and share this life with affection

As Bian Zhi asked, he pulled out the last silver needle.

She smiled and explained the precautions to Ou Hao.

Ou Hao originally wanted to answer Bian Zhi's question just now, but he heard her just asking casually, so he didn't bring up the topic just now.

In his heart, Bianzhi is the most innocent white lotus in the world, and he shouldn't let these dirty things stain his ears.

Xiao Li looked at Ou Hao who was still irritable just now, and after Bian Zhi came in, he obediently answered a sentence like a primary school student, and found it very funny.

Like a furious puppy, its fur was suddenly smoothed.

"Then, Doctor Bian, I'll come back in three days, thank you."

Bian Zhi nodded and watched Ou Hao walking towards the cash register. After paying the bill, Ou Hao made another big bow to her before turning around to leave.

Xiao Li watched the person walk away, smiled and moved to Bian Zhi's side, "Did you notice just now that he blushed?"

Bian Zhi nodded, "Blood rushes to the brain, and the face will blush, which means that acupuncture and medicine are effective, otherwise, even the blush will not be reflected on the face, Ou Hao's blood vessels are blocked, and the condition of immune diseases is also In the acute phase, it takes a while to recuperate."

Xiao Li: "..."

Did she just mean that?

She just wanted to express simply that this man with a story blushed, that's all.

Why did it get involved in the unfathomable medical field.

Xiao Li shook his head, watching Bian Zhi enter the consultation room, reading Treatise on Febrile Diseases.

"Don't you know everything by heart?" Xiao Li looked at Bian Zhi, feeling that the world is so unfair, how can ordinary people like them live if they are so good and work so hard? "By the way," Xiao Li walked over with a smile, "I saw an old palmistry book in your drawer two days ago. Do you know palmistry?"

Bian Zhi: "A little bit."

Science students advocate science, but Chinese medicine sees the end, and will learn some metaphysics like physiognomy.

People think that it is difficult to get started with gossip and metaphysics, but she just thinks it is as interesting as reading a novel.

After reading the pile of books at the old man's house, the old man said that he had already left his teacher and would not let her pass.

"Then help me see," Xiao Li smiled and reached out to Bian Zhi, "help me see the marriage."

Bian Zhi propped her chin, and looked at the lines on her open palm.

"Year old?"

"28."

"what?"

"When will you meet the right fate?"

Bian Zhi was straightforward, without blinking, "Next month."

"Ah?" Xiao Li was stunned.

Bian Zhi saw that her mouth was as big as an egg, and smiled, "Give me feedback then."

"cocoa--"

How can you tell in just two seconds?

Moreover, she is too old to find a partner, and she doesn't like blind dates at home.

I did not know how many fortune tellers I found on the Internet, and they all said that Zheng Yuan was after the age of 35, and she was even more worried.

Xiao Li raised his eyes, and looked at Bian Zhi with that kind of "magic stick" eyes.

What did you just ask.

suddenly.

There was a knock on the door of the consulting room.

The two looked up, only to see the man leaning against the door, with a coquettish smile on his face: "Doctor Bian, show me too."

Xiao Li blushed immediately, pointed at Zhou Suihuai at the door, and couldn't speak well.

"Bian, Bian Zhi, this, this is the right fate you told me about?!"

Delivered to your door, Zhengyuan!

The national idol, the prince of variety shows is one year old!

Bian Zhi was funny, glanced at Saobao Zhou Suihuai, and shattered Xiao Li's fantasy in a second, "It's not him."

Unconvinced, Xiao Li put his hands on his hips, "How do you know it's not?"

Bian Zhi nodded leisurely, "I can see the general outline of your future husband."

Xiao Li felt that Bian Zhi was just talking nonsense.

Zhou Sui Huai laughed and pulled a stool to sit across from Bian Zhi, propped his head up and smiled at Xiao Li: "My true love is not you."

Xiao Li: "?"

One year old Huai's eyes fell on the top of the hair of the person who was reading a book with his head down, and said softly, "There is someone for my right seat."

Xiao Li: "..."

After Xiao Li was dragged away by Li Kun, Zhou Suihuai lay on the table, bored, and said pitifully, "Doctor Bian, why didn't you reply to my WeChat."

Bian Zhi smiled, and shifted her gaze from the book in front of her to Zhou Sui Huai's face.

The previous wound now has a pale pink scar left, but he sent her exaggerated photos every day, saying "Doctor Bian, my wound hurts," but the wound was half invisible from the photo.

On the contrary, a lot of photos of embarrassing faces were sent.

All kinds of people work hard, eat with their heads down, and stand dazzlingly on the stage.

There are also those who are extremely tired and have long legs hanging on the arm of the chair and fall into a deep sleep.

These photos almost filled Bianzhi's entire information window.

She regretted giving this person a WeChat account.

"Doctor Bian, aren't you too indifferent?" The big star complained, took out a candy from his pocket, and pushed it in front of Bian Zhi.

"Have you cut your hair?"

Bian Zhi was eating the sweet candy, and saw that Zhou Sui Huai's hair on his forehead had all been cut clean, turning into a neat crew cut.

Showing a smooth forehead and sharp eyebrows, there was a taste of a creamy niche before, but now——

With more gangster air, he narrowed his eyes and looked a little fierce.

Unlike the popular route taken before, now, when not speaking, it gives people a sense of distance.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Sui Huai asked, looking straight into Bian Zhi's eyes.

Bian Zhi suddenly had the feeling of being looked at deeply by others, those eyes that shone with shattered light always looked deeply and directly at people.

"Why did you quit the variety show? Worried about the scars on your face?" Bian Zhi lowered his head and wrote the prescription on the list, "Actually, don't worry about the scars, they can be removed."

"Who cares about that—"

Zhou Suihuai's voice suddenly stopped, "Well, I care."

The voice turned around, and he looked pitiful again, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"Doctor Bian, you are responsible."

Bian Zhi looked up and saw Zhou Sui Huai pointing at his wound, Bian Zhi nodded, and had nothing to do with him, "Okay."

The man was happy, and he was looking like heaven and earth again, leaning on the back of the chair, unrestrained and unrestrained, and said smugly, "I cut my hair, it's not because of the scar."

Bian Zhi looked over.

This person obviously loves beauty. When he was a child, he vaguely remembered that the corner of his eye was broken, and he could hug her and cry for a long time.

"Is it a handsome man? You can tell if a person can control a crew cut. Handsome guy, he looks good in any way. Do you think I'm the kind of male star who can only adapt to one hairstyle?"

"Brother, can I hold any hairstyle?"

Bian Zhi followed his smug beauty, and said with a faint smile, "Then don't treat the scars, and save money on medicinal materials."

"That won't work," Zhou Sui Huai frowned nervously, "My future wife doesn't like scars on my face."

Saying that, the one-year-old Huai generously opened his palms to Bianzhi.

"Doctor Bian, show me, when will my girl know how to look back at me."

Bian Zhi smiled, "I thought you didn't believe this."

Zhou Suihuai looked straight at Bian Zhi with a smile, "Just believe what sounds good."

"And," he raised his eyebrows suavely, "didn't you say that you can see the outline of the future object? You read it and describe it to me, and I'll see if it's accurate."