"My son will heal you so that you can continue to play the piano."

Ye Xiuyan was confident and walked slowly to the front.

"I'll go, it's too."

"A little kid, he actually said that he would treat Master Qin."

"What a big breath."

"Will he heal?"

"Master Qin's arm is so important, how can he easily touch it."

"That's right, Master Qin is the pillar of our Xianle Fang, and there can't be any mistakes."

"Just kidding."

The dancing girls exchanged heads and whispers, some of them cared about Master Qin, and more of them questioned their medical skills.

Ye Xiuyan frowned and unceremoniously pouted: "There are too many people here, and my son needs a quiet environment." ”

"All out!"

Yin Jiutang's eyebrows darkened, and he drove all the noisy idlers out of the lounge.

The dancers were a little afraid of the hall master, and they all closed their mouths and slipped out the door.

Yin Jiutang slammed the door shut, isolating all the chaos.

The lounge was quiet, Ye Xiuyan nodded with satisfaction, comforted Qin Zhilan a few words, and used internal vision to check her injuries.

Qin Zhilan was indeed not lightly injured, the bones of her right arm were shattered, the ligaments were strained, and the muscles were red and swollen, but fortunately it was not a comminuted fracture.

Ye Xiuyan made up her mind, took out the medicine box from the storage ring, and grafted it for her bones.

Her movements are crisp and sharp.

Qin Zhilan only exclaimed, she had already bent her hanging arms over, laid them flat on her chest, smeared the ointment, clipped the splints, and wrapped the bandages.

Finally, I made a sling with a snow-white bandage and hung it around her neck.

Although it is not beautiful, Qin Zhilan has to admit that the little boy's medical skills are superb.

It was only for the first moment that she couldn't stop crying out in pain. After that, I saw a pair of hands shaking in front of my eyes, and the pain gradually disappeared.

In the end, the moment the bandage was hung around the neck, the arm was very miraculously not painful at all.

"Every day, with a bamboo chopstick, poke a little ointment through the gap and apply it to the red and swollen area immediately, without removing the bandage."

Ye Xiuyan whispered: "Rest more recently, don't exercise vigorously, and don't play the piano, and recover immediately in half a month." ”

Qin Zhilan was pleasantly surprised: "Can it be okay in half a month?" ”

"If you follow your doctor's instructions, you can."

Ye Xiuyan squinted at her, smiling: "If someone is disobedient and has to play the piano recklessly, the injury will recur, the arm will be useless, and this son will be helpless." ”

"I promise, I won't play."

Qin Zhilan has passed the age of not being confused, and she boasts that she is used to seeing people and the world, but for some reason, in the glow that flashed in the eyes of the little boy, she saw similar concerns with her elders.

Perhaps, she was dazzled.

*

She wasn't dazzled.

The little boy in front of him did find the shadow of his old friend in her.

More or less, there is a feeling that things are not people.

"My son likes obedient patients."

Ye Xiuyan said, packed the medicine box, and planned to leave.

"Master Qin."

"How's your arm?"

"Does it still hurt?"

The dancing girl who was waiting outside saw the door open and gathered around her.

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Zhilan glanced at the little boy who stood with his hands in his hands, condensed with a small face, and praised sincerely: "The little boy's medical skills are excellent, and he is not comparable to ordinary people." ”

"Really?"

"He really knows how to heal."

"Really cured?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

The dancers were surprised inexplicably, and more than a dozen eyes shifted to Ye Xiuyan in unison.

(End of chapter)