Song Qin glanced at her, then lowered her head and nodded slightly, choking up: "I saw, it's a cold."
"Didn't take any medicine?"
Lin Qiao noticed she didn't answer, guessing she didn't buy medicine.
She sighed inwardly, looking at Song Tingfan, "Uncle, carry Grandpa to the clinic."
She wasn't sure if the money on hand was enough.
Even if it's not enough, they have to brace themselves for the treatment.
Song Tingfan knew the family's situation, he glanced at his sister-in-law with some complicated guilt, but he still picked up Grandpa.
Carrying him, he realized Song Rong was lighter than expected.
His lower lip bit down hard; Grandpa used to carry him every day and even taught him to use a bow and arrow.
On his back, because of the movement, Song Rong felt slightly dizzy, and after a moment, hurriedly spoke, "Cough cough... no need, no need cough cough, just a minor ailment."
