Zheng Xin held Li Chenyu's small shoulder with one hand, and the banana leaves used to shelter from the rain tilted to her side as much as possible, and most of his body was drenched in the rain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

They clicked and stepped on the stagnant water in the alley, and walked around the path for nearly two incense sticks until they came to a small pharmacy at the end of a street.

Due to the rainy day, the pharmacy only opened the middle door, and as soon as the two of them stood under the eaves, the elementary school apprentice in the pharmacy greeted them.

"The two of you, please," the apprentice asked again as he greeted them and asked them, "is it to take medicine or to see a doctor?" ”

Zheng Xin took the banana leaves that covered his head and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and Chuanbei can't recognize it." ”

The junior apprentice named Chuan Bei screamed out early, and then said in surprise, "Why did Young Master Xin get such a muddy body," and craned his neck to look out of the door, "What about that kid in the summer?" I'm lazy. ”

Zheng Xin said this, holding Li Chenyu's arm and walking inward.

Seeing that they were so familiar, Li Chenyu didn't let go of her heart, but felt a little guilty, because it was impossible for the doctor Zheng Xin to know to touch her accurate pulse, and she didn't want to deceive Zheng Xin, even if it was for self-protection, which made her feel ashamed.

"It's Zheng Xin," an old man with a gray beard stood up from behind the counter, and he glared at the embarrassed two, and his eyes fell on the face of the young man with a pale face and black lips.

With just one glance, he could see that the boy had been poisoned.

"Old Wen," Zheng Xin was not afraid of being dirty, and bowed with a faint smile.

Li Chenyu really didn't have that strength, so he only nodded at Wen Lao, who was flashing with an inquiring gaze.

Wen Lao nodded his head in response, and walked out with his chest-length beard, "Come with me to the backyard." ”

The poisoning can be big or small, and the lobby is not a place to talk, and the old man, who has been practicing medicine all his life, didn't ask much, walked a few steps, and opened a blue indigo curtain and went in.

Zheng Xin didn't forget to help Li Chenyu, and the two followed in.

After entering, there is a passageway, and two steps to the backyard, which is surrounded by houses.

"Over here," Wen Lao beckoned from the door to the left.

"Hey," Zheng Xin responded, striding Li Chenyu into the gradually falling rain, and before he could get wet, he entered the room on the left.

The door was open, the room was still bright, and Wen Lao sat behind the small square table, pointing to Ma Zazi opposite and letting the two of them sit.

"There's a hand towel behind the door, you can wipe your face with it," Wen Lao said casually, picking up the pen and ink on the square table.

Zheng Xin had a serious illness when he was twelve years old, but fortunately he was treated by Wen Lao to save his life.

He was not polite, placed Li Chenyu to sit, and took a handkerchief for her.

"Grandpa Wen, my little friend was poisoned by Liu Daping's gang, and I bother you to keep checking her pulse," Zheng Xin furrowed his brows, his face dark.

I am related to the Jin family, and the Jin family has done this kind of damaging thing, and I feel embarrassed, there is no need to hide it from Grandpa Wen, my grandfather knows all about it.

Zheng Xin's pride in saving someone's life had long been offset by Li Chenyu's despicable behavior of being brutalized by the Jin family, and he couldn't understand why someone would kill such a beautiful young man.

"The Kim family?" Wen Lao was a little surprised, sneered, and was relieved, the Jin family has climbed high branches in the past few decades, and has done more things to damage it, but why did the Jin family harm a young man who has not yet grown up?

"It's a long story,"

Zheng Xin sighed, knowing that Old Man Wen was surprised, and he didn't explain in front of Li Chenyu that as half of the Jin family's son-in-law, he didn't like the Jin family and wouldn't say how the Jin family was.

Wen Lao nodded, and didn't ask Jin Jia how it was, he looked at the young man's face from a distance, knowing that she was not lightly injured, so he didn't tell her to get up, and walked to the mazazi beside her with a pulse pillow and sat down.

Li Chenyu looked at him quietly, because she was afraid that Zheng Xin would worry, she had been pretending to be strong, but in fact, her whole body was numb, and every movement was like blood flowing backwards, the kind of numbness that came out of the cracks of the bones, like thousands of needles piercing the cracks of the bones, and the uncomfortable taste could not be described in words.

At this time, facing a professional doctor, she did not pretend to be strong to steady her breathing, and her pale face also showed a painful look, and her weak appearance was undoubtedly revealed.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, and inquiring, and Wen Lao frowned and looked at her face carefully.

His face is white and blue, his lips are black and purple, his breathing is chaotic and short, but his eyes are clear, this is a strong child.

After reading it, he asked, "Where do you hurt?" Or what's uncomfortable somewhere? ”

At the same time, he put the pulse pillow on his knee again, "Stretch out your hand and let the old man see it." ”

Li Chenyu stretched out his right hand as he said, and briefly said his symptoms, "I am numb and unconscious, a little dizzy, my heartbeat is fast and slow, and I can't breathe." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Xin, who was standing on the side, hummed in surprise, pulled Xiao Mazha and sat next to Wen Lao.

Wen Lao was frowning and looking at Li Chenyu's hand, his nails were a little gray, his hands were warm and cold, and the signs of poisoning were obvious.

When the dry rough fingers were on his wrists, Li Chenyu squinted his eyes, his eyes lowered, and he quietly controlled the rapid and slow heartbeat, disturbing the beating of his pulse.

The pulse is sometimes as fast as a rabbit, sometimes it is missing, and the trickling blood is like a flood water, which may break the embankment at any time, which makes the habitual frowning brows of the old man of the trumpet form a dead pimple, and he frequently swept towards Li Chen's face, this strange pulse is like a more than the number, and the more surprised Wen Lao is in his heart.

What is this vein? I've been practicing medicine all my life, and it's the first time I've seen such a strange pulse.

Can such a pulse live?

Or is there something weird about the poison in it?

Wen Lao was confused, and according to Li Chenyu's pulse, he was stunned for a moment.

"Do you know what kind of poison you have?" He thought it might be the poison.

Of course Li Chenyu knew, but of course he couldn't tell the doctor, he was at a loss on his face, and there was a hint of gloom, and he shook his head with his eyelids down.

Played a young man with a grudge into the wood.

Wen Lao looked at her and felt strange and pitiful, while grabbing her hand and pulse, pinching her arms and legs and asking.

"How's it going?" Zheng Xin leaned forward and said nervously. The young man's mind is tenacious, he doesn't understand anything when he is his age, and even complains, but his calm and rational mind is rare, and I sincerely admire him.

How is it? Old Man Wen's expression was entangled, he couldn't speak, he didn't know what this was, he couldn't tell what poison he had hit, he couldn't even get out of the pulse, what was this?

Is it possible to be a fake doctor?