Chapter Twenty-Seven: Look Differently
Han Yichen's aggrieved accusation did not make Zong Tie and Mu Qing change their minds.
"Even though you were my first patient, I think you should be proud of it." Mu Qing smiled innocently at Han Yichen.
Han Yichen felt that her smile was meaningful, but the innocent smile seemed to be interpreting: He had successfully offended her!
"Han boy, don't worry, Qing'er is a well-deserved genius girl in the medical world I have ever seen. As long as you dare to leave your old wounds to her for treatment, I guarantee you will be pleasantly surprised. Zong Tie is full of confidence in Mu Qing.
Not to mention that his apprentice has an extraordinary talent in medicine, he is a person with a little secret in private.
Zong Tie has never underestimated Mu Qing.
With Mu Qing, he was able to grow a ginseng seed into adult ginseng in just a few days!
"Since the sect elder has repeatedly insisted on this, it is not good for me as a patient to say anything more. If you can, please start treating me now. Han Yichen bowed slightly, no longer obsessed with whether he was an experimental guinea pig or not.
He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit.
As long as all the old wounds can be expelled, who will heal them, so what's the matter?
Seeing that Han Yichen had accepted this fact, Mu Qing was not verbose, and walked directly to the second floor with Han Yichen.
This bedroom is a treatment room that Zong Tie has built a long time ago.
I haven't used it for a year, and now the appearance of Han Yichen is the first time that this treatment room has come out.
In this treatment room, everything needed by Chinese medicine is available.
"Go, lie down!" Mu Qing tapped his chin slightly towards the hospital bed not far away.
Han Yichen, who has been in the military region for many years, sensed a trace of untouchable majesty from Mu Qing's small action.
He looked at Mu Qing in surprise, only to feel that the girl in front of him seemed to be a different person in just a few seconds.
At this time, Mu Qing was bowing his head and opening the silver needle box.
The side face that could be broken because of the fairy spring showed a beautiful arc.
Han Yichen lay down on the hospital bed.
Mu Qing glanced at him and couldn't help frowning: "Lying on his stomach." ”
These two words were shocking, but they almost made Han Yichen blush.
Hurriedly turned around and lay down on this hospital bed.
The moment Mu Qing's slender jade hand picked up the silver needle, her whole person became serious, and under the soft light, her serious appearance was particularly attractive.
Han Yichen hurriedly looked away.
At this time, the silver needle in Mu Qing's hand had already entered the acupuncture point on Han Yichen's back.
"Because you came to treat your old injuries this time, I will use acupuncture to examine your old injuries for you. You don't have to be nervous, just relax, I'm just an apprentice, but I'm not learning the skills of quacks. ”
Mu Qing said to Han Yichen while getting a needle.
Han Yichen, on the other hand, didn't feel the slightest pain.
At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he really underestimated the girl in front of him?
"I had a bullet wound in my leg, and because the wound was not treated in time, I still have leg pain!" A minute later, Mu Qing said in an affirmative tone.
Han Yichen opened his eyes suddenly, squinting at his trousers-wearing legs, and couldn't help but look at Mu Qing differently.
This bullet wound is known only to him and the people who were on the mission with him.
Even Han Lie, who was in the army and made him extremely afraid, didn't know.
Mu Qing's words fell, he stopped talking, and silently acupuncture for Han Yichen.