After finishing speaking, Jiang Hao quickly injected the needle at Yu Wenke's Zusanli, Zhongguan, Qihai, Guan Yuan and Fengchi acupoints.

The old man nodded and smiled: "The child can be taught, practicing medicine is your true ability to save people's destiny." ”

"Old man, you don't want to save people yourself, why shouldn't you be robbed?" Jiang Hao muttered, "You know that little bit of fur accounting, what kind of master is pretending?" ”

"I never call myself a master. It's not my calamity, I can't say it, I can't take it. Jiang Yishu put his hands behind his back, slowly walked out of the door, and suddenly turned his head and pouted, "By the way, I didn't know that you would come back so soon, I was going to eat the snake king banquet at the seventh prince of the next village, I didn't have your share, you can see for yourself if you can go." ”

"You're someone else's dad." Jiang Hao and his father always talked about who would pick up the silver needle to cure the disease and save people, and the father and son always had their own opinions.

Jiang Hao complained that his father, as an experienced retired Chinese medicine doctor, would no longer pick up the silver needle again because he knew how to tell fortunes.

Jiang Yishu hates that his son always fantasizes that he can obtain supernatural powers, knowing that it is impossible, but he is uneasy about the destiny of heaven, so it is better to focus on saving people with silver needles.

But apart from this incident, on weekdays, the father and son occasionally quarrel and don't get along well.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Yu Wenke finally woke up again, his face gradually returned to blood, and he said curiously, "What's wrong with me?" ”

"It's okay, people who are sentimental and have nothing to worry about themselves are like you, just get two stitches."

"What?!" Yu Wenke turned his head slightly, only to find that there seemed to be a needle prick in the back of his head, reached out and touched it, and shouted, "Needle, needle, needle?!" ”

Yu Wenke, who was fainted, fainted again.

"Daddy! Uncle Baitou ...... "Xiao Jin seems to understand something, this time Yu Wenke is not fainting from being unwell, he pursed his lips and snickered, "He really likes to faint and sleep." ”

Jiang Hao couldn't help but smile: "Boy, are you making fun of people like this?" Your white-headed uncle is called Mengxiu, do you understand? ”

"Jiang Hao, don't prick me like a hedgehog, quickly pull out the needle, I've been dizzy since I was a child. Whether it's a tailor needle, a hanging bottle needle or a needle in a haystack, in short, I'm afraid of needles. Yu Wenke's eyes suddenly widened, and he sat up suddenly, his movements were as fast as a corpse, and he chattered, "You father and son are too much, how can you say that you are all guests, I am a guest of your family." Also, you're making fun of me too much in front of me, aren't you? ”

Xiao Jin smiled, suddenly remembered Yu Wenke when he had a dream, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Baitou, just now grandpa said that you fell into a nightmare, and it is normal to talk when you fall asleep." I seem to have heard you say the name Yun Ling, did I hear it wrong? ”

Jiang Hao's smile disappeared, and he looked at him with a serious face and asked, "Yun Ling?" Did you see Yun Ling?! ”

Yu Wenke frowned, it turned out that the shadow in the dream was actually ......

"Xiao Jin heard it wrong, I didn't see anything called Yun Ling in my dream."

Yuwenko lied.

He saw the eyes of Jiang Hao's father and son, and he remembered the words that Yun Ling confessed in his dream, and he knew that he couldn't tell the truth.

He had seen Jiang Hao in a dream before, how did he know that the person he had seen in the previous two dreams was now a friend of birth and death.

Since he was able to meet Xiaojin's mother in his dream, Yun Ling would definitely appear again.

Instead of telling Jiang Hao and his son now that he saw Yun Ling's back, it would be better to wait for the next time to really talk to Yun Ling, ask about the situation, and then give the father and son a surprise.

A trace of sadness flashed across Jiang Hao's face, even if it was only for a moment.

"Okay, it may be that my kid is thinking about it every day and has auditory hallucinations."

"What did Jin think? What is this called Yun Ling? Yu Wenke asked knowingly.

"That's my ......," Kim wanted to say, but his mouth was covered by his father's big palm.