, he sighed with satisfaction as if his father had reached out to take his son's bowl, scooped another bowl, handed it over, and said, "Drink this bowl and eat the rest of my father!"

Looking at the bowl of soup handed over by my father, I looked at the soup bowls on the table and then looked at the fact that there were still a lot of soup bowls on the table. Then I happily continued to eat.

Seeing that his son was eating happily, he smiled with satisfaction as his father, and then he started drinking it himself. Feeling the deliciousness of the chicken soup, his eldest son's figure appeared in front of him.

"Dad, drink, you are not in good health, drink more!" The boy's school uniform sleeves were obviously shorter. When he reached out to push the last bowl of chicken soup over, half of his arm was exposed.

Looking at his younger son who was becoming more sensible, he looked at the small bowl of chicken soup pushed by his son. He felt a little sad in his heart, and smiled and shook his head, "Xiaobei, drink it, dad has drunk a lot just now. You are growing up now, so you should drink more!"

"Dad, I'm full and can't eat it anymore!" Fan Xiaobei touched his belly hard, which was actually not bulging at all, exaggeratingly.

"Dad is full too. Let's do it, half of each person, don't waste it!" Fufa smiled helplessly, reached out to pour some of the small bowl of chicken soup into his bowl, and then brought the rest to Fufa.

"Okay!" Looking at the remaining half bowl, Fun Xiaobei did not hesitate anymore and started drinking happily.

Looking at his son who drank half a bowl of chicken soup in just a few sips, he smiled helplessly. The child who was growing up at the age of seventeen or eighteen will never be able to fill his stomach, let alone the chicken soup that he had rarely drunk once this year.
Chapter completed!