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"What's the matter? Hurry up."
Song Yi hurriedly took over the large pot of brown sugar water in her hands.
If she hurried and missed a step, that would be the end of it.
Spilling the sugar water was no big deal, but scalding someone would not be good...
By 2002, the house was very quiet, and Fan Qing was also propping herself up at the door waiting for them.
"Sister Yuan, you're here, hurry and see how Sister Mianmian is doing!"
Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of startling something.
"Mm!"
Song Yi, holding the pot of brown sugar water, didn't go over, feeling it was a bit inconvenient.
He waited in the living room; Grandma Ye also had diarrhea, and after all, he was a man, even if to Grandma, he was a child.
Their symptoms had improved a bit, but they still couldn't help going to the toilet frequently, and the smell inside the house was not pleasant.
Fan Qing felt a bit embarrassed and went to open the window in her room.