He could have published a book, okay? The title of the book is "On the Consciousness and Self-cultivation of a Light Bulb......

A certain beautiful man is in a good mood today, but he obviously can't sleep all night.

Because he has a back injury, he still needs to face another check-up......

Chu Mufeng obviously didn't want too many people to know about his injury, when he came to the hospital before, he didn't go to the hospital, and directly asked Leng Yan to arrange a ward for him.

It's the same this time.

Shortly after they returned to the ward, a group of men in white coats walked in.

The last few people were pushing an instrument with pulleys.

Ji Anchen was only suspicious before, but this time, Ji Anchen can be sure.

The doctor who led the team to see Chu Mufeng was not a person from this hospital at all, but Ji Yan, the leading authority on traditional Chinese medicine in China.

Ji Lao was very maverick and did not open his own clinic, but was attached to the traditional Chinese medicine department of the Affiliated Hospital of A University next door, and he felt very low-key.

She could often see him on TV, because he had the same last name as her, and she remembered him more clearly.

From this point of view, the last time Chu Mufeng was examined, it was not the doctor here, but the authority of which hospital.

In her eyes, it is very shocking to be able to invite such an authoritative expert to cross the hospital to see her in person.

But in comparison, the least calm expression in this room is the old Mr. Ji himself.

When he walked in, his expression was a little strange, and after seeing Mu Feng's face clearly, the slightly harsh and old-fashioned face was full of incredible surprise.

He didn't seem to be able to understand how Chu Mufeng could appear here.

The reaction was not fear or fear, after all, no one dared to guarantee that he would not get sick, and with this old gentleman's status in the medical field, there was probably no need to be afraid of anyone.

But she felt ...... Even if an angel fell from the sky now, Ji Lao would not show a more exaggerated expression of shock than now.

This analogy made Ji Anchen feel a little embarrassed, but when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem to be an exaggeration.

It's because of Chu Mufeng's family...... Is it particularly tyrant?

But as an authority on traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Ji must have seen a lot of rich patients.

Not to mention, the Yan family, the richest man in China, is in their A city.

Ji Anchen didn't have any concept of the world of local tyrants, but he had also heard of the famous nine young masters of the Yan family.

…… Well, it's eight plus one......

The one in first place...... It doesn't seem to be able to be compared to anyone.

Although he had never seen his old man's true deity, thinking of the legendary young master of the Yan family, Ji Anchen still silently broke out in a cold sweat.

In the following time, she didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, because Ji Lao's preliminary examination results had already come out.

The bones are not injured in place, but the waist muscle strain is more serious, and it is initially estimated that four or five acupuncture sessions are needed.

Ji Lao said very little, and after talking dryly about the diagnosis, he started acupuncture directly.

The extremely long silver needle is pierced, and the electrode is clamped on the end of the needle to be energized, which is quite scary to look at.

Ji Anchen looked nervous next to him, Chu Mufeng couldn't move, but he blinked lightly and made a kiss at his wife, which made Ji Anchen's face red again.

Ji Lao watched the interaction between these two people, but he didn't react at all as if the old monk had settled down.

After the acupuncture was completed, Leng Yan stayed and helped Chu Mufeng change his clothes, and Ji Anchen sent Ji Lao out.