"To diagnose the pulse with silk thread? You just use a ball of wool?"
Seeing Yang Chen forcefully pull off a piece of wool and hand it over to one end, Li Xiaoran's big beautiful eyes flashed with suspicion: "Are you sure you're not fooling me?"
"I guarantee it with my personality and dignity!"
"Just tie it around your wrist."
Yang Chen patted his chest, looking sworn in, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking somewhat like a deceiver.
"Personality? Do you have one? Huahua has a lot of guts, right?"
The corners of Li Xiaoran's mouth raised slightly, and he almost laughed.
"Look at what you said, wife. If it weren't for love, which man would put his dignity in front of you?"
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
"I forgot again! If you keep screaming again, you will go out to sleep tonight!"
She glared at Yang Chen fiercely, but she was not slow with her hands. She tightly recorded the red thread on her fair wrist as Yang Chen said.
"Look, Divine Doctor Yang has now officially entered the miracle doctor mode."
Yang Chen coughed awkwardly, and then sat down on the sofa not far away seriously. The wool was quickly wrapped around his thumb, and he tightened the wool. His thumb tapped the wool rhythmically, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening.
A weak and gentle zhenqi followed his fingers, entered Li Xiaoran's body meridians through the wool, and began to swim.
"hiss……"
Li Xiaoran felt a numb feeling like a weak electric current spread through her whole body starting from her wrist. She couldn't help but groan, but felt that her scream was a bit ambiguous and shy. She quickly pursed her red lips and suppressed the strange feeling.
Feel.
Gradually, as the movements of Yang Chen's hands became faster and faster, the true energy entered the body with rhythmic ejections, wandering among the eight meridians, and judged through the feedback in the meridians.
The condition of the organs.
"Overbearing Qi" is a kind of Qi that is extremely strong and yang. When the warm energy circulates in Li Xiaoran's body, it makes her feel indescribably comfortable, as if she has found the warmth she has not seen for a long time.
Li Xiaoran's cheeks were red, and this strange feeling caused her body to have some different reactions, and her lower abdomen was extremely hot.
Her eyelashes flickered, and she secretly looked at Yang Chen, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth and flexibly tapping knitting with his right fingers with his eyes closed: "This guy seems to be... really capable. No wonder everyone from Jisheng Hall comes to the house.
Please ask him. If he can change his habit of flirting with women everywhere, actually...it seems to be barely acceptable."
"Honey, do you think I'm handsome?"
Just when Li Xiaoran was stunned when he looked at Yang Chen's angular cheeks, Yang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and bared his teeth in a wicked smile.
Whoosh!
Li Xiaoran's eyes quickly dodge, feeling embarrassed and angry, and he shouted angrily: "What's so handsome? He only has two eyes and one mouth..."
"That's cool!"
When Yang Chen looked at Li Xiaoran's cheeks, which were as red as a peach that could be broken by blowing a ball, he looked at it a few more times, then raised his right hand, and the wool on Li Xiaoran's wrist retracted instantly, and was quickly wrapped around his fingers.
"Is this good?"
Li Xiaoran lowered his head and looked at the wool bouncing back on his wrist, and gradually began to feel nervous.
Since she became paralyzed, the family's economy has plummeted, and everything they can sell has been sold. The family has suffered a lot of anger in the village, and they have been criticized by everyone.
Li Xiaoran wanted to stand up even in her dreams, but all the experts and doctors she saw sentenced her to death.
Now.
Seeing the slightly solemn look on Yang Chen's face, Li Xiaoran's palms were sweating, and his voice was slightly trembling: "How is it?"
"It seems to be a bit difficult after the blood has been blocked for many years."
Yang Chen frowned and said solemnly.
"I knew you were lying! Don't make such jokes in the future!"
When Li Xiaoran heard Yang Chen's words, his heart suddenly felt like needles pricking his heart.
Her eyes were wet and red, her throat was choked with sobs, and she fell asleep with the quilt over her head.
Giving hope only to be afraid of being disappointed in the end is more uncomfortable than despairing from the beginning.
"Uh... I'm not finished yet."
Yang Chen didn't expect Li Xiaoran's reaction to be so big. Just as he was about to explain, Li Xiaoran reached out from the quilt and pulled off the lamp: "Don't come over, I want to sleep!"
"Why...why are you so impatient?"
In the dark night, Yang Chen's eyes that were like stars flickered, using the moonlight to look at Li Xiaoran who was covered in quilts and sobbing quietly, muttering to himself silently.
He actually wanted to say that it was a bit difficult, but given him some time, Li Xiaoran could recover as long as his Qi returned to level three.
Unexpectedly, I shortened half a sentence, causing unnecessary trouble.
Yang Chen understood Li Xiaoran's character, and couldn't listen to anything he said now. He could only give up and turned around and fell on the sofa, resting his hands on the back of his head, and began to sift through more than a hundred treatment options for Li Xiaoran in his mind.
In the gradually quiet west wing room, listening to Yang Chen's snoring, Li Xiaoran secretly lifted the quilt and stretched out his head. His tearful eyes flashed and he glanced at Yang Chen, who had fallen asleep without even covering himself with the quilt.
"Actually... you can't blame him. Even the experts can't cure it, let alone him."
Thinking of Yang Chen's indifference to him during this period, always smiling and never blushing, Li Xiaoran actually felt a little guilty in his heart.
She gritted her teeth slightly, sat up with difficulty, threw a blanket next to her on Yang Chen, and then fell asleep.
The next morning, accompanied by several dogs barking in the village, Yang Chen sleepily sat up from the broken sofa.
"Um?"
As soon as he got up, he saw the blanket covering himself, and looked up in surprise.
Li Xiaoran had already packed up and was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to him. His slender and straight back, coupled with his hair shining in the sun, made Yang Chen look a little dazed: "My wife should be nice to me, I'm afraid
I have a cold, so put a blanket on me."
"I'm not being sentimental!"
Li Xiaoran paused for a moment, shook his red lips, and said in a pretentious tone.
I didn't know what was wrong last night, but I actually covered Yang Chen with a blanket.
In order to prevent Yang Chen from thinking too much, Li Xiaoran could only refuse to admit it.
"That's strange. It seems like the blanket flew here last night."
Yang Chen stood up smoothly, folded the quilt and blanket on the sofa and placed them on the kang. He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He looked at Li Xiaoran who was combing his hair in front of the mirror behind the door: "My wife is just beautiful.
, look at the ten miles and eight villages nearby, no one can compare with it."
"Who is your wife!"
The corners of Li Xiaoran's mouth raised slightly, and he almost laughed.
Although Yang Chen is smooth-tongued, there is no girl who doesn't like to hear compliments, and this is when she just wakes up in the morning.
"Bang bang bang!"
At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door from outside the west wing: "Uncle, daughter, have you gotten up? There is someone at home, it seems to be a big boss, and he said he must look for you."
"Is anyone looking for you again? Did you cause any trouble in the city?"
When Li Xiaoran heard this, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he raised his head and asked.
"Is your man the only one who can cause trouble?" Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled. Without waiting for Li Xiaoran's consent, they pushed the wheelchair and opened the door and walked out.
Outside.
Jin Mei and Li Dashan, who were about to go to the fields, looked nervously at the fat man in the yard, wearing a big gold chain and looking fierce.
"Who's looking for me?"
At this time, Yang Chen pushed Li Xiaoran out of the west wing.
"Doctor Yang, you are really amazing, so amazing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a big fat man rushed over from the yard with an excited smile on his face.
"Old Zhao, how can you sing this early in the morning?"
Looking at the man who was running towards him and extending his hand, Yang Chen folded his hands on his chest under the astonished eyes of Li Xiaoran's family of three.