Siheyuan: No one can afford this man

Yan Jieli put his hand on Liu Qiong's wrist, his fingers kept beating on her pulse.

After a while, he said, "Auntie, don't worry. It's nothing serious. It should be caused by the wind and cold entering the lungs. It's not a serious problem."

Then Yan Jieli pondered for a while, and said: "If I'm not wrong, it should be caused by overwork when I was young, and judging from the pulse, something must have happened to my aunt when she was pregnant, right?"

Ran Zhengyang and Liu Qiong were shocked when they heard this.

The two looked at each other, a little confused whether the prospective son-in-law in front of him was seeing a doctor or telling a fortune!

So accurate?
With a look of surprise on his face, Ran Zhengyang grabbed Yan Jieli's arm with trembling hands, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and said, "You can see this? That's right, your aunt was sitting on the bed when she was pregnant with Qiuyue. At that time, we were taking refuge in the countryside.”

"You came from the countryside. You know what the country is like. Our environment was not as good as it is now. The living facilities are very simple, and life is quite difficult. She was pregnant with autumn leaves at the time, and she had to live in the winter." Working outside is the root of the disease.”

Ran Zhengyang looked at Yan Jieli cautiously and asked: "Xie Li, can this disease be cured? Over the years, I have taken her to see countless doctors, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, but she can only rely on medicine to maintain her health. , there is no way to eradicate it. This winter, sometimes even taking medicine can’t control the disease.”

"If you forget to take the medicine again, it will be scary to cough up, as if you want to cough up your lungs."

Yan Jieli smiled and said: "Uncle, don't worry. I've said it all, it's just a small problem. Although my aunt's illness is a bit tricky, it's not impossible to treat it. If they can't help it, it doesn't mean I can't help it. Then It's just that they are not good at learning."

Seeing Ran Zhengyang's excited expression, Yan Jieli patted his hand and said, "Uncle, just put your heart in your stomach, I guarantee that the medicine will cure you!"

Saying that, Yan Jieli put his hand into his pocket pretendingly.

With a thought, a pair of silver needles was pulled out from the space.

Ever since he saved someone on the road last time, Yan Jieli kept a set of silver needles in his space at all times.

This thing is small and exquisite, and it does not take up much space. The space is automatically organized neatly, and it is very convenient to take and use.

Moreover, this silver needle is very convenient in Yan Jieli's hands, whether it is for healing or self-defense.

Yan Jieli looked at the nervous Liu Qiong with a smile, and said softly, "Auntie, please take off your coat so that I can give you an injection."

The stove in the room was very hot, and Liu Qiong didn't feel cold after taking off her clothes.

But when Yan Jieli's left hand pressed on her back, she suddenly trembled all over.

Not afraid, but nervous.

Anyone who has been suffering from illness for more than [-] years and suddenly hears that he can be cured will be like her.

One by one silver needles flew up and down in Yan Jieli's hands, his left hand identified the acupoints and his right hand applied the needles. With the coordination of both hands, the shots were like lightning, and soon Liu Qiong was pierced with more than a dozen silver needles in the back.

Ran Zhengyang and Ran Qiuye watched Yan Jieli administer the needle, feeling even more nervous than Liu Qiong. They sat there upright, staring at Liu Qiong's back, not even daring to breathe.

Especially Ran Qiuye, she knew that her mother's illness was caused by herself since she was a child, and she always felt guilty.

Immediately, she stretched her neck long. If she hadn't been afraid of disturbing Yan Jieli and affecting his treatment, she might have leaned over to ask questions.

Ran Qiuye stared at Yan Jieli's needle hand, for fear that something might go wrong.

In a few minutes, many silver needles had been inserted into Liu Qiong's back and shoulders, and Yan Jieli finally stopped what he was doing.

But this is not over yet, he stood up again, and began to massage Liu Qiong's back: "Auntie, I will massage the blood for you next time, you may feel a little uncomfortable, I hope you can bear it a little bit."

Liu Qiong nodded, bit her lip and said, "Xie Li, you can do whatever you want. I have endured so many years of suffering, so am I still afraid of this time? Auntie can bear it!"

Yan Jieli's massage techniques are quite clever, at least Ran Zhengyang has never seen a master who massages like this.

The special technique of ancient Chinese medicine completely activated the degree, and Liu Qiong felt a fiery breath rushing around in his body.

In just a few seconds, she felt a burning sensation, which soon escalated into a burning sensation.

"what!"

Liu Qiong couldn't help crying out, Yan Jieli was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on, so he hurriedly said, "Qiuye, quickly find a towel for my aunt to bite on."

Liu Qiong shook her head and said, "No, just go ahead."

Liu Qiong's endurance is still very strong, and she has never made another sound since that yell.

Even though it seemed like a fire was burning inside her body, she didn't make a sound.

He gritted his teeth tightly.

After working for a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on Yan Jieli's forehead.

Seeing Yan Jieli struggling, Ran Zhengyang asked worriedly: "Little Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Jieli was afraid that the breath would be blown away as soon as he spoke, and even if he didn't fall short, it would be a big loss, so he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

After a while, Liu Qiong's complexion became more and more beautiful, and the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed.

However, in contrast, there were more and more beads of sweat on Yan Jieli's forehead.

"call……"

Yan Jieli finally took his hand off Liu Qiong's back, and Ran Qiuye hurriedly brought the towel he had prepared long ago, and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As soon as Yan Jieli regained his composure, Ran Zhengyang leaned over: "Little Yan, what's the matter? Are you cured?"

Yan Jieli took the towel from Ran Qiuye, wiped it around his neck, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, you think highly of me, don't you? This has been a persistent illness for so many years, and even the immortals are not so fast. .”

Ran Qiuye also felt sorry for Yan Jieli and said, "That's right, Dad, you can't let Xie Li rest for a while before asking."

Yan Jieli interrupted Ran Qiuye with a smile, looked at Liu Qiong and said, "Auntie, how are you feeling now?"

When Liu Qiong was in the second half of the treatment, the burning sensation at the beginning had completely disappeared, and her whole body was like soaking in a hot spring, indescribably comfortable.

The heat flowed around her body, making her feel much more comfortable.

Especially the lungs and trachea, she had never experienced that kind of carefree feeling in so many years, and she was immersed in it unconsciously for a while.

Suddenly woke up, a little unhappy.

But looking at the expectant eyes of Ran Zhengyang and Ran Qiuye, he took a breath and said: "I feel much better, even more comfortable than usual after taking the medicine. I always feel that there is a stream of air flowing along the blood vessels, constantly combing the body, better than before. Much smoother."

When Ran Zhengyang heard what his wife said, his eyes widened immediately.

He has taken Liu Qiong to countless hospitals over the years, and it is not uncommon for him to go to the barefoot doctor in an emergency. Liu Qiong has never shown such a relaxed performance.

Ran Zhengyang stared at the cheap son-in-law in front of him, his mouth opened wide in surprise.