After about half an hour, Mrs. Shangguan gradually got used to it, and the sweat on her forehead slowly decreased. An Ran withdrew his hand and let out a long breath. "That's the end of today's massage, ma'am. Just now I pressed my hand, and I could feel that the inside of the lady was very clogged, so I will often come over to help the lady massage in the future. Next, we perform thermal moxibustion. ”

An Ran opened his backpack and took out the dried wormwood he had prepared last night, as well as the special small wooden jar. There was a thin plate in the middle of this wooden jar, with several holes on it, and he put dried wormwood on the upper layer and lit it, covered it with a lid, and buckled it upside down on Madame Shangguan's belly. And because the wormwood is ignited, the medicinal properties are emanated, and because the small wooden jar has no other outlet, it can only be emitted downward through the holes, and then through the belly of Mrs. Shangguan, it penetrates into the pores of the skin.

After a while, Mrs. Shangguan suddenly felt a surge in her stomach, and a burst of warmth spread through her skin and spread to her whole body, "Miss An Ran, this, this is really amazing, I feel warm, it doesn't seem to be so cold." An Ran helped her pin the hair behind her ears, "Yes, do you feel now, want, Gong?"

Madam Shangguan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded abruptly, "How do you know?"

"Hehe, don't be embarrassed, madam, it's a normal thing. Actually, the fact that you have this feeling is an effective statement. Because I just gave you a massage, and now my abdomen is warm again, so the gastrointestinal peristalsis in my body will move faster, so that after this hot moxibustion is over, you will solve it first, which is also the process of detoxification. ”

"Good. Mrs. Shangguan thought for a while and couldn't help it, "Miss An Ran, actually, there is a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Say, Madame is still polite to me, I just don't like to stick to those Rausch etiquette, Madame can ask whatever she wants. An Ran came to the table again and sat down, spread out the rice paper on the table, and wrote on it the recipe to be used for soaking your feet every day in the future:

Ginger root, Sichuan dome root, codonopsis root, angelica root, sophora root, fennel fruit, medicinal rhubarb root, etc. are ground into powder, mugwort leaves, bone grass, cinnamon, rehmannia juice mixed together, and then use permeable gauze, sew them inside, one small package a day.

"I want to ask, why does Miss An Ran know so much about this medical skill at such a young age?"

An Ran didn't hide it, "Madam, in fact, I don't have a thorough understanding of medical skills, but only this aspect is more thorough. I've seen something like Madame before, so I've studied it a little. As for the rest, I'm just talking about it. ”

While talking, An Ran drew on the second piece of rice paper, but it was no longer words, but a picture, and An Ran could feel the wolf blood boiling in his body and his ears burning uncomfortably. He cleared his throat, "Ahem, General Shangguan, I, I still have a few words I want to say to my wife in private, I don't know if General Shangguan can do it?"

"Oh, okay, I'm going to go and see how the vinegar bucket they have prepared, so let's talk. Shangguan Jingchao clenched his fists with An Ran, and then immediately retreated.

"What does Miss An Ran want to tell me?" Mrs. Shangguan had already finished her appearance at this time and sat down on the small stool next to An Ran.