Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The back room, which is not too big, has a small stove and bright light.

Six beds are placed horizontally on the north and south sides.

Five of the beds are full, and there are people who have been punctured. A woman in a black waistcoat is giving the person in the sixth bed a needle.

The long silver needle pierced into the depths of people's flesh, and it hurts just by looking at it.

"Xiao Ding is here."

The woman smiled at Ding Baoyi.

She is a woman of medium build, with neat short hair reaching her ears, wearing a pair of red round glasses, her skin is healthy wheat, her black hair is shiny, and there are no traces of wrinkles on her face.

Ding Baoyi smiled all over her face, "Aunt Qiao, this is my sister. She is a little uncomfortable. Take a look at her pulse."

"Well, just sit and wait, I still have a sick number."

"Good, good, Aunt Qiao is busy first!"

Ding Baoyi said, pulling Yannian aside and whispering in her ear:

"This grandma's name is Qiao Zhen. You can call her Aunt Qiao like me. When you can get your pulse, you will say that you don't want the baby to be pregnant. No need to say anything else. She doesn't like people talking too much. ."

"Oh……"

Yannian looked at the woman not far away who was giving her pulse. She looked very young, strong and energetic, "Didn't you say it's an old lady, this doesn't look like an old lady."

"Nonsense, I'm taking good care of my 60s this year. I look like my 40s. White hair appears on the top of my head. People don't go to the barber shop to dye them. They say that the ointment from the barber shop is poisonous and hurts the kidneys. Agent."

"Damn! It's awesome."

"Hush...civilize."

Ding Baoyi knocked her head seriously, "People don't like the temperament of sand sculptures."

"cut……"

Yan Nian stopped talking to Ding Baoyi, and sat quietly and waited.

She looked around with her cheek in one hand. The wall was empty, with clocks hanging on it, and two huge acupoint maps, one for each man and one for each of the acupuncture points on the human body, which looked strange.

"Little girl, come here!"

Qiao Zhen looked at Yannian, beckoned to her, and when Yannian walked over, she handed her a small Mazha for her to sit down.

Say what you want to do.

She was sitting, her eyes were ignorantly clear, and her eyes were very clean.

Qiao Zhen also sat down, putting her right hand on Yannian's left hand, and looking her up and down, "You look good, a pretty little girl."

Yannian smiled, "Thank you, everyone said that."

Not far away Ding Baoyi rolled her eyes silently.

Everyone said that, when did a woman become so narcissistic?

Qiao Zhen didn't say any more. Two fingers pressed the pulse of Yannian's arm. The strength of the fingers was sometimes hard, sometimes lighter, and sometimes tapped two points, seeming to be thinking about something.

Yannian thought it was amazing.

This was the first time someone gave her pulse so far.

I thought it was just listening to the number of pulse beats according to the rules, but I pressed it up and down when I didn't expect it, as if I was chanting some spell.

"You press come and go, can you press it for anything?"

"Shhh!!"

Qiao Zhen glared displeasedly. The sixty-year-old lady's black eyes were deep and sharp.

Yannian was startled by the look in his eyes, and she dared not speak.

Two minutes later, Qiao Zhen let go of her hand, her face was not very good.

Yannian's arms were white and sensitive. After being pressed a few times, Qiao Zhen's pulse was left on her thin white wrist.

"How old are you this year?" Qiao Zhen asked.