The boy shook his head.

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows: "To tell the truth, you can't hide it."

The boy stuck his tongue out and said in a low voice: "Sometimes, my head will be a little dizzy, my mind will be confused, it feels like a blank, I can't think of anything."

After that, he raised his head to look at Duanmu Yawang: "Sister, I feel I have become stupid."

Song Yiyao's heart was tense, and he wanted to speak. Duan Muya glanced at him and asked him to rest assured before he smiled and said to the young man: "People who have really become stupid won't find that they have become stupid."

"Sister, you seem to be right to say that." The boy's eyes lit up.

"Um."

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrows, released her hand holding the pulse of the teenager, stood up and said to Song Yi, "I'm also hungry, why don't you go to eat first?"

Song Yiyao naturally had no objection, but thinking of his younger brother, he cautiously said: "Xiao Yao, you haven't eaten for a long time, so eat some, otherwise you will really hurt your body by starvation."

Duanmu Ya looked at it, her eyes moved, and asked the young man: "Have you not eaten for most of the day?"

The boy lowered his head and touched his belly in a small voice: "Sister, I'm actually not hungry."

"It's not time to be hungry, and I should eat too." Duanmu Yawang said as she stretched out her hand to embrace the young man's shoulders, "Your eldest brother is simmering. It's not interesting to eat with him. It's better to be with me and eat with us. chat?"

Song Xiyao gave a hum, and said very obediently: "Okay, I will listen to my sister."

As soon as these words came out, both Song Yiyao and Shishi had a look of consternation flashing in their eyes.

This afternoon, they persuaded the teenager to eat. They had been persuading him for a long time. The teenager almost didn't touch the water. He just wanted to find Duanmu Yawang. Now he is willing to eat when Duanmu Yawang speaks, which is really surprising.

So all four of them went to the dining hall.

The clergymen moved quickly. When they went to the hall, someone filed in with a variety of meals. After sitting down for a while, the table was filled with delicious food.

Little Bailu was not polite at all. After Song Yiyao said that he could start, he got up slightly, put a chicken leg in his bowl with a chopstick, and started chewing on the chicken leg.

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but squeezed his face: "Do you know the rules, here you are the youngest, you have to let the elderly move the chopsticks first."

"Nothing."

Song Yiyao smiled on her lips and said warmly: "Because we didn't think about it well, we made you so late. It's so late, and the child is hungry fast. He is probably hungry."

"Isn't it!"

Little Bailu pouted and said aggrieved: "I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back, and I'm almost out of strength."

Song Yiyao laughed and stretched out his hand to pinch another chicken leg into his bowl, "This one is also for you, as a compensation."

"Well, I accept it."

The little white deer is also easily satisfied, accepting people's apologies while eating.

Several people in Duanmu Yawang also began to eat.

Can’t think of Xiao Bailu’s good appetite, Song Xiyao has a mediocre appetite and is not very willing to eat. When eating, he will be like a chicken pecking, except that there is no grain of rice and one grain of rice in his mouth. Chewed.

Duanmu Yawangton chopsticks, helplessly said: "You call eating there like this, you are simply counting rice grains."

Song Xiyao lowered her head and said softly, "Sister, it's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't eat it."

"Is the rice too dry?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang pondered for a moment, and said to Song Yiyao: "Let someone stew some meat porridge for him. The meat should be stewed very badly. The porridge should not be too thick, just moderate."

Song Yiyao glanced at the bachelor.

The deacon got the order immediately, nodded quickly, and said, "The subordinates go and let the kitchen do it."

When the young man heard this, he had to put down his chopsticks, and Song Yiyao looked impatiently.

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyes and looked at the young man and said: "There is a stew cup of soup here, you can have a bowl."

"good."

The teenager just didn't want to eat, he could still accept the soup, took a clean bowl on one side, and drank a bowl of tonic soup from the stew by himself.

Song Yiyao looked at him, and he was relieved.

He was happy even if he had a drink.

While eating, Duanmu Yawang asked the young man like a chatter: "By the way, Xiaoyao, do you remember when you saw me?"

Song Xiyao seemed to pause for a while, then raised her head and shook her head obediently: "Sister, I can't remember."

"Is it?"

Duanmu Yawang felt it was a pity. Although she thought it was a little weird, she always felt a little weird. She still wanted to understand what was going on in her heart.

"Um."

The boy pursed his lips and said, "I thought about it very seriously. I also wanted to dream about it when I was sleeping, but my sister never dreamed."

Seeing his low speech, Duan Muya didn't want to talk to him about this topic anymore, and instead slowly talked to him about other things.

This meal was slow, and it took more than half an hour to finish.

After they finished eating, Song Xiyao's meat porridge hadn't come yet, and it took time to stew the porridge. Duan Muya thought about it, first took out the silver needle and some simple instrumental Dao medical machinery to treat Song Xiyao.

This treatment is not easy.

After the treatment, Song Xiyao broke out in a cold sweat, her face pale and pale.

But there was no complaint.

Song Yiyao looked at him, but still felt sorry for his younger brother, and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Miss Duanmu, is there a more relaxing treatment? Can't just take medicine?"

Duanmu Ya glanced at the young man and saw that his face was as pale as paper, his expression was in a trance, and he couldn't listen to their topics at all, then shook his head and said: "No. Did you forget that he was given a hallucinogen, and If the toxin remains in the body, it will be harmful to the human body, and the poison must be forced out by means."

After that, she said again: "Of course, the practical drugs can also be forced out. According to the list I wrote before, this is the solution, but the process is much longer.

Also, the longer these harmful substances remain in the human body, the greater the harm to the human body. I originally thought I was not free, so I didn’t detoxify like this. Now I stayed here for one night, just to detox him and let him. Take medicine for a while. "

"I see."

Song Yiyao sighed in relief and said gratefully: "Miss Duanmu, you really have a heart."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head and didn't answer. Seeing that the teenager was still cold and sweaty, she looked in a trance, stretched out her hand and massaged her temples gently. After pressing the temples, she gave him the neck and abdomen and pressed them with special techniques.

After she finished the massage, the boy's complexion really eased a lot.

However, after the pain and numbness disappeared, Song Xiyao felt tired and wanted to sleep.

Duan Muya looked at him and said, "Eat something first before going to bed. You are so tired and exhausted, and then you fall asleep. When you wake up, you will definitely hurt your stomach."

The boy was very tired, and said softly: "Sister, I'm very tired."

"Yi Ren, you are a man, and you can bear this tiredness." Duan Muya patted his shoulder with a beak, and said to Song Yi: "The porridge should be almost done, let someone bring it here for Xiao Yao to eat. After that, you let him take a bath before going to bed and going to bed."

Song Yiyao and the others can't help much. What they care about most is Song Xiyao's food. After listening to Duanmu Yawang's words, they naturally hurriedly asked people to do it.

The porridge came quickly.

Duanmu Ya looked uneasy, staring at Song Xiyao in the room.

Under Duanmu Yawang's gaze, Song Xiyao didn't dare to sloppy and ate two bowls of porridge obediently.

He usually doesn't eat well, and the two bowls of porridge are already the limit. After eating the two bowls, he stared at Duanmu Ya, "Sister, I really can't eat anymore."

"I know, it's fine if you are full."

Duanmu Yawang rubbed his head, smiled and stood up and said: "You can take a shower and then rest. I'm going to rest too."

The boy stopped her: "Sister, wake up tomorrow, can I still see you?"

Little Bailu sighed secretly, and spoke to Duanmu Yawang Xinyu: "Master, he is more clingy than me."

Duanmu Yawang ignored him and said to the boy: "Yes, tomorrow we will have breakfast together."

"Then it's settled!"

The young man watched Duanmu Yawang leave with big eyes.

After leaving the house, Song Yi said, "Miss Duanmu, you really have worked hard. We have arranged your wing, please come with me."

"good."