"Hahaha, you are not humble either!"
Qiao Zhen's favorable impression of Jiang Beiyuan skyrocketed, and after a few jokes, she took his pulse.
"The wind-chill is not severe, the cold is just showing a little bit, and a pair of needles can knock it out immediately."
"Well, I believe you."
Jiang Beiyuan's words made Qiao Zhen's favorability reach the highest point.
She likes people who are quick and quick.
Some people come to her for treatment, and after she takes their pulse dutifully, the person still comes and asks, "Can you do it?" with hesitation, which is really annoying.
Since Jiang Beiyuan believed in her, she would naturally show him her skills.
Qiao Zhen quickly asked Jiang Beiyuan to lie down on the empty bed and began to give him injections.
There was not much expression on Jiang Beiyuan's face. He only spoke calmly after finishing the pricking, "Isn't the little girl who comes to you for acupuncture every afternoon here?"
"Huh? Which little girl are you talking about?"
"Her name is Yan Nian."
"Ah... it turns out to be Yan Nian. What's wrong, she is your sister?"
Jiang Beiyuan's lips twitched, "She's my wife."
"Didn't I tell you before that we are a couple!" The old lady on the side glared at Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen nodded.
She had to give acupuncture to so many people every day, so how could she remember so many personal matters.
"She is lying on the small bed in the back room. She has a special body and the cold is too strong. I have to slowly adjust it to her. If the temperature inside is higher, she will feel better if she lies down."
"Thank you, my little lady, for asking you to take your trouble."
"Don't worry, your wife is here with me, and your Aunt Qiao will definitely try her best to treat you. Otherwise, if you can't cure her, I will feel sorry for the ancestors of your family!"
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan thanked him again and said nothing more.
Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Zhen pulled out the needle from Jiangbeiyuan.
He was in good health and had no problems. He just had a slight cold and cold. After a few injections, the cold air was gone. Qiao Zhen asked him how he felt, and he gave him face:
"Acupuncture is indeed a national intangible cultural heritage, and it is understandable."
Qiao Zhen smiled. She felt comfortable talking to a smart person. He knew what was right and what was wrong, and there was no need for her to waste her words.
Jiang Beiyuan raised his hand to adjust his cufflinks, sat on the small bed, and looked inside.
"How long will it take for my little lady?"
"There's still half an hour left, she has to lie down for an hour!"
"Okay, please tell me the herbs she takes. I will boil them for her myself when I get home."
"Didn't you make it for her these two days?" Qiao Zhen asked jokingly.
"Um,"
Jiang Beiyuan curled his lips, and there was a hint of pampering and gentleness in his eyes, "She got angry with me the past two days and insisted on letting me take care of her. You also know that it is a combination of medicine and poison. She has always been impatient, and I was afraid that she would survive. If you drink it improperly, it will have no effect."
"Oh, not bad, not bad. He is such a good and responsible boy! Yan Nian is lucky to marry you!"
Qiao Zhen gave Jiang Beiyuan a thumbs up.
She liked upright people, so she immediately told Jiang Beiyuan all the medicine Yan Nian wanted to take, and also told him the specific method of taking it.
He listened quietly, very carefully, and remembered every medicine very clearly.
…
Yan Nian's time has come.
Qiao Zhen went into the back room to remove the needle for her.
The pain was even worse when the needle was pulled out than when it was inserted. Yan Nian couldn't hold it back and groaned several times.
Qiao Zhen was not able to calm her down, so she also hummed:
"It seems like you have suffered less. If I put you back fifty or sixty years ago, when you tightened your belt and ate tree bark, let me see if you still hum."
(End of chapter)