Bai Yan asked: "When the little son coughs, can there be a squeaking noise? Is it more and yellow? Is there any symptoms of fever and dry mouth?"

Dr. Song sneaked, and then quickly nodded: "Yes, that's right, these symptoms, but also irritated, crying, how can the girl know this?"

There are about a few in Bai Xin’s heart. He smiled and said: "Children are afraid to take medicine. This is normal. When I was a child, I didn't like to take medicine. At that time, my mother would give me a bowl of Chinese wolf pork soup, although not necessarily. It's delicious, but it's better than the medicine juice, and the entrance is much better, and the fruit and the juice are similar. You can have a good effect when you eat it a few times. If you believe me, you can use this side to try."

Dr. Song was busy asking: "Is your mother the one who prescribed this prescription?"

Bai Hao shook his head: "No, Huanren Pork Lung Soup is just a recipe for diet. It is not a real prescription. Well, we still have something to do, and we will leave."

After Bai Hao and Hu Feng left the pharmacy, Song Dafu did not return to God for a long time. He always felt that he had discovered any secrets, but he could not know what it was.

The day is still not reconciled, with Hu Feng looking for a few pharmacies in the town, and as the Song doctor said, there are no leeches and pangolins, they do not even know that these two drugs. . .

On the way back to the Yellow Camel Village, Hu Feng saw that the white enamel was still as easy as it was when he came. The worry that he could not buy the medicine was not found on her face.

His original fears also disappeared instantaneously: "It seems that you already have a way."

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?"

Hu Feng slowly drove the carriage and looked at the golden pieces in the distance. His eyes were deep and deep: "I don't know what this otter is, but it is not difficult to get it if you look at it."

White shrug shrug: "The otter is not difficult, can be found in the paddy field, but the pangolin can only be found in the mountains. It seems that we have to go into the mountain again. I hope that this time I will not meet the white hoisting tiger again. ""

Hu Feng said: "I am not afraid of encounters. Just try my new sword and see how sharp it is."

The last time I met a white tiger in the forest, he fell into the wind when he fought with it. It was because there was no weapons in his hand. If there were weapons in hand, he would solve a hanging tiger. For him, Not too laborious.

The carriage bypassed the mountain road and stopped near a small forest.

The white cockroach drilled out of the carriage. "What's wrong? Are you going to be convenient?"

Hu Feng did not care for her, her eyes fell on the mud in front.

The white scorpion looked down at his gaze and saw a man lying on the mud. The man was facing him, dressed in black, and could not see clearly. He should look like a young man.

Bai Hao is about to jump off the car to see, Hu Feng grabs her: "Don't go!"

The white cockroaches are puzzled. It can be seen that Hu Feng is close to the brows. He knows that things may not be as simple as she thought. He quickly retracted and whispered, "What happened?"

Hu Fengdao: "There is an ambush." ​​His gaze turned slightly and swept to the side of the woods.

Hu Feng’s words just fell, and suddenly saw the direction from the woods, and the arrow was broken.

Hu Feng’s subconscious backhand pushed the white cockroach back into the compartment, “Your Majesty.”

Bai Yu was obedient and lying down, and he was straight on the carriage, not daring to move.

It’s not that she is afraid of death. It’s just that now, if she doesn’t listen to Hu Feng’s, she will increase the burden on him. After all, she has no experience of evading flying arrows.

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