Every time he saw his brother look like this, he had a headache.

His headache made his breathing heavier, and Duanmu Yawang couldn't ignore it anymore. As he was about to speak, the deacon who followed took the lead anxiously: "Master, the subordinates let you give you a decoction?"

The young man was taken aback, walked over and asked helplessly: "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

At this question, Song Yi raised his head quickly.

The deacon was also stunned, looking at the young man inconceivably.

Song Yiyao's disease has been around for half a year, and the teenager knew it, but even if he saw Song Yiyao have a headache, sometimes he just looked at it indifferently.

I don't know what I care about.

This is the first time he has asked this kind of concern in half a year.

Song Yiyao only felt as if it was a world away.

The dear's eyes were almost wet.

"Brother?" The boy was a little anxious, and asked again: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yiyao looked at him without saying anything, stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's head, his voice was dumb: "Brother is happy." He almost thought that he would never hear the care of the only person he cares in his entire life. Him.

"Sister, show me your brother." The young man was still a little worried, and looked at Duan Muya: "Sister, you have the best medical skills. You must know where your brother is uncomfortable."

"!!!"

As soon as this word came out, everyone present was stunned!

How did he know that Duanmu Yawang is highly skilled in medicine?

Although Duanmu Yawang had seen him a medical condition, he had never seen Duanmu Yawang at all when he was in a coma all the way, and because he resisted taking medicine, no one dared to mention Duanmu Yawang after Duanmu Yawang left.

So, how did he know that Duanmu Yawang understands medicine?

It's really the first time they have seen each other!

After all, Song Yiyao couldn't help it anymore, and shook his brother's shoulders, "Xiao Yao, you, do you know Miss Duanmu?"

"Know!"

Song Xiyao looked at his brother weirdly, "Didn't I tell you just now? Brother, do you have a headache and memory?"

Song Yiyao covered his eyes, not knowing what to say.

He was a little at a loss, and looked towards Duanmu Yawang. Duanmu Yawang understood what he meant, and she shook her head.

Her memory has never been wrong, and she can be sure that she has never seen this boy. The boy is very good. If she has seen it, she will definitely recognize it.

Besides, she only came to this world for about a year, and the original owner had never left the empire and didn't know medicine. How could he know him?

But the boy said that she knows how to do medicine, which is really weird.

"What's the matter with you?" The boy was a little worried, "Sister, can you see what's going on with your brother?"

"good."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, and said to Song Yi, "Give me your hand."

Song Yiyao glanced at his younger brother and handed it over.

Duanmu Yawang pulsed for him. For a while, in the young man’s focused gaze, she said: “The son of Song is too nervous, too anxious, and not resting well, causing too tight nerves. Caused his headache."

In fact, headaches can be very complicated and require careful inspection. However, Duanmu Yawang can still be sure of minor cases.

"Then, is this headache serious?" the boy asked caringly.

"It's not serious, but it affects personal life. If he wants to be tired or unhappy, he will have such a situation." After that, she asked Song Yiyao: "Is it sometimes painful to sweat all over my body. ?"

Song Yiyao nodded and said honestly: "Yes."

I always feel the twitching of the head, the pain is unbearable.

"It needs more rest and more relaxation." When Duanmu Yawang said, he glanced at the teenager and said seriously: "Your brother is very worried about you. Do you want to be obedient?"

The teenager was a little confused. After a while, he bit his lip and whispered: "Sister, I'm not sick. My brother always calls people to see me. Those people are weird. I don't want to take the medicine they gave me."

After that, he thought of something and looked at Duanmu Yawang: "Sister, do you think I'm sick too?"

The teenager in front of him is really normal, just a normal child.

Being able to think and caring about people, even a little emotion is within the normal range, but Duanmu Yawang has not forgotten his description of him in the hysteria and Song Yiyao and others in the room just now.

Of course, she can't stimulate him either.

Teenagers have the strongest self-esteem and care about some things.

She didn't answer, but only asked: "In your eyes, I am very skilled in medicine, right?"

"Yes!" The boy nodded seriously: "No one is stronger than you."

"thanks."

Duanmu Yawang smiled softly, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, she said softly: "Take a look at yourself."

The young man was puzzled, stretched out his hand and touched his wrist. With this touch, he found that his wrist was very thin.

Almost skinny.

He was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to see: "I seem to have lost a lot of weight." Why did he lose so much?

He only knew that during this period of time, he kept seeing a lot of entanglements. He was too annoyed and helpless. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he hadn't had a meal with his brother for a long time?

What did he... do?

"right."

Duanmu Yawang nodded and said softly: "You are in a bad mood. It was when you were growing up, your body was so thin and weak. There must be minor problems. Why should I prescribe medicine for you to take good care of your body?"

The teenager stared at her: "Regulate your body, can you treat it with medicine?"

"right."

Duanmu Yawang looked back at him very seriously: "I promise, after you take the medicine, everything will not get better. Moreover, the medicine I give you is easy to eat, so you definitely don't need to drink a big bowl of a big bowl. Medicinal."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he was obviously tempted.

However, children like to care about, he tilted his head and asked: "Then how long do I have to take medicine?"

"You are so skinny, you have to eat for at least a month."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not a month long."

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips with a smile, agreeing: "Yes, it's not long."

"Good!" The boy nodded solemnly. "Sister, as long as you give me medicine, I will take it!"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang smiled.

Song Yiyao and Shishi didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so smoothly they almost burst into tears!

Duanmu Ya glanced at Song Yiyao, and said to him, "Prepare me with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and make a complete set of the play."

"good!"

Song Yi Yaoxinyu responded with a voice transmission before he opened his mouth and looked at Duanmu Ya: "Miss Duanmu, I will write you the prescription?" In fact, the medicine has been given for days.

Some small prescriptions were also written to them.

"good."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, holding the young man's hand and said, "Shall we go back to the hall?"

"good."

The boy responded very well-behaved and followed Duanmu Yawang.

Naturally, Song Yiyao couldn't prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones himself. He followed them all the way and asked the bachelor to handle it. When they returned to the hall, the bachelor had already prepared everything.

Duanmu Yawang was about to write, and the young man said worriedly: "Let's write about brother first. It will take some time for me to adjust my body. My brother should heal his headache first."

Listening to his younger brother's voice, Song Yiyao felt as if it were natural. He rubbed his younger brother's head and said warmly: "Don't worry, my brother will have a headache. After a while ago, the pain will have disappeared long ago."

Seeing him so well-behaved, his head no longer feels tight and naturally there is no pain.

The young man was worried, worried that he lied to him, and stared at his brother: "Really? Don't lie to me."

Song Yiyao's lips pursed with a smile, "Just ask your sister."

The young man looked eagerly at Duanmu Yawang instead.

Duanmuya looked at Song Yiyao's expression and knew that his headache had passed, so he nodded seriously, "Yes, this kind of headache is temporary."

The boy was still worried, "But I still have to prescribe medicine for my brother, right?"

"Yes." Duanmu Yawang obediently said, "I'll write about your brother first."

"good!"

The young man was satisfied and said sweetly: "Thank you sister!"

"Small things, you don't have to be polite." Duanmu Yawang was very gentle with the young man, so he bowed his head and began to write seriously.

The teenager bowed his head and watched her writing curiously.

Song Yiyao looked at his younger brother, and only felt that the heat in his chest was surging. He felt that his younger brother had finally returned...