"Say the plague god, and the plague god is coming."

Chen Mingshun played with his mobile phone, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No wonder, that kid is in a hurry now than anyone else." My dad and I were worried about luring the wolf into the house, so we kept a hand, and the contract clarified the policy processing time in the early stage, and the agreed period was one month, and if it was not reached, the contract would be invalidated. ”

"However, he mixed up in the provincial capital, and when he arrived in Yunzhou, he couldn't play too many tricks, like those leaders of the municipal party committee, he didn't dare to blatantly look for it, for fear that his behavior of using power for personal gain would reach his grandfather, so he could only pick soft persimmons and pinch them."

Song Che quipped: "You are defining yourself as a soft persimmon." ”

"It's not that I'm arrogant, it's that he Chang Muping is too self-righteous." Chen Mingshun pouted and said: "Don't say that his grandfather retired decades early, even if he is still in office, Yunzhou is not a place where he can cover the sky with one hand." ”

Hearing this, Song Che knew that Chen Mingshun had already had the idea of dealing with Chang Muping, and he didn't ask, and said, "Then I'll take a step first, and you slowly concoct this plague god." ”

Song Che didn't have the leisure to deal with this kind of indiscriminate Yanei, and said goodbye and left.

Out of the box of the water bar, Song Che's eyes slanted, looking at the bastard who was still hiding in the corner and staring, and walked outside by himself.

As soon as he walked to the door, three people came up to him, and the old man in the lead looked at Song Che and smiled in surprise: "Isn't this the resourceful little divine doctor." ”

Song Che looked at it and found that it was Elder Yin, so he hurriedly stopped and greeted, "Hello, Elder Yin." ”

Since the last hurried photo, Song Che and Yin Lao have never crossed paths.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither took the initiative to contact each other.

"Squatting to find me?" Elder Yin asked.

"Come here to meet a friend." Song Che replied.

"That's my own passion."

Old Yin smiled, looked at Song Che, and said, "Before I left, I was still thinking about whether to come over and talk to you again, but when I think about you, you must have a lot of things to do recently, so I just have a time later." ”

"Thanks to Elder Yin's care, it should be me who went to visit you, but when I think about you, I probably have a lot of things to do recently, so I don't have to bother." Song Che's response and body are all leaky.

He knew that Elder Yin and Grandpa had an old relationship.

But he never thought of relying on this relationship to get up and cling.

At first, he was not interested.

Second, judging from the information revealed in front of Grandpa, the relationship between Grandpa and Yin Lao, these old revolutionaries, is mostly average, and it is basically just an ordinary doctor-patient relationship, otherwise Grandpa has lived in seclusion for decades, and these people should have come to the door a long time ago.

When we meet in Pingshui, we should still face the sky and go to one side.

Seeing that he was responsive, neither humble nor arrogant, Yin Lao bowed his head slightly in appreciation, and said: "Little guy, I can see that you still have great ambition and potential. ”

As Song Che guessed, Yin Lao treated Song Che with nothing more than an attitude towards the descendants of the deceased.

It's not close, but it's also willing to carry it and watch the after-effects.

As for what he can develop in the end, it all depends on his own creation.

"Okay, you're busy beforehand, I'll come over for a cup of tea and I'll go back tomorrow morning." Yin Lao Dao.

In fact, Yin Congyun and Chen Daohui had already finished their investigation and returned to the provincial capital yesterday.

Yin Lao, an "old idler", stayed for one more day, preparing to take the flight tomorrow morning to return directly to Yanjing.

As a result, as soon as he finished saying these words, Yin Lao's brows suddenly furrowed, and his breath became slightly disordered.

"Old chief, do you want to use medicine?"

Seeing this, the assistant hurriedly went to dig out his pocket, but as soon as he touched it, his face changed, "It's not good, I forgot about the room." ”

"Then go back and get it!"

The burly guard who opened the door for Song Che last time immediately urged, and after the assistant hurriedly ran to the elevator, he carefully supported Yin Lao and said, "Old chief, do you need to go to the hospital next to you?" ”

"You have seen me like this twice in three days, and you haven't counted in your heart, making a big fuss."

Old Yin said disapprerovingly: "Help me go and sit for a while." ”

Song Che saw it in his eyes, pondered for a moment, and after Yin Lao sat down in the hall, he followed, and said, "Yin Lao, you have asthma, right?" ”

"You can see it at once, and you really have a bit of your grandfather's ability." Yin Lao adjusted his breathing and said: "The old problem left by the lung injury during the war will either kill you, or you will have to suffer a little crime from time to time, so don't worry about it." ”

"I have an emergency plan, if you happen to not have medicine with you in the future, maybe you can use it temporarily." Song Che said.

Yin Lao glanced at Song Che and said with a smile: "Your grandfather taught you Chinese medicine?" ”

Without waiting for Song Che to respond, he said, "Then show you two hands." ”

"Old chief......" the guard said hesitantly.

"It's okay, this child's medical skills have his grandfather's mantle, and I want to see it for myself." Yin Lao waved his hand.

"Actually, it's not so complicated, it's just some acupoint methods to relax the muscles and activate the meridians."

Song Che sat opposite, asked Yin Lao to stretch out his left hand, and pulled his sleeve to his elbow, first pressed several acupuncture points on his forearm and elbow, and finally pressed his index finger on the middle acupoint under his nostrils.

"Take three small sips first, inhale slowly, try to suck as long as possible, and exhale faster." Song Che reminded at the same time.

Curious, Elder Yin did so, and after a while, his brows gradually relaxed.

"How does it feel?" Song Che withdrew his hand.

"It's a lot smoother, it works!" Elder Yin exclaimed: "This is also the craft that your grandfather taught you?" ”

"Half of it is, and the other half is something I figured out on my own."

Song Che said with a smile: "On the basis of traditional Chinese medicine pressing acupoints, some psychological suggestion skills have been added. ”

"Can psychology cure asthma?"

"There is no cure, only relief."

Song Che explained: "Asthma is nothing more than chronic inflammation of the bronchi, and there is no cure in the world at present. ”

Elder Yin nodded silently.

In his capacity, he can undoubtedly enjoy the world's most advanced medical technology, but there is still no cure.

Therefore, even if he learned that Song Che's medical skills were good, he never thought of seeking medical treatment.

If you change anyone, it is impossible to think that a genius doctor has the ability to defy the sky.

However, Song Che's next elaboration made Yin Lao discover that the medical skills of this imperial doctor's grandson do have a unique side.

"In my opinion, any chronic inflammation has the memory pattern of the organ at work, for example, someone has chronic gastritis, which is caused by a long-term unreasonable diet, therefore, the stomach will remember this unreasonable work pattern, as long as in daily life, the stomach has experienced some unreasonable triggers, then chronic inflammation will be triggered with this memory pattern."

In the same way, asthma is also an irrational trigger for the bronchial tubes, such as bad air, which triggers chronic inflammation and leads to asthma attacks. And the suggestion technique I just used is interfering with the operation of memory patterns! ”