Chapter 17
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Song Ning was still imagining some fantastical scenes when she heard Huo Yao's voice again. "I'm sorry.
"The Condensed Fragrance Pill is just a supplementary medicine. It can't be used for a long time. If you want to cure it completely..." Huo Yao paused before she continued. "When I have time... I will get a friend to send me some other medicine."
Song Ning's eyes widened. "Are you saying that there is medicine that can cure my headache?"
Huo Yao raised her brow. "Of course."
Other people might not be able to cure it, but it was child's play for her.
Song Ning touched her nose. She did not take her daughter's words seriously. After all, even the doctor said that it was incurable. Her eyes landed on her husband's hand. "Does your father have a bottle of Condensed Fragrance Pills too?"
Although it was a modern society, the medicine was called this and that pill, and it was stored in ceramic bottles, which inevitably gave people a very ancient and primitive feeling.
Song Ning had a strange thought in her mind.
Huo Yao shook her head and replied calmly. "No."
"Then what medicine is in my bottle?" Huo Jinyan was rather curious. He had been too focused on his wife to open the bottle.
A strand of Huo Yao's hair fell down her cheek. She tucked it behind her ear and replied lazily. "It's not really medicine, but you can treat it as a supplement. Take one every month to strengthen your body."
"Pfft..."
Huo Jinyan's lips twitched violently. His face instantly turned red, and he almost dropped the bottle in his hand.
It was as though he had just been humiliated.
"Hahahaha." Song Ning could not help but burst into laughter when she saw the look on her husband's face.
Their daughter was so adorable that she could give her father a bottle of health supplements.
Moments later, Huo Jinyan sighed in his heart. He turned around and found an exquisitely crafted mahogany box in the cupboard. He placed the bottle in it like it was his daughter's treasure.
Although he had no use for it, it was his daughter's first gift, so he had to treasure it.
Song Ning rolled her eyes violently.
Huo Yao was thinking about Song Ning's migraine and was about to head upstairs.
Song Ning suddenly recalled something when she saw that Huo Yao was about to return to her room. She hurriedly called out to her. "My bad memory. I almost forgot something important."
Huo Yao raised her brow and looked at her quietly with her big eyes.
"It's about transferring schools." Song Ning explained. School was about to start in a few days, so they had to confirm the school within a couple of days.
"Your dad and I have decided on a few schools. I'll show you the information, and you can choose one." Song Ning bent over, pulled open the drawer of the coffee table, and took out a stack of books.
"Look at this No.3 High School. The teachers are barely there, but it's closer to home. We can consider living there."
"This Eleventh High School has a low enrollment rate for first and second universities, but the enrollment rate for art students is higher than other key high schools."
"There is also this Desheng Foreign Language School. Although the fees are a bit expensive, it is a good school in the city, second only to the No. 1 Middle School. Your father and I are interested in this school."
Song Ning pulled out Desheng University's profile and flipped through it to Huo Yao. She said, "The school required us to take the entrance exam, but your dad and I pulled some strings. Now, we can study without taking the exam."
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