My Youth Began With Him

Huo Mian stirred the hand of the coffee and paused.

Then shake your head...

"That... I heard my mother say that there is an old Chinese medicine doctor on the old street. It seems to be good. There are small couples around to see it, and then there are really babies. I think Chinese medicine practitioners also eat bad people anyway. If it is better, isn’t it better? Anyway, listening to my mother’s saying is quite good. It’s rare to have time today. Would you like to see it?”

If every time, Huo Mian must reject it directly, but this time she only said one word, "Okay."

Subsequently, Huo Mian drove Zhu Lingling to the street where she lived.

It is an old industrial area. Because Zhu Lingling grew up here, she lived habitually and was too lazy to move to the city center.

In the end, she went to a small yard in Hutong with her instinct.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a big stupid dog barking...

"Dry the scorpion?" A grandmother came out of the yard with a accent that didn't know where it was.

"Hello, we are looking for Mr. Wang." Zhu Lingling vaguely remembered that this family name is Wang.

"Oh, are you seeing a doctor?"

"Yes." Homonia nodded.

"Come in, register 20." Grandma said with a hand.

Huo Mian has not waited for the bag, Zhu Lingling immediately took 20 pieces from her pocket and handed it over.

Then the old lady took them all the way and walked to a small house.

A grandfather, who is more than 80 years old, sits there with a flower mirror to organize the herbs.

There is a strong Chinese medicine smell in the house.

"Old man, come to the patient."

"Oh, I know." The grandfather didn't even deaf him. After he heard it, he stopped.

Turning around, the pace is very slow.

"Who are you two going to see a doctor?"

"I." Huo Mian replied.

"What disease do you want to see?" Grandpa asked seriously.

"Amount ... is to take a look at the pulse first." Zhu Lingling did not let Huo Mian himself said, after all, can not say that he is infertile, quirky.

The old grandfather nodded and gestured to let Huo Mian sit in the chair.

Then he padded a wrist pad under Huo Mian's right wrist and then began to pulsate.

Look at the technique is quite professional, in fact, Huo Mian is not because he is a Western doctor, so he does not believe in Chinese medicine.

However, there are very few traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Most of them come out of medical school, they all know a little about fur, and then they pretend to be medicines. The Chinese medicine does not kill people, but if it is not symptomatic, it will not cure the disease.

If today is not Zhu Lingling, she really did not intend to see Chinese medicine, and her mother had mentioned it before, and she did not.

"Doctor, how, my friend is sick?" Zhu Lingling asked anxiously.

The old grandfather slowly pulled back his hand and glanced at Huoming. "There is a loss of blood and blood, and the cold and wetness, the palace cold... is a cold constitution. Is there a dysmenorrhea?"

"Yes." Huo Mian nodded.

"Take the body well, otherwise it will not be easy in the future." Grandpa was very emotional.

Huo Mian and Zhu Lingling looked at each other...

“Do you need some medicine?” Zhu Lingling asked.

"If you believe me, I will give you some points. If you don't believe it, you can go to the big pharmacy to buy the kind of Chinese medicine that is warm and cold. It is best to eat for three months." Grandpa said. .

"That's still a little bit of you here." Huo Mian felt that the grandfather said it was quite right. He also knew that he was a palace cold from the perspective of Western medicine.

Later, the grandfather grabbed more than two hundred dollars of Chinese medicine here.

When Huo Mian returned home, she began to use Chinese medicine in a jar. The whole kitchen exudes a taste of Chinese medicine.

This is the dose of three times a day, one pack at a time, very big taste, very unpleasant.

Most of them are made up of some famous Chinese herbal medicines. Students who have eaten Chinese herbal medicine know how sour the taste of Chinese medicine is.

After the first time Huo Mian had finished drinking it, the stomach fell to the sea, and then she couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom.

When Qin Chu came back, Huo Mian was vomiting. She forced herself to drink, but she couldn’t help but come up. The whole mouth was full of the strange smell of herbs...

"Wife... What's wrong with you?" Qin Chu frowned slightly.