The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 277

"ah!"

Tan Shuang, who lost consciousness and control of her entire arm in an instant, was still covered. Tan Mianmian pinched another acupuncture point, and Tan Shuang's hand immediately became numb and painful, and she immediately cried out in pain.

When looking at Tan Mianmian, it was no longer the ease he had before, but a bit of panic.

"You, what are you doing! What did you do to me, I will feel so uncomfortable!"

Looking at the other party's wide-eyed eyes, Tan Mianmian was expressionless: "Tan Shuang, don't you think that I have the same surname as me, and you cooperate with someone to impersonate me, that thing is yours, and you can become me? Look at you What you are wearing, and your hairstyle, it seems that the person who made you imitate me has put a lot of thought into it. You can dress up and imitate me without meeting me, but ah

It’s no fun to learn from others. You can tell me how you are inferior to me. Okay, let me tell you, can you afford a mirror? Tan Mianmian, regardless of his facial features, no matter which part of his body, temperament, talent, financial resources, ability or knowledge reserve, which aspect has he lost to you? "

I don't like female competition, because I compete, you are not even a female.

The physical pain and the strong blow to the mind made Tan Shuang, who was already somewhat terrified, retreat again and again, and ran out screaming.

Tan Mianmian picked up the cup and rinsed it, wondering if it would be easier for him to just reach out and take the compensation out of her pocket.

Alas, there is no way, after every quarrel and match, Cai will more or less regret not playing enough.

The cup was washed clean, but I couldn't use it to drink water again. The gap was very irritating to the senses.

Fortunately, she had a spare. After going back for a few minutes, she took a new cup to wash, wash and iron it, and it can be used again.

As for the original cup, it happens to raise a small plant.

In the afternoon, I received two patients with fever and cold. Just after washing their hands, another patient came in.

He is a stranger, not tall and thin.

"From other brigades?" Tan Mianmian wasn't curious when he saw that they were unfamiliar faces because they were already skilled at receiving people from other brigades.

Instead, let the other party stretch out his hand and start to diagnose the pulse.

From the moment he entered the door, the skinny man hadn't opened his mouth.

When Tan Mianmian withdrew his hand with a puzzled expression, and stretched out his hand to change the position to check his pulse, the inquiry on the man's face changed.

"Hello, I am the grandson of Teacher Wang. My grandfather said that I can come to you for help when I am sick."

Tan Mianmian hummed, felt his pulse, and replied, "I'm only speaking now, because I noticed your anti-guan pulse, and I didn't make a fuss, so I believed your grandfather's words?"

The incident happened years ago, and Tan Mianmian's memory is not that bad, and he would forget the source of his medicine box.

How could she forget Mr. Wang so quickly who gave herself so many useful gadgets to relieve her medical pressure?

At that time, I also arranged three times of disease relief with the other party, and the beneficiaries were the children of the teacher named Wang Jinghe.

Fanguanmai is an illusion that the pulse disappears when the position of the natural blood vessels is different from that of ordinary people.

The pulse position of ordinary people is generally on the palm of the index finger and the line corresponding to the wrist. Most people can feel their own pulse there and feel the regular beating. , you can’t feel the pulse, you have to look for it at the place where the line comes down from the back of your index finger.

(End of this chapter)