Zhao Jiner just counted, "One, two, three... ten."

After counting to ten, he reached out to explore the old man's breath.

none.

I took the old man's pulse again.

None!

Zhao Jin'er's eyes were so shocked that she was about to fall off.

Ordinary people can also temporarily stop breathing by holding their breath, but as long as they are living people, they cannot stop their pulse.

The pulse is controlled by the heart blood. If the pulse stops, what does it mean? The heart also stops!

If a person's heartbeat stops, then he is dead!

It took about a full stick of incense, and the old man was lying so straight on the chair.

No breathing.

No pulse.

At first, Zhao Jiner was surprised and felt that the old man was really capable. After a long time, she panicked: Isn’t the old man really dead, right?

She couldn't help but start shaking the old man's body, "Grandpa, grandpa, wake up!"

The old man did not respond.

Zhao Jin'er was so anxious that she quickly turned back to the house and called Qin Muxiu, "Mr., grandpa, it's not good! Grandpa is dead!"

When he came out of the house with Qin Muxiu, he saw that the old man had sat up and was happily eating the melon seeds prepared for him by Zhao Jiner.

Now Zhao Jiner has to believe that there is really a magical qigong in the world called Turtle Breath.

"Doesn't people who practice this technique live as many years as they want to live!"

The old man smiled proudly, "Theoretically, this is the case. But few people can practice it to that level. Most people who practice the turtle breathing skills and can hold their breath for one stick of incense and half a cup of tea are already masters."

"Then how did you make the turtle breathing for so long?"

"Well... I'll tell you when I die!"

Seeing that the old man was unwilling to say it, Qin Muxiu said to Zhao Jiner, "Jiner, senior, you are hungry, go and get some lunch."

Zhao Jin'er looked at the sky, "Oh! It's already this time!"

He rushed to the kitchen and went to work hard.

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and I brought out three bowls of noodles - the cooking skills were really not good. After Tong Xiaolian left, the family basically either ate porridge or noodles.

Two of the bowls were lying with eggs, and one bowl was only vegetables.

Zhao Jiner gave the two bowls with eggs to the old man and Qin Muxiu one bowl, and picked up the bowl without eggs and ate it.

Qin Muxiu shook his head and picked up the eggs from his bowl into her bowl.

Zhao Jiner picked it back again, "I don't like eating eggs."

"If you don't like it, you have to eat it. We each have half." Qin Muxiu knew that it was impossible for her to eat it, so he put the egg in half, sent the big half back to Zhao Jiner's bowl, and ate the small half by himself, "Look, I've eaten it all, you have to eat it too."

Zhao Jiner chuckled, "Okay, okay, I can't eat it."

The old man is by your side: Kill me to cheer you up?

After eating the noodles, Zhao Jiner decided to go to the town pharmacy to buy medicine. Her husband's illness could not be delayed!

Qin Muxiu was with him.

When the old man saw that the two of them were so ill that he didn't want to make lanterns, he said, "Don't worry, I'll go around."

The two of them caught the donkey cart and headed to the town.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy shop already knew Zhao Jin'er, and she also knew that she was a friend and partner of the boss. She said politely, "Miss Zhao, are you taking medicine?"

Zhao Jiner smiled and nodded, reporting the prescription she wanted.
Chapter completed!