"You call someone to clean up the water stains on the ground. I want to see the grand tutor, I'm sorry."

"What's the shame, lamp..."

Before the maid could call her name, Zhao Jiner interrupted him with red cheeks, "Shut up! I want it even if you don't have shame! Put it there, wait until I put on my clothes and clean up."

Qin Muxiu sighed and shook his head: After three or four years of marriage, he has raised his children. Why is his skin still so thin that he feels ashamed at any time.

The two of them are the words of the matchmaker, and they worship the heaven and earth, and are open and upright couples!

What's so shameful about this?

But my wife is ashamed, what should I do? Just spoil her!

I just got tired of her, so how could I let her wipe the floor now?

So, a strange scene appeared in the room - the dignified prince and tutor took a piece of coarse cloth and squatted on the ground to wipe water.

Zhao Jin'er looked at his humble but not embarrassed back, which was both funny and angry, "Will you still be so rude next time? It's really a disgraceful person."

"So that's still the case."

“…”

Maybe I thought about it every day, but that night, Zhao Jiner had a strange dream.

In her dream, she was still flipping through medical books. No matter how she turned it through, she always lost a few pages.

Those pages seem to be those pages that remember the depression medical case.

Zhao Jiner was so anxious, "How could this happen? How could this happen!"

At this moment, a gray-haired old man came over and said to her, "Little girl, don't be frivolous in everything. Especially as a doctor, it would be strange if you are frivolous and the patient is not frivolous."

Zhao Jiner was like a dumb bronze bell, and was blown hard by the wooden hammer, and she suddenly became much clearer. "But these pages are gone. I don't know how to cure depression. How is this good?"

"If you don't have a medical case, you can study it yourself. You can't always rely on your seniors! This person's illness is from the inside out. Logically speaking, you must first find the inner roots, but aren't you incompetent now? Then you start treating it from the surface, and you may be able to touch the roots!"

"Preface, inside..."

Zhao Jin'er was still murmuring, and a heavy fog came over, and the old man hid in the fog and couldn't see it clearly.

"Hey, old man, old man..."

Zhao Jin'er was still shouting, but the old man was gone.

I woke up suddenly and it was already bright.

Zhao Jiner couldn't help but recall the scene in her dream, and then she realized that the old man was my grandfather!

In the dream, my grandfather encouraged her to start with the treatment of her exotic symptoms.

Whether Zhao Jiner thinks about something every day and dreams at night, she is looking for treatment plans in her dreams, or the ghost doctor really appears.

Anyway, Zhao Jiner has temporarily figured out the treatment plan.

If you can't sleep well, then calm down.

If you can't eat it, it will strengthen your spleen and stomach.

While going to the Medical Hall in the morning, Zhao Jiner asked a doctor who was good at treating neurology and spleen and stomach for a detailed consultation.

Both of them were very interested in such symptoms caused by depression. After the three of them studied together, they agreed that using acupuncture and decoctions, coupled with persuading the patients, can achieve the maximum effect.

Therefore, in the next few days, Zhao Jiner would give Li Mu acupuncture every day.

He also carefully prepared a lot of calming drugs and stomach-enhancing drugs, and carefully instructed Li Nanzhi that he must take them on time every day.
Chapter completed!