Zeng Biyu was still said to be moved! Lei Qianjun is her dream since she was a child, when she was six or seven years old, she especially liked to play behind Lei Qianjun, although they boys have been their own since childhood, and they don't want to take her little tail, but she just likes to follow him and don't leave.

This kind of liking has been until now, even if Lei Qianjun moved out of the compound and went to Haishi, Zeng Biyu couldn't see his people, but the liking continued. Maybe it's because the simple liking in childhood memories is too beautiful, Lei Qianjun has become Zeng Biyu's obsession, and he vows not to give up until he achieves his goal.

Jiang Xiyue is Zeng Biyu's mother, what is her daughter's mind, can she not know? After a few words, Zeng Biyu regained her confidence, she even felt that sooner or later she would snatch Lei Qianjun into her hands, and sooner or later Song Yiran would hide in a corner where no one was crying bitterly, so it shouldn't matter if she was proud for a while!

"I apologize to you, I'm sorry. ”

Jiang Xiyue smiled on the side, "Miss Song, we sincerely apologize to you, and hope you can treat Biyu." ”

"Of course, I promised, didn't I?" Song Yiran pointed to the room on the side and said, "This is the treatment room, it's ready, come with me!"

The treatment room was particularly small and converted from a storage room, with a wooden bed, a chair, and a shelf. There are a few boxes and basins on the shelf, and there are two thermos and an earthen stove next to them, and I don't know what they are for.

"Small is a little small, but the treatment has nothing to do with external conditions. This is deliberately vacated and will not be disturbed. ”

Zeng Biyu didn't know why, she felt that the small house gave her a great sense of oppression.

It's all here, there's no reason to back down!

Jiang Xiyue knows the inside story, and Chen Feng's eyes were cured by Song Yiran, so she is very partial to Song Yiran's medical skills. What's more, Lao Zeng's vision of seeing people is also very accurate, if Song Yiran's name is not true, he will not hand over his daughter's illness to her.

This is their last hope! If Song Yiran can't be cured, they don't know who to go to see this disease.

"Miss Zeng, you take off your shoes now and lie down on the treatment bed. ”

Zeng Biyu was so afraid, but Jiang Xiyue pushed her over.

Song Yiran closed the door, took off a white coat from the wall behind the door and put it on, and then silently put on a mask and gloves for himself.

Zeng Biyu was very uneasy lying on the treatment bed, she felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Even Jiang Xiyue was a little nervous, hesitated for a moment, and still asked uneasily, "Miss Song, what are you going to do next!"

"I told Minister Zeng about the treatment plan, don't you know?"

"I know, Lao Zeng went home and said, what else do you have to do to take decoction and acupuncture?"

"Well, that's pretty much it. ”

Song Yiran said: "I will write a recipe for the decoction to you, and the medicinal materials will be bought at the pharmacy by yourself, and you will fry them yourself when you go home." Three meals a day, before breakfast, after dinner, and at noon at will. Acupuncture once every three days, first ten times to see the effect. After I start school, I will change the needle insertion time to the evening, and I will inform you when the time comes. ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Song Yiran raised his hand, stood next to the diagnosis and treatment bed and looked at Zeng Biyu, "Take off your clothes." ”

"Huh?"

"How can you get a needle without taking off your clothes?"

Zeng Biyu took off her shirt with a red face, and she was wearing a vest inside.

This girl was born with a defect, so she didn't develop very well, and her chest was open, and she had a fight with the old man.

"The vest is also taken off, and there is no man here, how can I prick you if you don't take it off?"

Zeng Biyu was about to cry, and she had no choice but to take off her vest. The two hands are in front of the body, and I can't let go.

Song Yiran smiled contemptuously, "Miss Zeng, you are here to treat your illness, you are like this, I really don't know how to treat you." Besides, it's very flat, and there's no looking, what are you blocking?"

"You, you, you are a ...... person" said for a long time, but as a result, he didn't say a complete sentence! In front of Song Yiran, Zeng Biyu's combat power was a scum, and she was ashamed to death.

"Take it away, hypocritical. ”

Jiang Xiyue was also very dissatisfied with Song Yiran's attitude, thinking that this girl was too ignorant, but now they have something to ask for, so they can only swallow their anger.

Hmph, when my daughter's illness is cured, see how I clean you up.

Jiang Xiyue patted her daughter's shoulder and signaled her to relax, there were only three of them in the house, so there was no need to be so nervous.

Zeng Biyu bit her lower lip and let go of her hand, twisting her face to the side.

Song Yiran took the acupuncture box and alcohol, and said while preparing to apply the needle: "The process may be a little painful, you have to endure it!"

Zeng Biyu nodded involuntarily, thinking to herself how painful acupuncture can be?

A few stitches are pricked, and it really doesn't hurt.

Zeng Biyu closed her eyes and thought she was taking a nap. But within two minutes, she screamed, and a huge pain came, making Zeng Biyu feel like she was going to faint.

"The surname is Song, can you prick it, why does it hurt so much?"

Jiang Xiyue saw that her daughter's face was white, and there were a lot of fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and she was also anxious, "It won't really be broken, right?"

"That's how I do it, that's how I do it! Don't move around, I'm irresponsible. ”

Zeng Biyu was so painful that she couldn't breathe at this moment, but after listening to Song Yiran's words, she really didn't dare to move, "You haven't had acupuncture and moxibustion, so it doesn't hurt so much at all!"

"You have had acupuncture, why is the disease not healing?" Song Yiran looked at Zeng Biyu and then at Jiang Xiyue, "What's the use of not hurting, are you curing the disease, or is it not painful to take acupuncture?"

Mother and daughter were relatively silent.

Song Yiran's method of acupuncture is very strange, the speed is not slow, and it is indeed a little different from the treatment methods of those doctors before. Fortunately, the pain didn't last long and gradually subsided.

Song Yiran took out a clay pot, left some herb powder prepared in advance into it, poured the allowable hot water from the thermos, and soaked the medicinal powder.

It was only at this time that Jiang Xiyue discovered that this diagnosis and treatment bed was different from ordinary beds, there was a compartment under the bed, which was made of wooden planks and could put things on it. And there is a hole in the top layer of the bed, that is, the bed where Zeng Biyu is lying.

Song Yiran put the clay basin full of medicinal powder water on the wooden board, and the heat would rush down the hole to the top, playing the role of fumigation.

After a while, Zeng Biyu felt that there was heat coming, and her waist and abdomen were warm and comfortable. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

Jiang Xiyue watched from the sidelines, very surprised, and asked Song Yiran with her eyes.

"Let her sleep, and when the heat is gone, it's time to pull out the needle." Song Yiran looked at Jiang Xiyue and suddenly said, "There is a little bug in your hair." ”

Little bugs?

Jiang Xiyue was most afraid of this thing, and she didn't dare to move it immediately, "Can you help me get it away?" ”

Song Yiran sighed, stretched out his hand helplessly, took something from Jiang Xiyue's hair, crushed it with his fingers, and threw it into the paper basket on the side.

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