"You got the needle yourself?"

Suddenly, Mr. Zang finished taking the pulse, gently wiped his fingers with a snow-white handkerchief, measured Song Ci's complexion, and looked at the part of her body that had just been pierced with needles, and asked gently.

"yes, I woke up and put a needle in my head. Is there something wrong?"

Song Ci nodded honestly.

The highest level of lying lies in the truth of the false, and it is better to be honest where you can not lie.

Zang Guoliang stroked his gray beard and groaned for a moment, then shook his head slowly.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a little weak, just a little rest. ”

Song Chunan and Li Shengnan glanced at each other, and their eyes burst out with surprise at the same time.

The girl is really fine, great!

Meng Shu wanted to speak and stopped, his brows furrowed slightly.

According to the family, the patient's symptoms are very strange and dangerous, and he has been unconscious for several hours.

"Teacher, can I take a look too?"

Meng Shu has been practicing medicine for many years, and he also retains the purest curiosity and self-motivation of a doctor, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

He was not questioning the teacher's assertions.

The teacher's medical skills are much better than his, and his experience is not comparable to his, and he really eats more salt than he eats.

He just couldn't contain his curiosity. After all, for doctors, incurable diseases are irresistible, such as catnip's attraction to cats.

Zang Guoliang had an extremely deep understanding of the proud disciple, nodded gently, and motioned for him to come.

The teachers and students over there were transposed, and Song Ci honestly put his arms away and checked them casually.

Meng Shu calmed down, and also took her pulse and experienced it carefully.

From the same method of the two, it can be seen that it is the biological master and apprentice.

Song Ci has a sensitive perception, almost to the realm of subtle perception, and can easily distinguish the subtle differences in the techniques of the two.

Mr. Zang is more comfortable, with a kind of master atmosphere of returning to the basics if he lifts weights lightly, while Meng Shu is more rigorous, and even reveals a kind of awe with his heart to the extreme, the future can be expected, and the national hand is predetermined.

Song Ci sat relaxed, turned his head and smiled at his parents.

This was unexpected, and it scared them, right?

Li Shengnan had already packed up his excited mood, sat down dignifiedly, gently clasped his hands together, and nervously waited for the doctor's diagnosis.

Song Chunan stood behind his wife, his eyes drooping, not leaving his daughter's side, and comforting her in time.

Personally experiencing such a bizarre thing last night, Song Chun was not muttering in his heart.

It's just that he understands the peculiarity of his daughter, and guesses that this may be another girl's little secret, maybe it is not suitable to mention it in front of outsiders, so he didn't ask too much.

Presumably, Li Shengnan has the same concerns.

The couple tacitly agreed not to say a word, but after the wait was gone, they secretly asked their daughter in private.

Soon, Meng Shu also finished the pulse diagnosis, and removed his finger with slight doubts, but still thoughtfully nodded at the waiting family members and said:

"I agree with the teacher, there is nothing wrong with the little girl, and she can recover by taking a break. ”

"Great! Thank you, thank you so much!"

Song Chun'an was confirmed, his heart was more steady, and he was full of joy and thanks.

Meng Shu shook his head and said truthfully:

"You're welcome, but we didn't do anything. If you want to thank you, thank your daughter. She did a very good job of helping herself. ”

Meng Shu paused, turned his head and looked at the teacher inquiringly, and got a nod of affirmation, then he asked thoughtfully:

"Can you take the liberty of asking, who did Ling Yan's acupuncture technique come from?"