Wen Jing walked upstairs angrily, and with a puzzled face, Zhang Yadong opened the plastic bag in his hand: a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, a bottle of safflower oil, brand new, and even the packaging box has not been opened......

Understood, Zhang Yadong understood, this thing was not picked up by Wen Jing, but bought, but bought by this little girl to Wen Dabao, this ...... This made Zhang Yadong feel a lot more comfortable. But when I thought of Wen Dabao's slamming on the door, I remembered the phone call Li Chenggang made to him...... Nima, who patronized Wen Jing's little girl, really forgot about Wen Dabao's matter, with a look of anxiety, Zhang Yadong hurriedly walked upstairs.

Indeed, the things in Zhang Yadong's hands were not picked up, they were bought by Wen Jing and for Wen Dabao. Although Wen Jing still doesn't know if that man really exists, and she doesn't know if her mother betrayed Wen Dabao back then, but the scene last night, Wen Dabao's injuries were ...... Wen Jing also knew, and she knew in her heart that Wen Dabao was injured for herself and to protect herself, so she ......

"Uncle Wen, Uncle Wen...... "The villa is quite big, and there are quite a lot of rooms upstairs, Zhang Yadong really doesn't know where Wen Dabao's study is, so he can only shout at the staircase.

"Dongzi?" A moment later, a door opened, and Wen Dabao's head stuck out.

"Uncle Wen, your face ...... "Mom, this looks like hitting the door, this is obviously a beating, and your face is swollen."

"Come in, come in, come in and talk about it. Wen Dabao looked embarrassed and anxious, and hurriedly beckoned Zhang Yadong into his study, for fear of being seen by Wen Jing.

"Uncle Wen, what's wrong with your feet? You won't ...... when you hit the door" Zhang Yadong can be regarded as seeing clearly, Wen Dabao not only has a wound on his face, but even walks with a limp, this is not like hitting the door, how can he hit the door and hit his head and feet, this is clearly ...... Oh my God, wouldn't it really be Wen Jing's dead woman who lost her temper and then even beat her own father, no wonder she still bought medicine......

"Dongzi, this is a secret, I just ...... you Brother Gang didn't tell him!" "Nima, call yourself Uncle Wen, call yourself Brother Li Chenggang, this is really awkward."

"Secret?" Lao Tzu was beaten by his daughter, it seems that it is really a secret.

"Actually, I didn't hit the door, but quietly ......"

"Huh?" Before Wen Dabao's words were finished, Zhang Yadong called out. "Is it really Miss Jingjing who injured you?" Zhang Yadong looked surprised, he really didn't expect Wen Jing to beat his father, even if he lost his temper again, he couldn't beat anyone, let alone his father, how could there be such a daughter in the world!

"What are you yelling about, who told you that you beat me quietly?" Wen Dabao looked angry and shouted angrily at Zhang Yadong. "Here's the thing, Li Jiaying came to me last night and said a lot of angry things...... Quietly fell down carelessly, I was in a hurry, a hungry dog grabbed...... No, no, it was a fish leap and pounced...... In the end, that's it, but Jing Jing was not injured, in my heart, it can be regarded as a long sigh of relief!" Wen Dabao told Zhang Yadong what happened completely, the pride and excitement on his face were like how many devils he had killed, and how much he had made great contributions to the motherland and the people.

"Oh. Zhang Yadong nodded thoughtfully, Zhang Yadong understood, but thinking of Li Jiaying, thinking of the woman who talked to Lu Feng that day, Zhang Yadong had a heavy expression on his face.

"Dongzi, Dongzi?" Looking at Zhang Yadong's heavy face, Wen Dabao shouted. "What do you kid think, didn't you tell you that Jing Jing is fine?"

"No, didn't think about anything?" Zhang Yadong hurriedly retracted his thoughts and looked at Wen Dabao with a smile on his face. "Uncle Wen, I'd better help you look at your legs first, right?"

"Okay, okay!" Wen Dabao didn't suspect Zhang Yadong this time, but he didn't have the vicious attitude like when Zhang Yadong first helped Wen Jing look at his feet, but with a smile on his face, a look of reassurance, and peace of mind to Zhang Yadong.

Kneading, pinching, pinching...... After a period of "pretending" diagnosis, Zhang Yadong found out the cause, or saw the problem of Wen Dabao's knee. "Uncle Wen, it's not a big deal, it's just that the kneecap is a little abrasive, and the soft tissues are slightly damaged, so it causes the meridians to be blocked, red, swollen and painful!"

"Hey, that'...... Then you can do it. ”

"I'll help you get a few stitches, one can activate blood and remove stasis, and the other can reduce swelling and relieve pain, and the most important thing is to promote blood circulation and promote the recovery of kneecap and soft tissue as soon as possible. ”

"Okay, isn't it just a few stitches, come on!" Wen Dabao smiled with a smile on his face, but when Zhang Yadong took out the bright silver needles...... It's fake not to be afraid, it's strange not to be nervous, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. "East ...... Dongzi, you tap. ”

"Uncle Wen, are you afraid of pain?"

"I ......" Wen Dabao looked embarrassed and swallowed heavily. "Am I that kind of person, do you think I'm afraid of pain like this? I'm just...... Ah!" Wen Dabao still wanted to save face and say something, but before he finished speaking, he cried out "ah", because the first silver needle in Zhang Yadong's hand had pierced his knee.

"Enter...... Go in?" Wen Dabao swallowed heavily again, not daring to look at his knees, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's in!"

"Why didn't you answer me first?"

"Didn't you say you're not afraid of pain?"

"You...... You stinky boy, ah...... Yes...... Went in again?"

"Well, don't move, it'll be right away!"

After a while, Wen Dabao's knees were already full of silver needles, but they were just a little red and swollen, and there was no need to stimulate the big hole, so Zhang Yadong's face was relaxed, and he quickly helped Wen Dabao get rid of the injury on his knee, and then his hand was turned upside down, and even on his face...... Can you also use acupuncture on your face?

I don't know if there is a record in the medical book, anyway, it is recorded in the "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Treasure Book", anyway, Zhang Yadong really inserted silver needles into Wen Dabao's face, and the effect is ......

"That's right, Dongzi, I can't see that your kid is really good!" Wen Dabao was amazed, after all, even if this injury goes to the hospital, it will take a few days to recover, but now, ...... My face doesn't hurt anymore, my hands move freely, my knees don't hurt anymore, and I can not only walk normally, but I can even jump twice...... God!

"Hehe......" Zhang Yadong had a smile on his face and a look of pride, and he had to admit that the seemingly magical, even a little liar, recorded in the "Acupuncture Book" were actually true. "What is this, my uncle's leg has been crippled for decades, and I can help him heal him. ”

"Huh?" This was beyond Wen Dabao's expectations, which made Wen Dabao think more. "That'...... Can the cancer ......" disease be treated? Wen Dabao's later words still couldn't be said after all, after all, it was cancer, a terminal illness, and the hospital had already sentenced himself to death, how could this guy in front of him ......

"Uncle Wen, what's wrong with you, what's the ......" Zhang Yadong looked puzzled, Zhang Yadong thought of Li Jiaying, remembered what Li Jiaying said to Lu Feng, Zhang Yadong seemed to have guessed Wen Dabao's illness, but he didn't dare to say it, but his mood was extremely heavy, but he just felt the taste in his heart......

"Alas......" Wen Dabao sighed heavily with a frustrated face. "Dongzi, why do you say that Jingjing hates me so much, I gave her a sports car yesterday, how do you know that I will let her give it away!" Wen Dabao didn't still care about the sports car, Wen Dabao just turned "cancer" into a sigh of "alas", which can be regarded as a divergence from the topic.

"Sports car, give it away?" Zhang Yadong looked puzzled, and was really confused by Wen Dabao's words. "Send ...... Who's it for?"

"I don't know, anyway, the sports car didn't drive back last night, and Jingjing also said that it was given away. ”

"No, I drove back last night, and ...... today. Today I drove back again. ”

"Huh?" Hearing Zhang Yadong say this, Wen Dabao was excited, but excited. "Dongzi, what do you mean is that you didn't give the car away, but ...... Did you drive it back, or did it give it to you?"

"No, no!" Zhang Yadong shook his head hurriedly. "I didn't give it to me, I just drove it away!" The dead woman, who was reluctant to even have a mobile phone, was snatched back when she got it, and she also ran a car...... You dream!

Stingy one,!