The small back room has a small stove and bright light.
Six beds are placed horizontally on the north and south sides.
Five of the beds were full, with people who had already received needles lying on them. A woman wearing a black waistcoat was giving acupuncture to the person in the sixth bed.
The long silver needle penetrated deep into the person's flesh, and Yan Nian felt pain just by looking at it.
"Xiao Ding is here."
The woman smiled at Ding Baoyi.
She is a woman of medium height, with neat short hair reaching her ears, wearing a pair of red round-rimmed glasses, her skin is a healthy wheat color, her black hair is shiny, and there are no traces of wrinkles on her face.
Ding Baoyi said with a smile on her face, "Aunt Qiao, this is my sister. She is a little uncomfortable. Please check her pulse."
"Okay, okay. Sit down and wait. I'm still sick."
"Okay, okay, Aunt Qiao is busy first!"
Ding Baoyi said, pulled Yan Nian aside and whispered in her ear:
"This grandma's name is Qiao Zhen. You can just call her Aunt Qiao like I do. When I check your pulse, you can tell me that you want the baby but can't conceive. No need to say much else. She doesn't like others to talk too much. .”
"oh… "
Yan Nian glanced at the woman not far away who was taking someone's pulse. She looked very young, strong and energetic, "Don't you think she is an old lady? She doesn't look like an old lady."
"Nonsense, I take good care of myself. I am 60 this year, and I look just like a 40-year-old. I usually have white hair on my head, but I don't go to the barber shop to dye it. They say that the ointment in the barber shop is poisonous and hurts the kidneys, so I use herbal medicine to dye my hair." agent.”
"Holy shit! That's awesome."
"Shh... be civilized."
Ding Baoyi knocked on her head and said seriously, "I don't like the temperament of a sand sculpture."
"cut… "
Yan Nian ignored Ding Baoyi and sat quietly waiting.
She held her chin in one hand and looked around. The walls were empty, with clocks hanging on them, and two huge acupuncture point maps, one for men and one for men, showing various acupuncture points on the human body. It looked very scary.
"Little girl, come here!"
Qiao Zhen looked at Yan Nian and waved to her. When Yan Nian walked over, he handed her a small horse to sit on.
Yan Nian followed suit.
She was sitting with a pair of clear eyes, black and white pupils, very clean.
Qiao Zhen also sat down, put her right hand on Yan Nian's left hand, and looked her up and down, "You are pretty good-looking, a pretty delicate girl."
Yan Nian smiled and said, "Thank you, everyone said so."
Ding Baoyi, who was not far away, rolled her eyes silently.
Everyone says this, when did a certain woman become so narcissistic
Qiao Zhen didn't say anything more. She pressed her fingers on the pulse of Yan Nian's arm. The strength of her fingers was sometimes strong, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes she clicked on two points, as if she was thinking about something.
Yan Nian thought it was quite magical.
This was the first time anyone had checked her pulse.
I thought I was just following the rules and listening to the number of pulse beats, but unexpectedly I started pressing it up and down, as if I was chanting some kind of spell.
"You are pressing here and there, can you do anything good?"
"Shhh!!"
Qiao Zhen glared at Yan Nian displeasedly. The sixty-year-old old lady had dark eyes that were deep and sharp.
Yan Nian was startled by this look and pursed his lips, not daring to speak.
Two minutes later, Qiao Zhen let go of her hand, her expression not very good.
Yan Nian's arm was white and sensitive. After being pressed a few times, Qiao Zhen's pulse-testing fingerprints immediately remained on the thin white wrist.
"How old are you this year?" Qiao Zhen asked.
(End of chapter)