Teacher Zhou, are you okay?!Qin Lang walked up quickly, looking at Zhou Zeqing's frowning appearance, with an anxious expression.

Zhou Zeqing turned his head, waved his hand lightly, shook his head and said, I'm fine, it's all old problems, and I'll be fine if I endure it.

This is because she has had a problem since she was a child, and she has attacks from time to time, and once she has an attack, the whole person is like falling into an ice cave.

And, as I get older, this problem seems to get worse and harder to bear.

Like Lin Xi'er, Zhou Zeqing's problem has also visited major hospitals, but no one can treat it, and even the hospital's sophisticated instruments can't find out the abnormality!

Qin Lang frowned, grabbed Zhou Zeqing's wrist without asking, and pretended to be confused to help check the pulse.

Zhou Zeqing let Hao's wrist be arrested, but there was no discomfort, but it seemed that Qin Lang had a good heart.

Lin Xi'er propped up the bed with both hands, like doing yoga postures, and said eagerly, Brother Qin, your medical skills are so superb, can you cure Teacher Zhou?

Teacher, she has this disease for a long time, and it still occurs from time to time, and sometimes when she is talking, she will suddenly become ill, and the whole person will curl up in a ball of cold, which is so scary.

Originally, Lin Xi'er had the idea of letting Qin Lang take action to heal Teacher Zhou, but Teacher Zhou didn't allow her to mention this matter when she chatted last night.

Now, Zhou Zeqing is sick in front of Qin Lang, and she no longer has any intention of helping to hide it.

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Qin Lang, who was on the pulse, soothed his frowning brows, smiled, deliberately made the condition a big deal, and then said to Zhou Zeqing, It's not a big deal, Teacher Zhou, you lie on this bed first, and I will help you apply needles to expel the cold.

Zhou Zeqing was shivering from the cold, his teeth chattered, and he could only lie next to Lin Xi'er obediently.

In Qin Lang's eyes, Zhou Zeqing and Lin Xi'er, one big and one small, one beautiful and intellectual, the other playful and lively, two superb beauties, just lay in front of him without scruples.

The perfect body curve was presented in front of him without any (covering).

The height of the two women is similar, the same (posture) posture, Zhou Zeqing because of her age, although her skin is still so white (white) and smooth (smooth), but the curvature of the curve is still rounder (moist) than Lin Xi'er, and it has more feminine charm.

However, although Lin Xi'er is young, there is no shortage of meat at all, and Qin Lang helps massage it, and he can clearly feel the tightness of his skin.

It's like one is a (honey) peach, and the other is a freshly picked red Fuji apple.

At a glance, this visual impact is definitely no less than Bai Ruyu and Bai Xiaoyun sisters lying there together!

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Qin Lang took a breath and exhaled the turbid qi to calm himself down.

Twisted out the silver needle, and slowly on Zhou Zeqing's neck, it was unleashed like a flowing cloud.

He could have let Zhou Zeqing (fade) to get in the way, not to mention what to do, at least he could feast his eyes.

But after thinking about it for a while, I dispelled this thought.

In Zhou Zeqing's body, there is still a very important plot that will happen, the more upright he is now, the more indifferent he is, and when he arrives at Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, he will more and more set off the unharmonious and despicable character of the son of luck.

In order to get the wool of the son of luck, and to succeed in making Zhou Zeqing dispel the vigilance in his heart and officially open his heart to him, he can only temporarily extinguish the idea of taking advantage!

Ten minutes,

Twenty minutes,

Thirty minutes,

An hour and a half later,

Qin Lang's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face was a little pale.

This is definitely not pretending!

In order to restrain the cold in Zhou Zeqing's body, it did cost a huge price!

Zhou Zeqing did not suffer from any disease, but it was related to his own physique, which was the body of cold and yin.

In the original work, even Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, can only slightly alleviate the extreme cold in the early stage, and even in the middle stage, he can only temporarily restrain himself, and there is no way to cure it, or it can be said that Zhou Zeqing is unwilling to let him be cured.

Fortunately, Qin Lang's current medical skills are higher than Chen Ping'an's, and he can temporarily suppress the outbreak of this cold qi.

Compared with Qin Lang, who was pale and sweating profusely, Zhou Zeqing was lying there, almost drowsy.

In the past, every time she had an illness, she was shivering from the cold, and in severe cases, she might pass out.

But this time, it was as if there were two breaths competing in his body, one cold and the other warm.

At the back, the warm breath prevailed, making her whole person experience a different comfort and comfort, subconsciously squinted her eyes, and accidentally fell into a shallow sleep.

Mr. Zhou, are you feeling better?

Lin Xi'er had been watching from the side, and when she saw that the painful expression on Zhou Zeqing's face disappeared, it was replaced by a comfortable brow, and she couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Zeqing woke up slowly, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and looked at Lin Xi'er, Xi'er, the two of us are in sympathy with each other, and we both owe Qin Lang a great favor, I really don't know how to repay it!

Lin Xi'er knew in her heart that she and Teacher Zhou owed a great favor!

At the same time, the two women moved their gaze in the direction of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang stood beside the bed and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, Teacher Zhou, what are you talking about? It is my honor to be able to cure you and Xi'er's illness.

Besides, didn't I cure any of them? I just temporarily suppressed and helped with acupuncture and massage before recovery.

Zhou Zeqing's cold air had been suppressed, and seeing Qin Lang's pale face at this time, she got up from the bed and wanted to find a towel, but this was not her own residence, she was not so familiar, so she could only raise her hand and use her sleeve to help wipe the fine sweat on Qin Lang's forehead.

I'm sorry, I was so comfortable to be pricked by you.

Zhou Zeqing said guiltily in his heart, but he didn't notice your feelings, he must be very tired, right?

Don't be tired, Teacher Zhou is fine. Qin Lang replied with a tired reluctant smile.

He looked at Zhou Zeqing, who was half a head shorter than him and close to him, and glanced at the corner of his eye.

Well, the protective measures are well done, and the buttons are all tied to the top one!

Didn't see anything.

There was only a faint fragrance, constantly invading Zhou Zeqing's nasal cavity from his body.

Take a deep breath and it's refreshing.

Zhou Zeqing is very smart, he can see some small actions clearly, but he doesn't have any disgust, but he thinks that Qin Lang is a normal person.

She said curiously, I have also done acupuncture in the past, and the old Chinese medicine doctors have instructed me to wear a few pieces of clothing, and it is best to wear them cooler, so that it is convenient to apply acupuncture.

But whether it's Xi'er or me, why didn't you mention it?

Qin Lang smiled and said nonchalantly, some old Chinese medicine practitioners may not be able to get home, and it is true that there is no way to accurately find the (acupoint) position through the clothes.

This is nothing, I have heard Master say that there are still some cancers in this Chinese medicine world!

Although those tumors have the ability, their character is extremely poor, and they often take advantage of them on the pretext of helping people treat diseases.

There is even that kind of threat to say, you are a cold yin body, you should have no medicine and no medicine, but fortunately, I am a pure yang body, if you can combine the two, you can be cured.