The little ancestor of the big brother's family is wild and fierce

Chapter 365 Nirvana-like Healing
"What he is worried about is simply impossible to happen. As for the Qingyimen, if you want to take care of it, I can ask Liang Luoyu to help you market it... He is still very good at this aspect!"

Speaking of Liang Luoyu, Wen Xin remembered Liang Luoyu's appearance when he left their house in the morning. She looked at Mu Chengxi and chuckled, "Are you sure it's okay to have so many Liang Luoyu? Will he take revenge because of the traditional Chinese medicine?" , directly marketing Qingyimen to me..."

"It's not impossible." Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin's expression and smiled dotingly, as if he had thought of something.

Zhuge Jingming was a little surprised that Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin appeared together. Zhuge Jingming never expected that Wen Xin would not shy away from Mu Chengxi.

"Little uncle, come with me, I have already arranged the consultation room."

Zhuge Jingming's attitude towards Wen Xin was respectful as always, and Wen Xin had said many times that Zhuge Jingming didn't need to be like this, but Zhuge Jingming insisted that he was a junior in terms of seniority, and no one could change this.

Wen Xin and Zhuge Jingming entered the consultation room. Zhuge Jingming looked very nervous. After a whole morning of research, he could confirm the stability of his attack, but he couldn't guarantee whether his speed could meet Wen Xin's requirement.

"Little uncle, I..."

"Don't be nervous, this time you used my gold needle to give me the needle, I believe in your strength, and I want to remind you one thing, don't say too much to Mu Chengxi, I just tell him, I He came to see Gong Han, he doesn't know anything."

Wen Xin's words made Zhuge Jingming's hand, which was preparing to disinfect the golden needle, pause for a moment. He looked at Wen Xin and said, "Uncle Master, this treatment process is too painful. I think it's better to let him know, so that he can give it to you." A little more comfort from you..."

"Comfort? Don't you need it? I haven't experienced any hardships? This suffering is nothing, you just treat me well, and you don't have to worry about other things, I will take care of it myself of!"

Wen Xin's voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard, but Zhuge Jingming knew that Wen Xin didn't want him to say anything more at this time, so he lowered his head and continued to do the disinfection work.

After all the preparatory work was done, Zhuge Jingming began to give Wen Xin the needle seriously, and every time the needle was given, Wen Xin's expression turned ugly.

When Zhuge Jingming's last needle fell, Wen Xin's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her face was pale. She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out in pain.

"Uncle, in twenty minutes, you can get the needle."

Zhuge Jingming is a doctor. He knows that this kind of acupuncture is like the pain of purgatory. He has personally seen the scene when Master and Master rescued Wen Xin. The pain at that time was less than one third of Wen Xin's current acupuncture. One can imagine how painful this set of acupuncture is.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Xin's breathing became weaker and weaker, she no longer had the strength to bite her lip, Zhuge Jingming could hear Wen Xin sighing softly.

When the time came, Zhuge Jingming got up immediately, took out a pill from Wen Xin's prepared medicine bottle, and stuffed it into Wen Xin's mouth.

After taking the pill, Wen Xin's breathing gradually recovered and became much more stable.

Zhuge Jingming took off all the gold needles on Wen Xin's body neatly, and Wen Xin lay on the treatment bed, sighing a long sigh as if reborn.

"Little Master Uncle, what do you think of the situation?" Zhuge Jingming's heart sank when he heard Wen Xin's sigh. He knew that they were successful in doing the acupuncture this time.

Wen Xin was lying on the bed, and it took about five minutes before she made a sound, "I can't see the effect yet, and I will know how the effect is in about a month, but what is certain is that your acupuncture is very good! "

Wen Xin wanted to raise her arm, but she found that she seemed to be thinking too much, and she couldn't move at all now.

"Go and call Mu Chengxi in, and let him carry me home."

Wen Xin smiled helplessly at Zhuge Jingming, but he didn't know how long this kind of treatment could be kept from Mu Chengxi. If he needed to be carried back every time like this, it would take a few times before Mu Chengxi would find something was wrong.

Zhuge Jingming hesitated for a moment, she wanted to persuade Wen Xin to let Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi confess their situation, but he knew Wen Xin's character, so he hesitated for a moment, turned around and called Mu Chengxi in .

When Mu Chengxi came in from the outside and saw Wen Xin lying on the bed as if he had been fished out of the water, he turned pale with fright. Zhuge Jingming.

"What... what's going on?" Mu Chengxi deliberately lowered his voice, but it could be heard that Mu Chengxi's tone was full of anger.

Looking at Mu Chengxi who was about to be furious, Zhuge Jingming involuntarily took a step back. Before he could speak, Mu Chengxi grabbed his collar and picked him up.

"Young Master Mu, my little uncle is fine, but she is too cold. This time, the needling also forced out the cold air in her body, that's why she looks like this..."

Zhuge Jingming looked at Mu Chengxi with some fear, and her tone of voice trembled involuntarily. She thought that Mu Chengxi would get angry, but she never thought that Mu Chengxi would do it.

"Cold?"

"Yes, the little uncle's body is quite cold, so every time during menstruation, his hands and feet will be cold. She prescribed the medicine herself and taught me the acupuncture method. I just help the little uncle perform the acupuncture!"

Zhuge Jingming opened his mouth cautiously. He was really afraid that Mu Chengxi would throw his round body out if he got excited. He was old and couldn't bear Mu Chengxi's beating.

After listening to Zhuge Jingming's words, Mu Chengxi frowned tightly. He thought that Wen Xin's symptoms were normal before, and he didn't think it was a disease at all.

Mu Chengxi let go of Zhuge Jingming, took off his coat, and wrapped Wen Xin in it.

Seeing that Mu Chengxi let him go, Zhuge Jingming hurriedly put the sterilized golden needles in Wen Xin's cloth bag, tidied the cloth bag, put it in Wen Xin's backpack, and respectfully handed the bag to Mu Chengxi.

Mu Chengxi hung Wen Xin's backpack on his shoulders, and walked out of Zhuge Jingming's consultation room with Wen Xin in his arms.

When Mu Chengxi walked to the door of the consulting room, he took a look at the environment of the consulting room, and said in a cold voice: "Can this kind of treatment be done at home?"

"Of course, next time I'm going to go to my uncle's home to treat my uncle. It's a bit frustrating to have my uncle come to my clinic."

(End of this chapter)