Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian left Jun's old house on the third day, and she came quietly when she came, and it was the same when she went back.

However, this time she left because she had something to do.

The professor took over a very difficult patient and needed Mu Qianqian's help.

It's not about how difficult his condition is, but about the patient itself, which makes the professor a headache.

When Mu Qianqian arrived at the hospital, the door of the professor's diagnosis room was open.Pushing the door and entering, I found that someone was earlier than me.

The person with his back to Mu Qianqian had short hair, like a hedgehog, but his head was round, so he looked pretty good.

Hearing movement, the man turned around.

Mu Qianqian was a little surprised. He turned out to be a social person. There was a tattoo next to his forehead, with an English nine written on it. It was not big, but it was very flamboyant, and his eyebrows and eyes were also very sharp.

Mu Qianqian subconsciously lowered her head to look at her chest, this person's eyes fell directly on it.

"Tsk," the man shook his head, "is she actually a childish female doctor?"

Mu Qianqian frowned. Since following the professor, she has been trying to make herself strong, saying that her childishness still makes her feel uncomfortable.

"Little girl," the man stood up and stretched out his hand to Mu Qianqian, "It's the first time we meet, I'm Feng Qing."

"Hello," Mu Qianqian instinctively didn't want to shake hands, "Are you here to see the professor?"

Feng Qing curled his lips, "The one who didn't report his name?"

"Oh," Mu Qianqian raised her doctor card, "See for yourself."

"It turned out to be the favorite student." Feng Qing smiled ruffiantly, "It's a coincidence."

Mu Qianqian didn't answer, she didn't know what the meaning of "coincidence" was in the mouth of this man who appeared suddenly, and she didn't want to know.

"I," Feng Qing pointed to himself, "professor's most embarrassing student, but I count it as your senior brother."

"?" Mu Qianqian, another senior brother?
Although I know that there are many professors and students, and peaches and plums are everywhere, but this is really the first time I have seen it.

Seeing Mu Qianqian ignoring her, Feng Qing was not angry either. He played with his keychain with one hand while looking at Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian didn't like his gaze and turned around to avoid it, "It may take a while to find the professor, I'll go change my clothes first."

Doctors need to wear white coats when they see a doctor.

Feng Qing nodded and watched Mu Qianqian enter the changing room.

"Boy," just at this moment, the professor pushed the door open, "When did you come?"

"just."

"How long do you plan to treat this time?" The professor glanced at the time, "You still have time to arrive early."

Feng Qing swayed around, wearing a leather coat and leather pants, so that he was not out of the mainstream, but very arrogant, "I dare not keep you waiting, and the treatment won't last long, just a week."

"..." Professor, "I believe you will be a ghost. Your problem is impossible every month. You didn't mean a week or two at that time. In the end, you can take it easy in four or five days and run away."

"Yeah." Feng Qing nodded, "You really understand me."

"Come on," the professor sighed, "You won't be able to leave this time, so I found you a professional who will be in charge of your treatment and plan every day."

"Oh." Feng Qing looked down at the shoes.

"Have you seen it?" The professor raised his eyebrows. The boy's light reaction means he already knows someone.

"I just saw it before," Feng Qingnu said, "I'm changing clothes in the room."

"You kid..."

Mu Qianqian changed her clothes and came out, "Professor."

"Come on, Qianqian," the professor waved at Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian went over obediently.

"This is the failure of my hands. I can't do medicine and go to business. I am sick and difficult to manage." The professor said so.

Mu Qianqian really believed it this time, and even the professor said it was a failure, which proved that she was indeed from the same school.

"Does the little girl believe it now?" Feng Qing smiled, "I introduced myself just now, but she didn't believe it, and she didn't even call her senior brother."

"Go, go, go," the professor said, "Qianqian is going to inherit me, what kind of senior brother do you think she is, how many days have you studied with me? "

"Two years."

"You still remember clearly, lie down on the side."

"Dele!" Feng Qing went to the hospital bed.

"Professor," Mu Qianqian hesitated, but decided to speak, "He doesn't look like there is a problem."

Feng Qing, from the first sight to the present, looks normal and looks normal, except that he is not very pleasing, everything else is okay, judging from his appearance, he is really not as intractable as the professor said.

"He," the professor raised his voice, "is sick in his heart, and he can't see it at all on the surface. Who made him thick-skinned and able to bear it."

Mu Qianqian nodded, thinking that what Feng Qing was talking about was a psychological problem, "We are not very good at treating mental health."

"Pfft..." The people in the ward laughed happily, "Do you really believe it?"

Mu Qianqian was surprised, "Professor?"

"Case book, take a look for yourself."

Mu Qianqian took it over.

It turned out that the problem in my heart was not my own understanding, but a problem with my heart.

Mu Qianqian curled her lips, it was really difficult to treat.

"It's almost ready to do it." The professor washes his hands, "Anyway, it's just a casual toss, Qianqian, give it a try."

"Okay." Mu Qianqian was in a meticulous state, and she really didn't dare to make troubles casually. After all, Feng Qing seemed to have a good relationship with the professor in private.

Otherwise, it is impossible to talk to the professor in a very relaxed and casual state.

"Come on." Feng Qing spread himself out in large characters, "You can do whatever you want."

"..." Mu Qianqian.

The last casual patient was Jun Jiuyan, but unlike Feng Qing, Jun Jiuyan was more indifferent and didn't care about life or death.

As for Feng Qing, from the inside out, he felt that as long as he didn't die, he could do anything.

"Qianqian, start with the meridians, first use acupuncture, and then use dredging." The professor put on his glasses and guided from the side.

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous, "Professor, or you should come."

"fine."

"Little girl, don't be cowardly, you won't die." Feng Qing smiled at Mu Qianqian, with an insolent look that had no boundaries.

"..." Mu Qianqian suddenly wanted to run away.

"Don't be afraid, Qianqian, just do as I tell you."

Mu Qian took a deep breath, adjusted herself, and started from the left side while holding the silver needle.

The professor pointed at the side from time to time, "This position, that's right, Qianqian's technique is very accurate, what are you doing quickly, kid?"

"It's okay," Feng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, "except for a little pain, everything is fine."

Mu Qianqian curled her lips, there is no man who Jun Jiuyan can bear the pain.

Feng Qing noticed her expression and raised his eyebrows, "Little girl, are you looking down on me?"

"No." Mu Qianqian shook her head, her expression indifferent, "Pain is normal, you can call it out."

"Professor," Feng Qing tilted his head, "She really looks down on me."

"..." Mu Qianqian, this person is sick.