Of course, Cong Ye understood the feelings of the mother and daughter, but he didn't want to stay for dinner when he left, but he had to go out to find a secluded place to recover the heat flow in his body, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to hold on in the afternoon.

"Auntie, Xiao Zhou, I have something else to do when I go out, or you can prepare lunch and eat it when I come back."

Hearing this, Guo Yilian also believed that Cong Ye might really have something.

"Brother Cong Ye, do you need a quiet place to rest?"

Cong Ye didn't expect Zhou Wanrong to be so careful, and she actually guessed her intentions.

"yes, otherwise I'm worried I won't be able to make it in the afternoon."

"Brother Cong Ye, is this good, you go to my room to rest. I don't have to make a sound when I serve my mother, and I don't make lunch at home. When I'm done serving my mother, I'll go out and buy it and I'll eat it when you're rested. ”

Hearing Zhou Wanrong say this, Cong Ye could only nod in agreement. He also knew that it was daylight and in the downtown area, and it would definitely not be easy to find a secluded place. Just now, I was planning to take a taxi back to the dry rest house after going out, and then come back after the recovery is almost there. Although it was a bit of trouble, it was really hard for me to stay here. Because from the moment she entered the door, Cong Ye had already seen that Zhou Wanrong's house was only a two-bedroom apartment, her parents lived in one, and the remaining one must be where Zhou Wanrong lived.

"Brother Cong Ye, you wash your face first."

Zhou Wanrong pushed the door of the bathroom open for Cong Ye, and handed him the towel that she had just wiped Cong Ye's face, and watched Cong Ye finish washing before leading to her room.

Walking into Zhou Wanrong's room, Cong Ye muttered to himself in his heart:

"It's like a girl's room."

The last time I went to their dormitory with Bai Wei, I left too much impression on Cong Ye.

"Brother Cong Ye, you can rest here."

After speaking, Zhou Wanrong's face was slightly red, and she casually closed the door and went out.

Zhou Wanrong's room was clean and tidy. A single bed is located near the wall on the left side of the door. In front of the bed, on the right side of the window is a writing desk, and an ordinary wooden chair hangs a school bag. There is an LCD monitor on the desk, and the computer host is in the gap between the desk and the wall. On the walls around it, unlike other girls' rooms, there is nothing pasted, but empty.

Cong Ye stood on the floor of the room, hesitated for a while, walked over and pulled the chair, took off the schoolbag and put it on the desktop, just about to sit cross-legged, I didn't want to put the schoolbag just now, I accidentally touched the mouse on the desktop, the monitor suddenly lit up, to Cong Ye's surprise, on the desktop of the monitor, it turned out to be the photo on Nanjing Road, after Zhang Cheng was killed, he came out of the car and was hugged by Yan Chengcheng and cried.

No wonder Zhou Wanrong, who has been generous since coming to the house, blushed again just now, and went out soon, it turned out to be because of this.

Cong Ye thought about it, put the chair back in its place, hung the schoolbag back on the chair, turned back to the bed and sat cross-legged. He didn't want Zhou Wanrong to know that he had seen the photos on her computer desktop.

Before I knew it, Cong Ye had been meditating for two hours, and when he stopped, it was already ten past two o'clock. Hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door and walked out. Zhou Wanrong Xu has been paying attention to the movement of her door, and as soon as Cong Ye opened the door, she had already stood up and greeted her.

"Brother Cong Ye is hungry, right? Meals I just heated. ”

Cong Ye did feel a little hungry, so she sat down at the dining table with Zhou Wanrong, took the chopsticks she handed over, and asked:

"Has Auntie eaten?"

"My mom ate it."

"Isn't Uncle Zhou coming back for dinner?"

"Daddy won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh, then you can sit down and eat it too."

Zhou Wanrong sat down, finished lunch with Cong Ye, cleaned it up quickly, made another cup of tea for Cong Ye, and handed it to Cong Ye.

"Brother Cong Ye, if you are tired this afternoon, you can treat my mother tomorrow."

"It's okay, I've almost rested just now. Let's start now, and if it works, I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Because the amount of heat flow in Cong Ye's body is now not ten or eight times more than when Bai Wei was treated, but more than ten or twenty times, although Zhou Wanrong's mother Guo Yilian's meridians are severely blocked, it is only less than three hours in the morning and more than three hours in the afternoon, a total of six hours, and all the fourteen meridians have been dredged one by one.

It's just that for the residual blood in Guo Yilian's brain, Cong Ye didn't dare to deal with it. He had never encountered a similar situation, if the congestion was in other parts of the body, Cong Ye would not worry about anything, but it was in the center of the brain, although it was biased towards the upper epidermis of the brain, Cong Ye still did not dare to let the heat flow in his body touch Guo Yilian's cerebral marrow.

Seeing that the time was almost seven o'clock in the evening, Cong Ye said to Zhou Wanrong's mother and daughter:

"Auntie, Xiao Zhou, I'll go back to the dry rest house now, and I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Brother Cong Ye, let's go back after dinner."

"Yes, Dr. Cong."

Guo Yilian's voice is not much different from that of a normal person.

"Auntie, no need, I still have things to do after dinner, it's just the right time to go back now."

"Since there is still something to do, I won't keep you, Wanrong will send Dr. Cong."

Zhou Wanrong accompanied Cong Ye downstairs, until she reached the entrance of the community, and saw Cong Ye stopping a taxi, Zhou Wanrong quickly took out fifty yuan and stuffed it to the driver in the front row. Cong Ye looked at Zhou Wanrong and smiled, and said:

"Okay, Xiao Zhou go back."

"Can Brother Cong Ye not call me that?"

"What should I call you?"

"Call me Wanrong, or Xiao Rong."

"Hehe, okay, Xiao Rong go back."

The next day, Cong Ye had breakfast in the canteen of the dry rest house, and took a taxi directly outside the door to Zhou Wanrong's house. Zhou Wanrong opened the door and saw Cong Ye, so she shouted happily:

"Brother Cong Ye, my mother can stand up."

Cong Ye was not surprised by this, now Zhou Wanrong's mother's fourteen meridians had been completely unblocked, and only the residual blood in the brain remained. Those bruises, according to Western medicine, are blood congestion that compresses the nerves and causes half of the body to move slowly or stiffly. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is said that it is a stroke, and the treatment method is also to activate the meridians. Cong Ye's other purpose when he went back last night in addition to learning martial arts from Wu Chen was to find out how Chinese medicine treats stroke.

Now that I know in my heart, I don't need to deliberately move the blood congestion in Zhou Wanrong's mother's brain, as long as I keep her meridians unobstructed at all times, the blood congestion will naturally be slowly absorbed by the body tissues.

"My aunt has been bedridden for two or three years, and her body is relatively weak, although she can stand up, it is better to rest more and get used to it slowly. Dredging the meridians for my aunt again today, the effect should be better. ”

"Hmm. Brother Cong Ye, my mother has been chattering, how to thank you. ”

"It's not easy, just make me two delicious meals when Auntie is completely well."

"Really?!"

"Of course it's true."

"Does what I do count?"

Looking at Zhou Wanrong's good-looking cheeks, which were crimson with excitement, and the incomprehensible gaze in her eyes, she subconsciously replied:

"Count."

Cong Ye is very strange, why has it been half a day since he came in, and the door of Zhou Wanrong's mother's room has not been closed, why hasn't he heard any movement? It seems that Zhou Wanrong can see through Cong Ye's thoughts, and immediately explained to Cong Ye:

"Mom went to the toilet, Brother Cong Ye, this is the first time I have gone to the toilet by myself since my mother got sick."

"Has Xiao Rong been serving her aunt for more than three years?"

"Well, sometimes Dad helps, too."

"What did Uncle Zhou do?"

"Maybe it's some home remedies for my mother."

Zhou Wanrong replied two sentences in a row, but she didn't have any confidence at all. Cong Ye vaguely felt that there might be a problem here, but it was just involving someone else's **, so he didn't ask anything more

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