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Chapter 10 Habitual Dysmenorrhea

If a woman asks a man who shows up at her house what he did to her last night, how should the man respond?

Usually men's answers are one of two-----I fell in love with you or it was a misunderstanding and I didn't do anything.

Obviously, the former will be scolded by women, and then they will call the police to warn you about sexual harassment. The latter will also be scolded by women, and then they will choose to call the police or believe it after verification.

It is conceivable that no matter what you say, you cannot escape the fate of being slapped in the mouth.

"I saved you last night." Yan Murong replied very smartly - and sure enough, Teng Xiangling didn't slap him in the face for this answer.

"Did you save me?" Teng Xiangling asked suspiciously. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered what happened yesterday.

I was in an extremely bad mood, so I went to a small bar to drink. Then when I was returning home, I was blocked by three gangsters, and then I fell down and fainted.

It seems that he didn't lie to himself. If he hadn't saved him, he wouldn't have been at home. Moreover, when he woke up just now, except for the clothes on his body that were a little dirty and smelled of alcohol, there was nothing unusual about him -

----But, she didn't understand how this man knew where he lived.

Yan Murong seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and said quickly. "It rained last night. I saw the temporary residence permit in your bag and found out where you lived. Then ----- then, it rained hard.

, I didn’t leave.”

The first half of the sentence was true, but when he said the second half, even Yan Murong felt a little guilty and quickly added in his mind that the sofa was actually too comfortable and he didn't want to leave.

When he thought about it this way, he no longer felt guilty.

"I believe you." Teng Xiangling spat out a few words coldly.

"That's good." Yan Murong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He has lived for twenty-five years and still maintains his virginity every morning. He only hopes that one day he can find a woman he loves and take off his virginity.

This virgin hat that has been with him for more than 20 years can help him get rid of poverty and become rich and well-off. But if this woman misunderstood and called the police, he would not be able to explain it even if he opened his mouth and put a microphone on the bottom.

"Get out." The woman's red lips lightly uttered a not-so-pleasant word.

"-----" Yan Murong was stunned. He felt that there must be something wrong with his ears. What did the woman say just now?

"Get lost." Seeing Yan Murong looking at him in a daze, Teng Xiangling repeated.

"-----I thought you would say thank you to me."

"Go away-----" Before he finished speaking, Teng Xiangling's face suddenly turned pale. He bit his lips and covered his lower abdomen with his hands. Big beads of sweat dripped down his smooth forehead.

When he came down, his expression looked extremely painful.

This shocked Yan Murong. He was fine just now, so why did something happen now?

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Murong took two hurried steps, trying to help her up.

"Get lost." Teng Xiangling repeated again with difficulty.

"Okay." Yan Murong said helplessly. "I can get out, but I am a doctor. My master said that doctors are parents, and we have to treat patients."

After saying that, regardless of whether she objected or not, he quickly walked over, picked up Teng Xiangling who was squatting on the ground, and placed him on the sofa where he slept last night.

After being in close contact with this woman again, Yan Murong could still smell the faint body fragrance on her body. In addition, after sleeping all night with her clothes on, she sweated a lot, and the alcohol was excreted with the sweat, so the body fragrance

With the addition of wine, it seems to smell better.

Human beings always have a sense of fascination with beautiful things ----- After sniffing the mixed aroma greedily for a few times, Yan Murong calmed down and grabbed Teng Xiangling's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Teng Xiangling did not struggle this time, he just frowned and let Yan Murong do what he did.

She is a teacher at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so she naturally knows that Yan Murong just took her pulse. Besides, this guy said that he is a doctor.

In fact, she knew without checking her pulse that she just had habitual dysmenorrhea. She was soaked in the rain last night and slept in wet clothes all night, so she had pain in her lower abdomen.

"It's nothing serious." After holding on to the snow-white wrist for a long time, Yan Murong said. "It's just that you caught a cold last night, your menstruation is coming soon, and you also have habitual dysmenorrhea, so you suddenly

painful."

"Are you also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?" Yan Murong asked suddenly. Yesterday, he saw that her work permit stated that she was a pharmacy teacher at Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Teng Xiangling blinked her watery but cold eyes and looked at Yan Murong without saying a word.

"Well, since you are a Chinese medicine practitioner, why don't you pay attention to your body? And your habitual dysmenorrhea problem is not something that only happens in a day or two. Judging from the pulse, it seems to have been four or five years."

A similar look suddenly flashed through Teng Xiangling's cold eyes, but he quickly covered it up - this man could actually tell how long his illness lasted just by checking his pulse, which was quite a bit of ability.

"Why not cure it radically?" Yan Murong asked.

Regarding medical issues, Teng Xiangling also had the idea of ​​discussing them with him. He looked at Yan Murong for a while and then said, "It has been treated, but it is not cured."

"I can help you." Yan Murong said seriously. "You should have silver needles at home, right? I can help you cure it completely."

"It can't be cured, I tried."

"That's because you're not good enough."

"I told you, it can't be cured." Teng Xiangling said stubbornly.

"I said it can be cured if it can be cured." Yan Murong also argued with her stubbornly.

Then, the eyes of the two people met again, staring at each other without saying a word, like cockfighting.

"Okay." Yan Murong was a little frightened by her cold eyes, and then he looked away and said, "This disease can really be cured."

Seeing that Yan Murong's tone softened, Teng Xiangling stopped arguing with him and pointed to a drawer under the TV cabinet. "The needle is there."

Yan Murong stood up, walked over and took out a small medical kit from the drawer, and took out a box of exquisitely packaged needle boxes. After sterilizing them with cotton swabs and alcohol, she looked at Teng Xiangling and said

."Pull up your pants." -----After finishing speaking, he was afraid that she would misunderstand what he wanted to do to her, so he explained, "I want to acupuncture your blood."

Naturally, Teng Xiangling didn't think much about it. He knew that the Xuehai point was 2 inches above the inner upper edge of the patella. It was the bulge of the medial head of the quadriceps muscle and could treat irregular menstruation, dysmenorrhea, metrorrhagia and other symptoms -

----It's just that she doesn't understand that she has tried this acupuncture point herself, and it can only be temporarily adjusted, but it cannot be eradicated.

"Are you trying to say that this acupuncture point cannot completely eradicate your disease?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Yes." Teng Xiangling nodded honestly while rolling up his trouser legs. "I tried it."

"I told you, it's because you're not good enough." Yan Murong smiled, revealing a row of unbrushed white teeth. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the silver needle was inserted into Teng Xiangling's cheek.

On the Blood Sea Point.

The technique was pretty good. Teng Xiangling only felt a numbness in his leg, but did not feel any pain. He also praised Yan Murong in his heart ----- This guy's skill in identifying acupoints is quite good. He doesn't even need to look or touch, just directly

Just give the needle.

Just as he was about to say something, Teng Xiangling's eyes opened wide and an incredible expression appeared on his pale face.

Why is this-----Why is there a warm current hitting my lower abdomen?


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