"How many tails does my sister have now?" Shen Anmin joked.
Zhao Miaomiao raised three fingers, "I used to have eight tails, but your grandmother and your father used up five, and now I only have three. The wish of nine tails is getting farther and farther~"
"What do grandma and daddy do with your tail?" Shen Anmin unconsciously fell into her words and asked curiously.
"My tail can fulfill the wishes of human beings. Every time a wish is fulfilled, I will lose a tail. A tail is my life. At first, I used one to cure your grandmother's eyes; later, to cure your father's broken leg, you Mother's frail body, your birth, and your rescue of your father from prison. My five lives are gone~"
"Sister, have you peeked at my "Liao Zhai"?" Seeing that she was telling the truth, Shen Anmin almost believed it.
"Yes, I also read a lot of strange novels, all of which I got from your study~" Zhao Miaomiao nodded.
"No wonder, my sister should really write stories, there must be many people reading your stories~" Shen Anmin yawned, feeling sleepy.
Zhao Miaomiao watched as his eyes closed slowly, and his breathing became heavy, knowing that he was falling asleep, and there were some sleep-promoting herbs in the soup.
Zhao Miaomiao lay beside him and took care of him all night. His fever subsided in the middle of the night, and his illness was relieved, and he would be cured after drinking the medicine for a few days.
The rooster crowed outside, and some light appeared in the dark sky, and Zhao Miaomiao left.
Everyone gradually woke up from deep sleep. After the sky was bright, Meng Wanru came to Shen Anmin's room, touched his head and found that his fever had subsided.
?He hurriedly called the doctor over, the doctor took his pulse and looked at his face, wondering in his heart, this little young master obviously has no cure, the high fever does not go away, and the rash does not go away. Why did the high fever subside after a night of sleep.
The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow, he was about to run away. No matter how good this young master is, he has escaped a catastrophe now.
"Young master, this is slowing down."
After hearing the news, the mother and son of the Shen family looked at each other when they heard the doctor's diagnosis. They thought that Baiyu might have helped them secretly.
After all, I don't know how many doctors have been invited these days, but there is no effect. Shen Anmin was already unconscious yesterday.
"Sister" Shen Anmin felt that the surroundings were a little noisy, and the bright light dazzled his eyes. Waking up from a deep sleep, I subconsciously called Zhao Miaomiao, but when I saw my mother who was wiping tears beside me, I quickly changed my words, "Mother~"
I saw my father and grandmother standing beside me again, "Daddy, grandmother~"
"Hey, An'er, are you awake? Just wake up!" Shen's mother hurried over and took Shen Anmin into her arms.
"An'er, have a good rest. Don't let your parents and grandmother worry about you." Shen Wenliang said in a deep voice, with a slightly worried look on his face.
"An'er, are you hungry? Mommy is going to get you something to eat!" Meng Wan asked with tears streaming down her face, barely holding her voice.
"Mom, I want to eat candied fruit"
"Okay, okay", Meng Wanru hurriedly went to the kitchen to order a bowl of hot porridge, and hurried back with some candied fruit, and personally fed Shen Anmin a bowl of porridge.
Everything was quiet at night, the window sill moved a little, and opened a crack slightly. Zhao Miaomiao quietly raised her head and saw that there was no one there.
She jumped in lightly, stepped out of the curtain, passed through the screen, and met Shen Anmin who opened her eyes and was smiling. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com